Reflection, Writing:
The main difference between day one and day six is how much my poem expanded. The first version of my poem was only 5 lines, while the same poem at the end was 11 lines. My initial though was to get a theme on paper and then expand from there. I found it the most sensical thing to do. Simply because of the small area we were given to work with. The first 3 days can most easily be described as expansion to the poem, and the last three days were more focused on revision. My first day was 5 lines, then on the second day it increased to 7 lines, while on the third day I was up to 9 lines. These expansions were made to bulk up the poem and give it more sustenance. Then on day 4 I began to turn my focus on what that sustenance was. I slowly began to rearrange the lines and take some out completely. At the same time, I also add some more lines that came into my head. The first three days were like building the skeleton of the poem. It was then my job to put some meat on those bones. So, I also worked on making my lines more dynamic. Also focusing on word choice and changing or removing words that just did not seem to fit in quite right. Ultimately, I was left with a poem that was slightly more tolerable than the one I started out with, which I guess is a step in the right direction.
Reflection, Bookmaking:
I chose to give my book a rough and abrasive look which is supposed to mirror some of the imagery within my poem. When debating what to decorate my book with I looked around me and decided to use industrial materials that would really contrast the content of my poem. Then I decided to go wild with the materials I had available. I didn’t like the look of the white paper for the cover, it looked too clean. So, I decided to coat it in duct-tape. Then I found some test strips from the last time I developed film and decided to cut them up and staple them on in a disorderly pattern. The images on the test strips are of forest and thicket, so I thought it would fit in well with my poem. A slight problem I ran into is how difficult it is to write on photographic paper. I decided to work around this by using a label maker to really give a distinct look for the title. Ultimately, I am not quite sure what synergy my poem and cover will present to another person. I hope they notice the odd and natural mediums I used to accompany/contrast the otherwise earthly and erratic theme of my poem.
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Poem (Final Draft): Untamed Icon Upon this weathered stone I spread my limbs and whet my thorns to climb and surface my habitual disarray I have become a mired mess a tangled confusion a being of averse confliction I grow to burrow my parasitic roots you can scrape me from the ground you may pull me from the soil but you will never tame my internal abrasion
