April 21, 2016

Dear Division 16,

When we had our visit from Sam on Tuesday this week, I really enjoyed the spirited mini-debate that occurred in the presentation about whether words (writing) or images (visual art) were more free, or more capable of sparking imagination.

Since April is Poetry month and Cheiree has had us thinking this week about carrying poems in our pockets, let’s think more about that.

For your post today, please consider the following quote:

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

– Leonardo da Vinci

In your post, please post a poem that you personally enjoy.  Remember that you must give credit to the author, as always, and then comment on whether you agree with the quote above and why.

Here is my poem:

GIFT

You tell me that silence

is nearer to peace than poems

but if for my gift

I brought you silence

(for I know silence)

you would say

            this is not silence

this is another poem

and you would hand it back to me

-Leonard Cohen

34 comments

  1. cheriee weichel

    I think this quote means that poetry connects to us in the same way that painting does. We understand their meaning in ways different from regular reading and talking to others.
    Here is a poem (unnamed) that I wrote many many years ago when I was going to university in the early 1970’s

    moves smooth
    a real cool casual cat
    carousin round
    moon white night lights
    looking for a lay
    in the rain

    cheriee

  2. Amythest

    Tomorrow is another day
    I lie awake pushing time on one of the darkest nights
    Staring into the moon dressed in its whites,
    It does it’s duty and never skips a day
    A lesson I learn in a very simple way
    Tomorrow is another day for me to show,
    That my abilities are here to grow
    – wishafriend.com

    I really like this poem because to me it is basically saying that every day it a new day and in the end it says “tomorrow is another day for me to show that my abilities are here to grow” I really like that part because everyone has talents and it says that everyday everyone’s abilities can grow and you can show that off. I agree with this poem because as I said the last part everyone has a talent wheather they choose to show it or not, but that ability will grow to be better every day.

    • dickensdiv16

      I like that poem too, and thank you for explaining your thinking, Amythest! I agree with you that everyone has taents and each day is a new chance to share them. I’d like to hear what you think about the Davinci quote!

    • dickensdiv16

      I do like a good metaphor in a poem! Thank you for sharing, den10@sea43. I can see how your love of football would have helped you connect to this poem. What did you think about the Davinci quote?

      • Den10@Sea43

        I think that this relates to the controversy we had over wrighting and visual art. Even though it looks really different it is one in the same.

  3. Rouge

    Once Knew
    Water, water, water everywhere
    making me think land is just something I once knew like
    napping on a hammock
    bathing without salt
    watching Mother write
    laughing for no reason
    kicking up powdery dirt
    and wearing clean nightclothes smelling of the sun
    -Thanhha Lai (Inside Out and Back Again)

    I really like this poem because it creates images in my head and I can relate to the small things that I love so much and that I would miss so much without. I think that the meaning of the poem is that we take little things that make us happy for granted and we don’t realize what we have until it’s all gone. I also really love this poem because it is from one of my absolute all time favourite books called “Inside Out and Back Again” (I highly recommend it to everyone.) The book is a book of poetry but the poetry is telling the story of a young girl who is a refugee coming from Vietnam to the United States.

      • Rouge

        I think that the Leonardo Da Vinci quote had a meaning and that was painting and poetry are connected in different ways and they are used through different senses. I also think that painting and poetry are used to show a message using either your brain or heart but in the end they both communicate the same meaning. The quote also ties into different senses and how they effect our understanding of art, logic, and importance.

  4. DLTMGYD

    “It was only a sunny smile,
    and little it cost in the giving,
    but like morning light it scattered
    the night and made the day worth living” -F Scott Fitzgerald

    I think what the quote means is that poetry is not that different from painting they are both very similar in ways and sometimes almost the same. They can also have the same meaning to someone. If you were to show someone a painting and then read them a poem. That poem has a similar idea of what the painting is then it could have the same meaning to someone.

