S: max's poetry lakeside literati 2010
BC: lakeside literati publishing 2010
FC: Max's Poetry Lakeside Literati
1: Poetry writing is very personal, and because of this I find it a very difficult process at the beginning every time. | It is as if every time I am attempting to write, I have to find the right "frame of mind." Something has to click in my brain and the "genius" has to come to me first. Once I overcome that initial writer's block the poetry starts flowing out of me, and it becomes much easier. But because of this process, even though I love the poems that I create, I find it difficult to begin writing. I used to hate revising my work. But that is no longer true. Now I realized that is is the most important stage of the writing. And I really enjoy it. Thank you, Ms. Mortensen for your inspiration!
2: by max murin 2009 the monterey aquarium ocean
3: Oceans I didn't know I loved coral reefs, colorful and crowded. I didn't know I loved small fish, silvery, quick and sleek. I didn't know I loved octopuses, timid, inky, intelligent and good at disguise. I didn't know I loved kelp, silently swaying in the falling dusk. I didn't know I loved water, as it flows across this world of ours. by max murin 2009 lakeside literati publishing
4: I Used To Be I used to be a little boy. But now I am a young man. I used to be afraid of spiders. But now I am only scared if they are on me. I used to know a little math, and it seems like very little. I used to want a dog. But now I want a cat. | photo from family archives 2009
5: I used to think that cars were powered by the exhaust in the pipes. But know I know better. I used to believe that I had no friends. But know I know I have good friends. I used to like only apples and bananas. But now I enjoy many fruits. I used to dream not at all. But now I dream of completely random things. I used to love ice cream. But now I only like it. Yes, I used to hate revising my work But that is no longer true. Now I realized that is is the most important stage of the writing. | by max murin lakeside literati publishing
6: Ode to a Clock When I do not know If I am late, Or if I am early, You are always there, Like a caring friend. O clock on the wall, Without you I would not Know when I was. Like a president, Everyone relies upon you. You remain honest as Truth itself. When I cannot find you, It is like my right arm is missing. I cannot live without you, O great timekeeper. | by max murin lakeside literati publishing January 28, 2010
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8: Ode to Odes (this one in particular) O Ode, How beautiful you are! Like a splendid city, shining in the marble, white banners are blowing, Or a jewel , chipped deep from the heart of the mind of its author. Writing such as novels are dull, uninteresting. A gray stone among gray stones, Or a broth of hot water. Poetry is, however, the food of divinity. The poem, like an apple among a forest of thorn trees, Is a rare and well hidden delight.And the rare ode is the crown of them all, The best of the best, A diamond of exquisite quality. Even as the keyboard types away, You, poem, already shine like the sun itself. by max murin lakeside literati publishing 2010
9: photo from personal archive 2009
10: Spin into the Sky Spin into the sky, stars streaming past. Fly to the asteroids without stopping, Then land softly on the worlds above, gazing into the depths of the space. Spin into the sky careful as you go don't look down even once. by max murin lakeside literati publishing 2009
11: before you die whatever else you leave undone once spin into the sky above | Spin into the Sky | by max murin lakeside literati publishing 2009
12: TAG The game of tag starts out as very fun But it ends up as an annoying bore. The thing is that you always have to run Somehow, I seem to trip over the floor. So many types of tag exist, but so For every variation, rules are changed. There’s one where when you move you have to flow And to each game, a name attached is strange. Some other games like hide and seek are there. Included in this list, board games are fun. But tag is better, running like a hare And playing tag trumps every single one. If you don’t know how where this poem fits One thing that I can say to you: you’re it! by max murin 02/10/10 Shakesperean Sonnet Form
13: photo from family archive 2009
14: Stop Saying Stop Stop saying stop to me! Stop right now and let me be free! Stop blocking my creativity! Let this be over between you and me! Whatever I try to write, you say! Don't be lazy! It's not okay! Help me carry the kitchen tray! Just put it down and don't delay! Stop saying stop to me! Stop right now and let me be free! Stop blocking my creativity! Let this be over between you and me! by max murin 2010
15: When you say stop, I say go. Why we're like this I don't know. Maybe its too late to " go with the flow" Stop saying stop to me! Stop right now and let me be free! Stop blocking my creativity! Let this be over between you and me! by max murin 2010 lakeside literati publishing | Stop Saying Stop
16: as freedom is a breakfastfood by ee cummings as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made -long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem and genius please the talentgang and water most encourage flame as hatracks into peachtrees grow or hopes dance best on bald men's hair and every finger is a toe and any courage is a fear -long enough and just so long will the impure think all things pure and hornets wail by children stung
17: as freedom is a breakfastfood by ee cummings or as the seeing are the blind and robins never welcome spring nor flatfolk prove their world is round nor dingsters die at break of dong and common's rare and millstones float -long enough and just so long tomorrow will not be too late worms are the words but joy's the voice down shall go which and up come who breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs deeds cannot dream what dreams can do -time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
18: the as freedom is a breakfastfood by ee cummings Analysis by Max Murin I liked this poem's free style, using almost no punctuation. The poem was a string of things that was impossible and implausible, followed by Cummings stating his love for the poem intended recipient. I like the line "worms are the words but joy's the voice," in which Cummings states that his poem is not worthy, but that he loves the recipient of the poem nonetheless. Also, he communicates that his love is also not worthy of such a perfect woman. | by max murin lakeside literati publishing 2010
20: Reinhard Dohl, “Apfel” (1965) | look hard at this picture
21: I like this poem because instead of describing an apple with a worm in it, it shows it. This is one of the most original poems I have ever seen. This poem has none of the conventional poetic elements, but still conveys its meaning. Apfel is German for apple, and Wurm is German for worm. Dohl is using the shape of his poem, and with the shape of the apple conveys the meaning of the poem. I think it is very cute to include the " Wurm" in the "Apfel." Initially it took me some time to find the "Wurm." After I found it, I started thinking about all the implications of the poem. It is more complicated than it originally looks. It is a worm in the apple, and I thought wouldn't it be crazy if the whole shape of the apple was just a "Wurm?" Also, I thought of the old joke "What is worse than finding a worm in your apple?" "Half of a worm" is the answer. | max murin lakeside literati publishing 2010
22: WHEN TILLIE ATE THE CHILI by Jack Prelutsky When Tillie ate the chili, She erupted from her seat, She gulped a quart of water, And fled screaming down the street, She coughed, she wheezed, she sputtered, She ran totally amok, She set a new world record As she raced around the block. Tillie's mouth was full of fire, Tillie's eyes were red with tears, She was smoking from her nostrils, She was steaming from her ears, She cooled off an hour later, Showing perfect self-control As she said, "What tasty chili, I should like another bowl."
