The Vainberg Experience

  Limerick and a Sentence.      I don’t mean for my blog to become a personal venting ground but I barely have the mental capacity to put together more than one coherent thought right now and I’ve spent way too much time trying to figure out how to pronounce anapestic trimeter in researching limericks for the purpose of writing one, but then I felt as though just five lines of poetry was a little too short to dedicate an entire blog post to so I ended up trying to write the longest sentence I could without losing focus disguised as an intro to my blog post- 100 words (at the ‘post’) exactly so far- just to prove that periods are optional and run-on sentences don’t exist, and finally, to loop back to a previous idea, here is my limerick.  Lobster of Gold There once was a lobster of old, Who sat on a pile of gold; The heat from the sun Cooked him- overdone, Forever the flavor of mold.

  A Missing Piece Like most of my recent blog posts, this one is on the shorter side as well, but it is still important to me nonetheless. Throughout the past week or so as we’ve been listening to poetry in class, a missing piece fell into place for me in my understanding and enjoyment of poetry. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize because it seems so obvious now, but poetry is an oral tradition and therefore should be read/listened to aloud to truly be understood. For the longest time, poetry was not my favorite thing in the world simply because I found it somewhat of a chore to understand. I had to read it a few times and ponder it over and over again to connect with the speaker’s message, and to me that was just not enjoyable. After listening to poetry every other day in class however, I realized what I was missing in my enjoyment of poetry: the oral component. In having the poems read to me, I connected with them on levels I previously only got to with multiple rerea...