This is the other John Keats poem that affected me deeply when I was a teenager. Back then, I'd sometimes feel down for no apparent reason but then foThis is the other John Keats poem that affected me deeply when I was a teenager. Back then, I'd sometimes feel down for no apparent reason but then found that if I listened to the music I loved, or watched good movies, read the books that interested me, penned a story, and spent time with friends, I would feel a lot better. So after reading this poem, I started to use the word melancholy. A lot.
I love this poem now as much as I did then. And age has given me an even deeper appreciation for it.
Keats talks about not letting yourself get so swamped by sadness that it'll take over everything and might even push you to contemplate embracing death. But don't, he says. Because life slips by too quickly already. And instead of focusing on the sad things, why not celebrate beauty and joy? Because if you don't appreciate them... they too eventually slip away.
I absolutely love the message at the core of this poem. Sometimes, when you feel blue and feel yourself falling into negativity, focusing on the beauty all around you and the things that make you happy might just be what you need! Sure, this is not relevant to clinical depression, but that's not what he was talking about here.
Actually, I remember a class discussion that divided us. Some students were convinced this poem was the rant of Keats being under the influence of opium. While others were convinced it was his romantic way of saying that we should appreciate what we have before it's gone. I agreed with the latter.
When I was in high school, we studied a few of John Keats poems. High school might be something I left behind a while ago, but I never forgot about thWhen I was in high school, we studied a few of John Keats poems. High school might be something I left behind a while ago, but I never forgot about these poems. And since I've written a story where students actually study a few of his poems, I've been re-reading them lately.
I love how it begins:
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
Up until we studied Keats, I'd found poetry boring and lacking. I had no real appreciation for it. But his words made me realise just how imaginative a well-written poem can be. How much imagery can fill your mind when a poem is written well. And just how thrilling the experience can be when you allow words to help you feel the world through another animal. Not to mention how beautiful a bird's song can be, and how when it's gone... you're left wondering if you heard it at all.
I love the breathless quality of this poem. It's like flying on an adventure, and feeling the wind in your hair. Only to then wonder if it was all a dream.
OMG, I can't believe I found this book here. When I was sixteen, I read this book and loved it so. Then I lent someone my copy and never got it back.OMG, I can't believe I found this book here. When I was sixteen, I read this book and loved it so. Then I lent someone my copy and never got it back. :( I was a huge fan of Sweet Dreams books and read a heap of them! Loved this one! :)...more
Well, I decided to start my 2016 Reading Challenge with a classic. This is a book that I read back in the late 1980s, while in high school. I enjoyedWell, I decided to start my 2016 Reading Challenge with a classic. This is a book that I read back in the late 1980s, while in high school. I enjoyed it so much that I talked my English teacher into lending me all the other S.E Hinton books the English department had available. :)
Anyway, reading this book almost 30 years later was still a great experience. I was hooked instantly and read the whole book in one day (well, finished it just after midnight) because I just couldn't stop.
Ponyboy is a teenager. His parents died so he lives with his older brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry works hard to keep the brothers together, while Sodapop dropped out of school and got a job to help keep Ponyboy in school because this kid's smart. He loves to read and is an advanced student. His brothers know that he might be able to make something of himself. If he can stay out of gang trouble.
Along with their friends Johnny, Two-Bit, Steve and Dally these guys are known as Greasers--poor kids from shitty homes but cool hair. And the Socs--rich kids with fancy cars who go around bashing Greasers. The night a bunch of drunk Socs go too far, Ponyboy and Johnny retaliate and are forced to go on the run...
Wow. Still amazing.
This story might have been set in the 1960s, but some things never change. S.E Hinton is right, the group names might change but some kids will always feel like they're lumped into one group or another and have to fight to stay alive.
This is a timeless book that packed the same emotional punch for me now as it did when I first read it (at the same age as Ponyboy). The writing style sucked me in quickly and deeply. I once again got lost in the violent world of the Greasers and felt sorry for their hardships but celebrated their generosity towards each other. Basically, I once again fell in love with the characters.
Ponyboy's voice is honest and raw. Johnny's story still tore my heart out. And the moral is still the same.
I LOVE this book SO MUCH.
Now I want to watch the movie! :)
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I read and absolutely loved this book when I was in high school. There were a lot of post-nuclear war stories around when I was a kid, and this was onI read and absolutely loved this book when I was in high school. There were a lot of post-nuclear war stories around when I was a kid, and this was one of the best ones I've ever read. :)...more