23: Reflections on "When Tillie Ate the Chili" by Max Murin I enjoyed reading this poem because of how distorted the spiciness of the chili was. The imagery was funny. I like this poem because Jack Prelutsky manages to use all of the lines to frame the punchline. The punchline would not have been funny without the rest of the poem. The whole poem leads up to the last two lines. Tillie is quite a character. When she almost dies from the chili, she still manages to appear polite, and enthusiastic, requesting more chili. When I read the poem, it was so evocative that I immediately saw what he was talking about in my head. I saw Tillie as she was running around the block trying to get away from the chili. | max murin lakeside literati publishing 2010
24: Ode to the Clock You hang over the doorway majestically, watching the children pass day after day. You have the power of time. Without you, I would be lost in eternal darkness never knowing the time. O wonderful clock do you ever get tired of turning your arms every second, minute and hour for eternity? by nathan woo 7th grade lakeside literati publishing 2010
25: Max's comments I enjoyed reading this poem because of how seriously the clock is complimented. It sounds as if Nathan reveres clocks, and puts them in the highest social order. He used great personification of the clock, describing it as watching and getting tired. He also used some wonderful hyperbole, such as "Without you, I would be in darkness," and "every second, minute, and hour for eternity." I picture a clock, chained to a wall, forced to count the seconds for evermore when I read this poem. by max murin lakeside literati publishing 2010
26: Poem for Magistra Mea Out of my head flies a bumblebee The words turns into a bubbling stream The green and red all become words as they hit the paper. It turns into a bath of songs. My original work It is my very original song And now I have writer's block again! Before I came here, I was afraid Of essays, poems, narratives But now, I've gotten over my writers block Thanks to Ms. Mortensen! | by max murin 2010
27: Thank you for the lines The similes and metaphors Each one a drop of inspiration. Thank you for poetry, stories And writing. Thank you for the comments. Thank you for the support. Thank you for the encouragement. Your stories are like glowing jewels, each one intricate in a work of art. Your words are like grains of sugar, each one sweet, but together sweeter still. Your ideas are like supporters, waving me on, keeping me ahead. You keep me up, support me when you can. You keep me from falling of the cliff of despair when something does not work. | by max murin 2010 | Poem for Magistra Mea
28: Poetic Techniques The Metaphor: A metaphor is a comparison of two objects by saying that one is the other. For example, "The cat was a lion, stalking its prey through a jungle of furniture legs" is a metaphor. Often the metaphor is extended, or explained. The Simile: A simile is a comparison of two objects using the words "like" or "as." For example, "The cat pounced onto its prey, the foot, like a leaping jaguar." Personification: Personification is giving something human attributes or personality. For example, "Happily, the jellyfish floated through the sea, without any worries or hopes." Alliteration: Alliteration is when several words in a row begin with the same consonant sound. For example, "Spinning softly and silently, the jellyfish jumped and joked."
29: Poetic Techniques Iambic pentameter: Iambic pentameter is a rhythm consisting of 5 iambs. An iamb is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable, like "doorknob" or "softly". A sample line of iambic pentameter might be "My cats don't use the cat box very much," or "A silver fish flew through the reef at speed." Rhyme scheme: The rhyme scheme is the way that the lines rhyme in the poem. Each rhyming sound is represented by a letter. ABAB means that lines 1 and 3 rhyme with each other, and lines 2 and 4 rhyme with each other. A limerick has a rhyme scheme of AABBA. Hyperbole: Hyperbole is exaggeration to a high extent, such as "The stack of books towered hundreds of feet into the air," or "The jellyfish's tentacles buzzed with deadly electricity as they reached toward me."
31: About the Author Max is a 13-year-old seventh grader at Lakeside Middle School, Seattle, Washington. Max was born in Hawaii, and because of this is, he is drawn to nature, and likes to travel. He is part Slovakian, and has extensively traveled all over Europe, but also places like Tunisia and Costa Rica. Max values all his friends, and his family. He loves math, but the power of words has always been an inspiration to him, and he would like to be an author someday. max murin 2010