Response to Joyce Sutphen:
Two things that I really liked about Joyce Sutphen poems are
that they are relatable and easy to interoperate. They paint a clear picture of
what the circumstances are in a poem as well as the “tone” readers should be
reading to. These two lines I believe are very similar:
It
wasn’t like that. Don’t Imagine
My
father in a feed cap, chewing
A stem
of alfalafa, spitting occasionally.
And
Tilt
your head slightly to one side and lift
your eyebrow
expectantly. Ask questions.
I like how she connects the poems to the reader; making it
an “interactive poem.” It’s easier to read and makes the reading more
interesting. Another thing Joyce Sutphen does is breaks up sentences over
stanzas. I think this is a good way to connect or “string” the poem along in
such a way that it makes sense. It makes you want to keep reading. This is well
displayed in this part of “On the Way to the Farm I think of my Sister”:
Once you're on
it, you don't have to stop
for anything, except congestion in July
when everyone else is heading
North. You'd like it: driving at 80 mph
with the music forty years past when
you left the planet ... but no more
gasoline at 29 cents a gallon! No more
Beatles (John and George—both dead),
v no more cows in the stanchions, no more hay
in the barn. Otherwise, everything is
pretty much the way you remember it.
for anything, except congestion in July
when everyone else is heading
North. You'd like it: driving at 80 mph
with the music forty years past when
you left the planet ... but no more
gasoline at 29 cents a gallon! No more
Beatles (John and George—both dead),
v no more cows in the stanchions, no more hay
in the barn. Otherwise, everything is
pretty much the way you remember it.
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