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  1. Reservist by Boey Kim Cheng

    30/09/2016 by axonite

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    In Reservist, Boey Kim Cheng regards the military service as laughable. He mocks it as being delusional (This is most evident in his reference to Don Quixote – “…tilt at windmills”). These are old men he says (“With creaking bones…grunts”) play-acting at being “knights” in some medieval farce – but the most that they can muster these days is being “battle-weary” ones before they even begin. They all look ridiculous (“…rusty armour…pot bellies”). Their “cavalier days” (when they looked dashing and vital in uniform) are long gone. Now they are a parody of a fighting force. It is pure “fantasy land” to expect these old and out of condition men to prepare for war. Moreover, Cheng appears to say that it is all for the vanity of those in power (“…kings’ command”) that they enact this pointless ritual (“We…Sisyphus”).

     
     
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  2. Year 10 Imagist Poetry

    02/02/2015 by axonite

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    The poet Ezra Pound, an innovator of Imagism, stated that there were three rules to composing Imagist poetry:

     

    * Direct treatment of the subject.
    * Conciseness of expression
    * Composed in the rhythm of the musical phrase, not in the rhythm of the metronome (creating new rhythms instead of tired worn-out ones).

     

    Here are a few Imagist poems from Year 10:
     
    He remembered the past,
    like it was a slap in the face,
    a reminder of when he had been a disgrace.

    Alinkar

     

    She felt happy like a raisin, crinkling her face to form a smile.
    Depression settled in like a paper cut, thinking it is nothing until the small bead of blood transforms to a stream.
    He remembered the past like an old man’s hair, no longer existing.

    Hui Ling

     

    The factory was quiet,
    as the theatre past midnight,
    empty but once filled with energy.

    The birds flew across the sky,
    like streaks of gold and silver,
    flying off into the brightening horizon.

    Sze Khun

     

    The bird flew across the sky like my thoughts soaring across my mind as I daydream all day.
    She felt happy like a singing lark then she got shot by a hunter.

    Ernest T

     

    The old woman considered death as simply an old friend, who took her hand, smiling, and walked her into the darkness

    She felt happy, her joy a hibernating creature, stirring fitfully from its slumber

    Depression settled like a stream of maple syrup over a stack of pancakes that I had no appetite for

    Aishah

     

    The bird flew across the sky like a teleporter
    Reaching destinations by the fastest route in a fraction of a second

    The sun came up like unreciprocated love
    Blinding you before you realize it hurts

    The factory was quiet like a museum
    Haunted and empty, without its exhibits

    Yu Tong

     

    Depression settled like a stone on a grave slowly cracking it’s humanity away.

    She felt happy like a seed of joy had been planted in her heart. blooming with lush petals of ecstasy.

    Jia Wen

     

    Depression settled,
    Like a dense heavy blanket,
    Draping itself around my shoulders
    Dragging me down with it

    The factory was quiet
    As if the atmosphere was on mute
    And God had forgotten to turn up the volume.

    Yin Jun (Chloe)