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Hello!

I am planning on publishing posts regularly now that I will have more time this summer (graduating finally!). I would love to know if there are any topics/subjects that you would be interested in reading. Please complete the poll and feel free to leave comments or contact me with any suggestions!

Thank you to all my followers and regular readers (and new ones too!), I really appreciate your time and dedication in reading my writing.

-Alina

 

Free Hand #108 (What The Eyes See)

 

the hell

inside the heart

pressed up against

the glass

for all eyes to see

only darkness


 

Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina 

 

Notebook Excerpts #4 (May/June)

Here are some excerpts from my May and June Notebooks. I use regular composition notebooks to write in, take notes, and attempt poetry and fiction. I have filled one entire Notebook every month for the last few years. I find it to be a good habit that keeps my writing and my mind fresh.


+ signifies breaks in sections of writing/poems

 

(MAY 2017)

How I bleed.

Let it fall down, marble, the cold sky. And the clouds are fat in the neat of the sky.

What are the words that break each other?

Up and out, down and inside it all.

How death becomes reality eventually for all of us.

+

How glass sounds, smashing glass,

smashing it all. The sting in the eardrums.

The sting of pain that bellows and coldly crumbles.

+

and situated coldly across the old sky wandering

her eyes reflected a pain that was not found.

In it all, was not found among the wreckage of her personality.

+

Why do we care about the theory of a god? the existence of one, at all?

What does that mean? All the power that corrupts the hearts of man.

+

Writing between us. Writing it all, climb into nowhere and pulverize, pulverize the summer sun. My heart beats, beats clean, crisp and cold all my eyes return into the holy error of death. Calm and sweet my body blossoms into nothing. I am nothing.

 

(JUNE 2017)

My mind  burns, could you find me, any colder? The eyes of my heart return to a death that I can no longer find. Why my body bends and breaks, closes completely.

+

Words written on these pages-what does everyone know? My blood burns like no one else, my mind poisonous to everyone. Burning them into a burning light but I am so cold.

+

My skin turns blue until there is nothing left of me until there is…nothing.

+

Sweet flowers that destroy you, into the forgotten night. My eyes drift silently into nothing.

+

What do the words mean? Do they mean anything? I’m not quite sure anymore.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #34

Moss gathers and the trees grow.

Under the pale blue sky. In the summer time,

the heart flows upwards and over into

the mouth, into the body. How my mind keeps

spinning, talking, creeping until words

are strained, weakened and colorless.

There under the trees, laying flat on my back

I wait for the worms to eat me up.

My words to become soft echoes in the forest.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Reflection: Complete Poems of Ernest Hemingway

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The Complete Poems of Ernest Hemingway

I found this book at my beloved Sam Weller’s here in Salt Lake City. Their poetry section is large and impressive. Needless to say thanks to them I find amazing poetry books regularly. Thank you Wellers! 

This collection of poems brings amazing insight into how Hemingway developed into the extraordinary writer he was. Among the prolific writers, artists and musicians of the Jazz Age, Hemingway brings his own attitude and style to the era. This collection spans from 1912-1956, from Hemingway as a young man to an older experienced one, the poetry that he wrote explored technique, style, form and subject matter. It is amazing to see and read the poetry of Hemingway evolve as he honed his skills.

The introduction mentions that because of Hemingway’s use of expletives and frank raunchy subject matter, many readers seek out the collection on purpose. I had no idea that because of these elements readers (maybe specifically Hemingway readers) would purposefully seek out this book since the reason I got it was because I love Hemingway and love poetry (simple enough). But I was not surprised that his poems contained this questionable material, since Hemingway’s style emphasizes on ‘telling it the way it is’, he did not seek to leave out the private details of intimate life nor the language that people use in any of his writing.

