Wallace Stevens: Imaginative Metamorphosis

When I read several poems of Wallace Stevens, I found them difficult to understand mainly because of his choice of words. It is not easy to grasp the meaning of Stevens’ poems in an instant, but there is a certain kind of lyricism that is evident in his poems: his style includes repetition of words or phrases and incorporation of sounds (assonance and alliteration) that renders the poems pleasurable when read aloud. I came to like more his later poems, in which they showcase the creative power of the poet’s mind. The Stevensian poetry employs diversity in form, style, melody, and feelings.

Most of his poems are written in free verse, and there are wide variations of rhythm in his poetry collection. Most of his poems deals about human relationships, poems about nature, artistic imaginations, ephemeral quality of human life (as shown in the poem “The Emperor of Ice-Cream”) or anything that is moral, philosophical or even religious in nature.

Wallace Steven’s poems are meant to be spoken aloud, the very feel of words in his poems in one’s mouth is pleasurable. Take for example, the alliterations in the poem, The Emperor of Ice- Continue reading


Getting Fat, Leksi and Wallace Stevens

As I’m writing this journal entry, April is taking pictures of the almost-nude Aimae in front of me. I just finished reading my Word4UToday daily spiritual post, sort of, and probably you’d agree with me that this is definitely a juxtaposition of some sort. Sigh. This is just one of those poetic days.

I’m still recovering from the fact that there seems to be a lot of things to be done – and at Christmas break too! I’m alarmed at the amount of work that I still have to do in the next few weeks – and not even organizing them as early as today! – I’m such an idiot really.

I just read a short story by David Benioff entitled “The Devil Comes to Orekhovo” and I like it so much that I couldn’t sleep tonight. Okay, that maybe is an overstatement (as coffee played a role too!) but I really love the story so much I want to almost eat the paper. Very easy to read, but quite hard to dissect into parts – that makes it organically unified.

Also, I’ve been thinking a lot about myself. It feels as if nothing really major happened to me. Well, physically, I’m quite disturbed by the obvious observation that I’m getting Continue reading