    • dickensdiv16

      That’s a wonderful poem, DLTMGYD. It makes me ask questions and wonder. It’s familiar and also curious. Thanks for responding to the quote. I think you’re right that some people might find similarities between poetry and painting.

  5. 14A Dinosaur

    Life is a long road, where a man experiences different things. These experiences may be good or bad. Everyone faces good and bad things in life
    auther unknown

  6. super cheese cake

    “Do not fear the past” — Zuhura Seng’enge

    “Do not fear the past.

    It is painful

    but it is real

    Blood was spilt and people died

    but love and unity had survived.”
    —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–
    I chose this poem because its not a reflection of the past. Its a poem from the past. Its from Africa. This poem is for some Africans because they had a maybe painful and bloody life. So this poem is telling them to memorise the good part of their life and forget the painful ones. Also look forward to the future because love and unity haven’t end in the war.

  7. Ginger

    Two roads
    diverged in a wood,
    and I took the one
    less traveled by,
    and that has made
    all the difference
    -Robert Frost

    I think that this poem has a really important message to share. The poet, Robert Frost, shows a really interesting point of view on how being unique can lead you to an amazing place. The individual within the poem decides that instead of taking the safer, less traveled-on route, to take the more interesting and adventurous route, to take him to the destination. I absolutely agree with this point of view and think it is extremely important to be unique in what you do.

    I think that the Da Vinci quote means that painting and poetry are similar in ways that they make connections to our personalities. Leonardo Da Vinci is suggesting that these two different ways of communicating can mean the same thing, feel like the same thing, but look completely. I partially disagree with this quote. I think that poetry is painting, in the sense that it paints a vivid image in your mind. On the other hand, I do not think that painting is poetry because painting is a completely different kind of fine art that depicts pictures instead of words.

    • dickensdiv16

      I love the message you take from the poem, Ginger. We are a unique bunch in our class and every day I’m so glad that so many of you take the road less traveled. Thank you for your thoughtful take on the Davinci quote. It’s interesting how people make sense of art in similar and different ways.

  8. smeagaleater10

    CAPTIVE
    Once I dive into these pages.
    I might not come out for ages.
    Books have powers over me.
    Inside a book I am not free.
    I am a prisoner in a land of print paper in my hand.
    But do not worry.
    Do not fear.
    I am happy captive here
    Author unknown

    I like this poem because it describes what happens to some people when they read a book, that also happens to me often.

    I think that Leonardo da Vinci was trying to say that art is a poetry rather seen and poetry is an art rather felt emotionally.

  9. Smallbrowndog

    Ice
    I chipped away at your
    cold exterior
    dodging shards of ice until
    you were no longer heard
    but even though
    I cracked the surface
    your heart
    would not melt
    This poem is quite depressing but I like it because how it paints a picture in your mind about people who are oblivious to other people.
    I think that Da Vinci was trying to say that they both create images in your mind and you can see them both wether it’s in your mind or a physical picture you can see.

  10. crazymemeslol123

    Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
    There is a place where the sidewalk ends
    And before the street begins,
    And there the grass grows soft and white,
    And there the sun burns crimson bright,
    And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
    To cool in the peppermint wind.

    Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
    And the dark street winds and bends.
    Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
    We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
    And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
    To the place where the sidewalk ends.

    Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
    And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
    For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
    The place where the sidewalk ends.
    I just went online and I found this poet I found it interesting and and sorta weird.
    I think what Leonardo da Vinci means is that you can feel art but can’t touch it and you can’t feel paint but can touch it so I say it’s pretty cool

  11. Joaquin

    LISTEN TO THE MUSTN’TS (Where the Sidewalk Ends)

    Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
    Listen to the DON’TS
    Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
    The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
    Listen to the NEVER HAVES
    Then listen close to me—
    Anything can happen, child,
    ANYTHING can be.

