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Poetry By Marianne Moore I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise if it must, these things are important not because a high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because they are useful. When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand: the bat holding on upside down or in quest of something to eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf under a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that feels a flea, the base- ball fan, the statistician-- nor is it valid to discriminate against "business documents and school-books"; all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"--above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them," shall we have it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, you are interested in poetry.
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Analysis
By writing this poem with the name of Poetry, Moore enlightens her opinion on writing and reading different poetry. In this poem, Moore explains that it is mostly easier to relate to when reading them, than when writing them. Also, when writing poems it appears to be unimportant than when reading them, important and appealing. In particular, Moore wrote several poems that related to animals. Before, when Moore wrote those poems, she thought of them as unimportant yet life changing. But as we read them today, some people consider those poems as “important” because it may have a great affect on your life, or may change your opinion about a person, object or place. In this poem, Moore relates the descriptions of a poem to the five senses so that the reader can actually visualize what Moore is saying about the art of poetry and understand the meanings. For example in the first stanza: Reading
however, with a perfect contempt for it, one This explains
basically what I stated earlier, that after reading a poem, many people
think of it as different, but in a good way.
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Baseball and Writing Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do; generating excitement-- a fever in the victim-- pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category? Owlman watching from the press box? To whom does it apply? Who is excited? Might it be I? It's a pitcher's battle all the way--a duel-- a catcher's, as, with cruel puma paw, Elston Howard lumbers lightly back to plate. (His spring de-winged a bat swing.) They have that killer instinct; yet Elston--whose catching arm has hurt them all with the bat-- when questioned, says, unenviously, "I'm very satisfied. We won." Shorn of the batting crown, says, "We"; robbed by a technicality. When three players on a side play three positions and modify conditions, the massive run need not be everything. "Going, going . . . " Is it? Roger Maris has it, running fast. You will never see a finer catch. Well . . . "Mickey, leaping like the devil"--why gild it, although deer sounds better-- snares what was speeding towards its treetop nest, one-handing the souvenir-to-be meant to be caught by you or me. Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile. He is no feather. "Strike! . . . Strike two!" Fouled back. A blur. It's gone. You would infer that the bat had eyes. He put the wood to that one. Praised, Skowron says, "Thanks, Mel. I think I helped a little bit." All business, each, and modesty. Blanchard, Richardson, Kubek, Boyer. In that galaxy of nine, say which won the pennant? Each. It was he. Those two magnificent saves from the knee-throws by Boyer, finesses in twos-- like Whitey's three kinds of pitch and pre- diagnosis Pitching is a large subject. with pick-off psychosis. Your arm, too true at first, can learn to catch your corners--even trouble Mickey Mantle. ("Grazed a Yankee!
My baby pitcher, Montejo!" With some pedagogy, you'll be tough, premature prodigy.) They crowd him and curve him and aim for the knees. Trying indeed! The secret implying: "I can stand here, bat held steady." One may suit him; none has hit him. Imponderables smite him. Muscle kinks, infections, spike wounds require food, rest, respite from ruffians. (Drat it! Celebrity costs privacy!) Cow's milk, "tiger's milk," soy milk, carrot juice, brewer's yeast (high-potency-- concentrates presage victory sped by Luis Arroyo, Hector Lopez-- deadly in a pinch. And "Yes, it's work; I want you to bear down, but enjoy it while you're doing it." Mr. Houk and Mr. Sain, if you have a rummage sale, don't sell Roland Sheldon or Tom Tresh. Studded with stars in belt and crown, the Stadium is an adastrium. O flashing Orion, your stars are muscled like the lion. |
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Analysis Two Baseball and Writing was a poem written by Marianne Moore and illustrates the different phases of baseball. The way that Moore expressed her feelings towards baseball brought out this poem in a unique but ordinary way. Moore was able to describe baseball in such a descriptive way that when others read this poem, they were able to get a taste of baseball from a different perspective. --Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do;-- These first stanzas of this poem generally introduced the whole meaning of how you can take an ordinary sport or everyday object and use descriptions to transform it into a poem, or any kind of art. Throughout this poem Moore shows an actual baseball game taking place. The details bring out that fact that there could really be a game going on with the pitcher, catcher, batter and fielder. Although this poem is semi different from her other poems, Moore still found a way to write her award winning poems which were read all around the world.
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