These are few of the poems that I loved the most from this complete collection,

(italicized years are not part of the poem title)

[Blank Verse] 1916

Killed Piave-July 8-1918

[“Blood is thicker than water…”] 1922

To Good Guys Dead 1922

The Lady Poets with Foot Notes 1924

[Little drops of grain alcohol] 1926

Poem, 1928

Defense of Luxembourg 1945

(bracketed titles are taken from the first line of the poem)

In many of these poems Hemingway critiques his critics, he also explores his experiences in war and his attitude towards politics and government. Of course, there is also a lot of references to drinking and women but there is also critique from Hemingway on maybe a certain female poet (or general types of female poets, I am not sure) in ‘The Lady Poets with Foot Notes’, which I found to be both amusing and fascinating. Many of his early poems have a rhyme scheme, or appear to mimic various traditional forms, as he gets older it appears that Hemingway chisels his words more effectively and dabbles in writing his poetry in freer forms (maybe the influence of key modernist poets such as T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound?) I believe the introduction mentions these poets among others that were involved in the writers community of the Jazz Age in Europe. Overall, I would recommend this book to any poet that loves the works of Hemingway since I find it instructive and inspirational. If anything reading this complete collections of poems has made me appreciate more the daily hard work that goes into writing whenever and wherever you can (on vacation or the battlefront). I admire Hemingway among thousands of other writers for his attitude and style of writing. There is something bare and true about his words that echoes with readers souls still.

What I love about this collection: It contains pictures of Hemingway throughout his life as well as pictures of the original poems and drafts. I love it when poetry/fiction books add these items because it brings the writer so much closer to the reader; to see his handwriting right next to the final printed word on the next page is incredible.

What I wish it had more of: The introduction gives sufficient background into the early writings of Hemingway (specifically his poetry). I am one of those book nuts that loves lengthy Introductions that delve deep into the subject matter of the book, if this one was just a little longer (it is only 15 pages) or double the size I feel that I could have learned more.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you return in the future!

-Alina

 

p.s. I have decided to wait until I finish the last Harry Potter book to write a reflection on the entire series. Many people have written about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling I know, but I want to specifically focus on the evolving writing in the series and character development. As a cornerstone series that every child should read, I think it is crucial to analyze Rowling’s technique and approach to her controversial subject matter, to better understand how such influential writers write. 

Free Hand #26 (Working to Survive)

I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately.

This is some scribblings in response.


 

Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease,

in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are

trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us.

How much do we have to work? Until our knuckles

bleed? Until our backs break? There is no relief.

There is no end.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Working on Reflection: The Complete Poems of Ernest Hemingway

HELLO!

This is just a brief announcement that I am working on a reflection on the book of poems that I just recently finished.

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The Complete Poems of Ernest Hemingway

In my reflection I will be discussing my favorite poems in the collection and why. I am also thinking of comparing a few select poems to key works of Hemingway’s such as ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’, ‘A Moveable Feast’ and ‘The Sun Also Rises’.

I hope to have this reflection complete and posted on my blog by the end of the week (June 18th)!

Again I thank you all for reading my work! and I hope that you enjoy this upcoming reflection!

-Alina

 

p.s. Heads up, I am almost done with Pinsky’s Singing School, and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince from my Fiction and Poetry Summer Reading Lists. I also plan on doing short reflections on these. 

Free Hand #20 (What does the sky say?)

Weather has been great. I am so behind in writing.

Listening to: The Dead Weather Album Dodge and Burn


 

What does the sky say? As it echoes explosions across the valley?

Torn up and red like a stormy sunset on the ocean. Doused

with rouge, doused with passion. Sky bleeding down on me,

whispering words of warning. There’s something coming.

 


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #18

Cool day in SLC. I have today off, planning on relaxing all day. Here are more mutterings of mine.

Listening to: Coachella-woodstock in my mind by Lana Del Rey


 

The sun heats the glory, in my blood, a vein

of rage rushes on. The end of the night, and

the gold in my mind resonates with hell below.

What dreams become reality when the sun

rises over those mountains? Silver light and

calm, blissful, embalm me. Save me

from the endless night that plagues my mind.

 


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina