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Bezig met laden... You and Yours (American Poets Continuum) (editie 2005)door Naomi Shihab Nye
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. A bit of all over the place, but in a good way. ( ) from poetry foundation: Naomi Shihab Nye was born in St. Louis, Missouri in 1952. Her father was a Palestinian refugee and her mother an American of German and Swiss descent, and Nye spent her adolescence in both Jerusalem and San Antonio, Texas. Her experience of both cultural difference and different cultures has influenced much of her work. Known for poetry that lends a fresh perspective to ordinary events, people, and objects, Nye has said that, for her, “the primary source of poetry has always been local life, random characters met on the streets, our own ancestry sifting down to us through small essential daily tasks.” i have been reading shihab nye's poetry for years, but i have never read a full collection from her. you & yours was a very good read. as noted in the bit of biography i excerpted above, in this collection shihab nye takes ordinary moments and people and makes them memorable, beautiful, heartbreaking. shihab nye plays with form and style, and offers moments of humour along with her more serious ideas. my favourite poem is titled My Perfect Stranger, which is about a 5yo girl occupying the seat in front of hers on a flight to san francisco. they also share middle eastern heritage, on a plane, post-9/11. My Perfect Stranger The little girl at the airport gate in Cincinnati had a tuft of vivid pink ponytail sticking straight up out of her brown- haired head. I wondered how hard she'd begged to get her mother to do that. She was about five, wearing a lacy white party dress. When we boarded the plane she turned up sitting right in front of me. She poked her cute little face through the crack between the seats. "Do you have a table that comes out of your arm?" "Say what?" She had the bulkhead seat with an armrest that opened for the hidden tray to pop out. "No," I laughed. "I just have the regular table that folds down. "Oh, too bad." When the flight attendant gave safety instructions over the loudspeaker, the girl chimed out loud responses. "You're welcome!" to "Thanks for flying with us." "Hope you have a nice flight too." Her mother tried to shush her. "But you told me to answer people," the girl protested. The mama said, "That lady's talking to everyone. She's not just talking to you." The plane took off toward San Francisco and the little girl looked down on Cincinatti. "Oh mama!" she cried. "We forget we live in a zigzag world. Look how it's shining!" Tears filled my eyes. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you get to fly behind a poet. The girl turned the pages of exotic merchandise in the airport catalog. "Mama, someday if we're rich, can we buy all this?" Oh honey, I thought, you're rich right now. She stuck her face through the crack again. "Find me!" she ordered. Meaning, which side of the seat will I peek around next? Then she stared at me very hard. "I think you need a picture. You look tired. Could I draw you one? What do you want? You look like you need a tree." But she drew a blue flower, with green leaves, as tall as the person next to it, who happened to be wearing glasses like mine. Then she asked how to spell my name and wrote TO NAOMI, LOVE LAYLA across the top. Oh Layla. . .I wanted to whisper to her that we shared more than a flight. The familiar accent of the Middle East flavored her mother's voice. When I was little, I wished my name were Layla too. But what would have happened had I announced our ethnic link to such an outspoken little artist? Her voice, like a flute, might have exclaimed it, "We're Arabs!" and we were on a plane. I didn't mention it. But Layla, you charmed me. (By the way, I kept your flower.) 4Q,2P (my VOYA codes) Each poem is a story and a snippet of time. I got lost in some and had a hard time engaging in others. I loved how Nye's writing and tone seemed to change with the poem like in Don Chu Go. The reader in my head even took on the character which enhanced the reading experience. Some poems seemed comprehensible but were steeped in history and culture and were harder to grasp a hold of. I could read through a few and then be completely stopped by one for a lack of understanding or a resonating that required a deep and reflective pause. 3Q 2P Poetry is not an art form that I particularly enjoy. It really depends on the authors of the poems. That being said, I enjoyed Nye's poems though some went over my head. The way Nye uses words to conveys such deep emotions was really surprising and refreshing. Of course, some of her poems may need more than one read to understand the emotions and meaning behind them. This poetry collection is full of many things: introspection, political criticism, gardening, crafting, growing up, culture clashes, war, hurt feelings, and even home renovation. It's written in several free verse styles; dense blocks of text, zig-zags that could be read aloud by more than one person, and narrow winding columns. The narration ranges from prim professional ("Why I Could Not Accept Your Invitation"), to clipped back-woods speech ("Canoeing with Alligators") just as natural as can be. Because of the versatile topics, voices and formats I believe this volume is 5Q and a 4P, it has "broad general or genre YA appeal." geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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HTML: In You and Yours, Naomi Shihab Nye continues her conversation with ordinary people whose lives become, through her empathetic use of poetic language, extraordinary. Nye writes of local life in her inner-city Texas neighborhood, about rural schools and urban communities she's visited in this country, as well as the daily rituals of Jews and Palestinians who live in the war-torn Middle East. The Day I missed the day Balancing direct language with a suggestive "aslantness," Nye probes the fragile connection between language and meaning. She never shies from the challenge of trying to name the mysterious logic of childhood or speak truth to power in the face of the horrors of war. She understands our lives are marked by tragedy, inequity, and misunderstanding, and that our best chance of surviving our losses and shortcomings is to maintain a heightened awareness of the sacred in all things. Naomi Shihab Nye, poet, editor, anthologist, is a recipient of writing fellowships from the Lannan and Guggenheim foundations. Nye's work has been featured on PBS poetry specials including NOW with Bill Moyers, The Language of Life with Bill Moyers, and The United States of Poetry. She has traveled abroad as a visiting writer on three Arts America tours sponsored by the United States Information Agency. In 2001 she received a presidential appointment to the National Council of the National Endowment for the Humanities. She lives in San Antonio, Texas. .Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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