Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Gary Snyder Poems #3

The poem, "Facts," on page thirty-two is exactly what it is, facts. It is just ten random facts that one may see as important during that time period. The second poem, "For Nothing," speak of the world as a flower. The world is a flower with no takers and eventually wilts to nothing for what appears to be no reason. The third poem "The Uses of Light," refers to the uses that light holds. Every form of life, plant or animal, needs light or has a use for it.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Gary Snyder poems #2

In the "Coyote Valley Spring," on page sixteen, Snyder is capturing nature. The simplicities of nature just seem to amaze for no particular reason. They just enrapture you and carries a good feeling. "The Real Work," on page thirty-three, Snyder is describing the voyage of a tanker. The scenery surrounding the tanker is serene and peaceful. It could possibly speak of a state of mind. "Pine Tree Tops" circles around a peaceful, snowy, star-filled night. He mentions how the trees bend under the weight of snow. Snyder also brings up deer and other animals leaving tracks, as well a pair of boots. It alludes to the fact that someone is hunting the animals that lurk in the wooded area.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Snyder Poem Reviews

Snyder is a little suspect. In one poem titled, "No Matter,Never Mind", he had a family mating within itself to create the mind. The mind, to him, is a twisted creation. He exemplified this by saying that the mind was the spawn of the inter-familial relationships within the Great Mother's own family.  It at least seems that way. In another poem, The Great Mother, he speak of life after death. Those that die will walk past the Great Mother to the next life. Some will not undergo scrutiny, for she knows what sort of lives they have led. those that she watches carefully, she knows have committed great sins and atrocities. He believes they cannot escape her gaze. In the third poem, Without, Snyder speak of the power of nature. Whether nature is singing or silent, it holds an unimaginable power that no other being can possess. It is an unparalleled being. In all of this power, nature has continued to remain beautiful.