    By: Shel Silverstein

    I chose this poem because sometimes people will tell you not to do things, or what you can’t be… but believe in yourself, you can be anything that you want as long as you put your mind to it. I think this poem is simple but it has meaning, it tells us kids to not listen to the negative from others and to focus on the positives we can accomplish in our lives.

    “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen
    I think Da Vinci means that paintings and poetry are made with emotions, they are ways of communicating.

  12. the Dude

    “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothings going to get better. It’s not” (From The Lorax, by Dr. Seuss.

    “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

    What I think about this quote is that when you are looking at paintings or poetry there are quite a few similarities. When you look at poetry you see the poet’s perspective on the world. This is the same for artists. I believe that Da Vinci is correct. Both poetry and paintings do the same things because they are both art-forms.

  13. DancingPorcupine

    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
    And sings the tune without the words
    And never stops at all

    And sweetest in the Gale is heard
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little Bird
    That kept so many warm

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land
    And on the strangest Sea
    Yet, never, in Extremity
    It asked a crumb of Me

    -Emily Dickinson

    I think that in some circumstances this quote could be true, depending on the painting or the poem because for some people one poem could mean a lot to them but for other people it could not be meaningful.

  14. Sr.Fruitcake

    Is a limerick a guy or a poem,
    If he’s a guy I don’t really know’im,
    If it is a verse,
    It would not be worse,
    Cause then I could write one and show’im.

    By: me

    I agree with Leonardo Da Vinci’s quote because both are arts and can be appreciated in different ways, I think he is going for some thing deeper than the base meaning though I don’t fully understand what it is. I think it is something along the lines of the point I made just a second ago that both are art forms.

  15. The Bean

    Space is really the final frontier, but where is space?
    Is it a location out among the stars, or the void between nuclear particles,
    Is the space we seek to explore tangible, or a metaphor for something beyond us?
    Is there a common space a collective concept agreed on by all of existence?
    Is my space my own or owned by know one, or only inhabited for brief moments?
    Does time change the nature of space?
    If so why?
    The quest is daunting
    That is why space remains the final frontier in our journey for understanding.
    – S.H Proctor
    I like this poem because it inspires me to think about everything that is or could be out there and how small we really are compared to all of it. It makes me want to explore and discover and think about everything around me and al of it’s possibilities.
    I agree with the Da Vinci quote and I think that this quote is all about perspective, and how no matter who you are or what you do, you can always gain something from looking at art.

  16. Soccerboy123ABC

    SAFE?
    I look to the left ,
    I look to the right ,
    Before I ever
    Move my feet.
    No cars to the left ,
    No cars to the right,
    I guess it’s safe
    To cross the street….
    By Shel Silverstein
    I really enjoy reading this poem because I love making jokes out of words and playing on words if you see the picture you’ll get what I mean .I think Leonardo da Vinci is saying that art is a visual thing and that poetry is something you feel you get an emotion inside whenot the poems read .

  17. GamingPickle84

    Sick
    Shel Silverstein, 1930 – 1999

    “I cannot go to school today,”
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    “I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I’m going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
    And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
    And don’t you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
    It might be instamatic flu.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button’s caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
    My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
    I have a sliver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
    What’s that? What’s that you say?
    You say today is. . .Saturday?
    G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

    I like this poem because it is funny and it connects to me because sometimes I try to make excuses like these to not go to school.

    Leonardo Da Vinci is right I think because paintings and poetry are connected because they are both good and fun ways to tell stories. They both also make people feel things.

  18. THEMANGO404 WAFFLE

    Casey at the Bat
    Ernest Lawrence Thayer

    The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
    The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
    And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
    A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

    A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
    Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
    They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
    We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”

    But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
    And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
    So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
    For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

    But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
    And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
    And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
    There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

    Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
    It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
    It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
    For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

    There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
    There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face.
    And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
    No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.

    Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
    Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his
    shirt;
    Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
    Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

    And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the
    air,
    And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
    Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
    “That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.

    From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled
    roar,
    Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
    “Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
    And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his
    hand.

