Something that frustrates me to no end is how selfish and misunderstanding people can be in this world sometimes. Kelsey Thomas, first, the
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Tone Piece
Sunday, December 5, 2010
A Study of Reading Habits
A Study of Reading Habits was a very odd poem, at first, but after getting the true meaning its oddness was very fitting. The poem had three stanzas. After thinking for a long time, I think I figured it out. Each stanza is a new stage in his life, but he represented them through the types of books a person read at that age. The first is his adolescence; he talks about the little underdog beating up the bullies twice his size. When a reader is little, the books they read allow them to believe that the good guy always wins. In the second stanza, I found this to be the teenager stage. At this age boys find it cool to be a bit of a rebel because they are in that awkward stage in life where they are still finding who they are. Larkin stated it like this, “Later, with inch-thick specs, evil was just my lark: me and my cloak and fangs.” When it starts with the part about specs it seems that maybe he was made fun of at this age for his glasses, and then he found that it was fun to be the evil character like a vampire because of his insecurities at the time, so enjoyed those thriller books. Then the last stanza I found to be a bit confusing. The stanza went like this: “Don’t read much now: the dude who lets the girl down before the hero arrives, the chap who’s yellow and keeps the store, seem far too familiar. Get stewed: books are a load of crap.” This I found to be the present time because it seems like he came to a realization when thinking about how his life is now. When a person gets older the books are more mature, more realistic; there is a sense of reality that at a younger age most wouldn’t enjoy. Now he isn’t fighting off people twice his size, he isn’t that evil vampire looking for a thrill, he is just that store owner who isn’t the hero and never gets the girl. He finishes with saying “books are a load of crap,” and I think it’s his funny way of saying that reality is boring. Maybe we all are a little jealous of those characters because they get to be the perfect hero, or thrilling villain. When that time comes and we grow up… books just are a load of crap… because rarely does anyone get to be those characters; we just get snapped back to reality to be those that are oh so familiar… And where is the fun in that?