Thursday, January 21, 2010

Catching Tigers in Red Weather/ Dissillusionment at 10 o'clock

I read the poem with the rest of the class, and low and behold... I loved it. I love the feeling it portrays, which isn't much of a feeling rather than a strangeness and an acute ability to leave the reader going "huh...???". When I read it, I understood that the poem wasn't supposed to have a big meaning behind it, other than the imagination is a strange and wonderful and fearful place.

So, as ordered or asked, whichever you would prefer, I googled the ending of the poem "...catches tigers in red weather.", and here's what I got: The ending is no more than just that.. an ending. It basically describes what the drunken sailor is dreaming about, the red weather probably refering to a day he experienced, when the sky and the weather within it were red from the setting (or rising) sun, depending on the weather at hand. And yet, it follows the strange feeling of the poem, that at first glance, it makes no sense at all until one is willing to sit down and at least make some sense of the poem.

And while searching the ending, I came across Wikepedia's description of the poem. Basically it described teh poem as that of a poem that was written and meant for the reader to linger on the strangeness, the possibility of colors w/in one's own imagination, and unusual dreams that we are all accustomed to having. I mean, need there be a REAL meaning behind a poem other than pondering the meaning of the poem??? According to wiki, the poem shows that imagination takes it's own course, form, and order, especially in dreams, and it matters not that it makes sense. "thus following one of the main facts necessary for modernist literature to function: taht the object or idea being represented exists in and for itself, and only for itself." The reading suggests taht the "haunted house" with the white nightgowns represents life without imagination, and maybe showing the mind of the owner as being barren, and desolate, and hopeless, filled with cobbwebs and dust, due to the lack of imagination and color of a life.

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