    With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
    He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
    He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
    But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!”

    “Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered
    “Fraud!”
    But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
    They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles
    strain,
    And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

    The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
    He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
    And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
    And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

    Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
    The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
    And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
    shout,
    But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

    THIS POEM, FOR ME, REALLY CAPTURES BASEBALL: EVERYONE CROWDED INTO A STADIUM WITH A BIG CROWD AND A FAMOUS HITTER. IT IS CAPTIVATING BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU THINK, “WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?, WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?…” IT’S ALSO REALLY INTENSE BECAUSE AS A BASEBALL PLAYER, IT MAKES ME THINK, I KNOW THIS KIND OF PRESSURE. I BET IT WAS REALLY NERVE-WRACKING TO BE THE BATTER–AND IT WOULD ALSO BE REALLY CRAZY TO BE THE PITCHER BECAUSE FOR BOTH OF THEM, YOUR NEXT MOVE DETERMINES YOU’RE GOING TO SCORE RUNS OR IF THE PITCHER WILL SHUT YOU DOWN. AFTER ALL THE BUILD UP, YOU THINK THAT CASEY WILL DRIVE IN A BUNCH OF RUNS, BUT UNEXPECTEDLY, IT ENDS WITH A STRIKE OUT!

  19. Crazychicken lover

    I knew a shark
    called menacing mark
    who never brushed his teeth.
    not even after snacking on some divers in the reef.Cavities don’t scare me!
    he told me face to face
    if ten teeth rot,I’ve got a hundred to take their place.
    But menacing mark forgot one thing–
    his awful stinky breath.
    It frightened all his prey away and
    soon he starved to death.
    -Tiffany Stone
    This poem reminds me of all those stories where people trust their ego so much they eventually fall into some kind of trap because they thought they were to good to be true.

  20. Arcticowl

    Being happy doesn’t mean
    everything’s perfect.
    It means you’ve
    Decided to look
    Beyond the imperfections.

    I really like this poem.Because it reminds us to be happy because of who we are.Also that we aren’t perfect not one of us,we all have imperfections about our selfs.Sorry there was no author listed.When I Look at this Poem it make me happy i hope it does the same with you.

  21. LAsTheWind

    Charmanders are red. Squirtles are blue. If you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you. Your smile is stronger that of a Hyperbeam. Like Jesse and James, we make the perfect team. I’ll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash. I’ll love you more than a level 80 Rapidash. You’re more legendary than a Zapados, Entei, or Mew.But out of all 450 I choose you.

    I love this poem because, I am nerd of games :3 also this poem has a love of love to who you are giving it to, (if there a nerd, or other) Every Pokémon has each connection to everyone in the world, which means, out of the 50 different types of people get chosen by someone get to be there Love :3

  22. Pandatush

    Mr.Nobody
    “I know a funny little man,
    As quiet as a mouse,
    Who does the mischief that is done,
    In everybody’s house!
    There’s no one every sees his face,
    And yet we all agree,
    That every plate we ever break
    Was cracked by Mr.Nobody
    Tis he who always tears our books,
    Who leaves the door ajar,
    He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
    And scatters them afar,
    That sneaky little door will always squeak,
    For, prithee, don’t you see,
    We leave the oiling to be done by Mr. Nobody.”
    -I couldn’t find the author

    I agree to the quote because I too think that when we see a painting, we see it very clearly, but we can also feel the emotions of the artist. A poem though can be felt a lot more than a painting because it paints the picture in your head itself and your own emotions can create what your image is. It gives you a hint and leaves you to find the rest to figure it out.

  23. balloongirl123

    – the twinkles in her
    eyes when she
    looks at me
    the sound of her laughter
    the way she
    holds my face
    in her hands
    P.S can’t find the author

    I think that this quote/poem is really interesting because it makes me think of my childhood a little bit which is a little weird but this poem is like for a little girl it looks like.

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