Reading Response

Percey Bysshe Shelley, author of, "A Defence of Poetry," defends Joe Wenderoth's piece "Letters to Wendys". Shelley mentions in her piece, "Reason is the enumeration of qualities already known; imagination is the perception of the value of those qualities, both separately and as a whole," which applies directly to Wenderoth's writings. In "Letters to Wendys" he writes from the first person perspective every single day from a year. He brings his readers to a normal place, a place that we as American's have become very familiar with; having all eatten in the fast food nation. However, not only does he take us all to a common ground, he turns the normal view of things and sees something else; he sees this imaginary world within Wendys. He sees Wendy as a little girl whose common to life. He sees Wendy living with him in many sexual fantasies. He sees things that we ourselves have never seen. And this is exactly what Shelley says is the difference between reasoning and imagination. It is the state of mind that turns reality into fantasy, it is the transition from real to imagination.

I Can't Think of A Title, So This is my Title

A fresh new page

Boy do I have writers block

Words won't come to my head

Forty minutes passed

And still no words

Is this going to be finished on time?

What is the time?

Still nothing is on this page

I'm only thinking of inappropriate words

God do I hate this writers block.

Forty-five minutes have passed.

Where are the words that live in my head?

Are there any words in my head?

I really can't think of any at the time!

Fifty minutes have passed

I now have a dog that i drew on my page

I wish I could kill writers block

I am thinking I should make up words

Yes, I want to be that person that makes up words

That way I can use any word that comes to my head

But no, I can't and thats why I am suffering from writers block

Oh great, I'm running out of time

At least now I have some words down on this page

An hour has now passed.

Oh shit, really an hour has passed!

Come on, brain think of words!

I killed that stupid looking dog that I drew on this page.

Now that stupid dog I killed is in my head!

Get out you stupid dog, I don't have time!

God damn you, you writers block!

I seriously am going to kill writers block!

Seventy minutes have passed.

I wish I could stop time.

No, no better yet, I wish I could think of words.

I wish I could poke a hole in my head.

That way all the words can fly out and land on this page.

"Rip up this page", says my writers block.

Someone poke a hole in my head, eighty minutes has passed.

Today I freaking hate words and thats it I'm out of time.

My Personal Balado

My personal balado

is a place of my own

it's a home for my dreams

it's the grounds for my thoughts.

it's a refuge for my fears.

My personal balado

is my own creative world.

it's a place where I can run.

it's a place where I can rest.

it's place where I can stay forever.

My personal balado

is lead by me.

I am the dictator 

And I am people.

My personal balado

is my own personal space.

ONE

Dear Mother Teresa,
Your last letter has been a surprise to me. I have never in my life have been so embarrassed. I apologize if you see my actions as sinful; however please note that it is uncontrollable. I do not see stealing the delicious cereal as evil. If I can come clean about anything I would like to confide in you about a little secret of mine. I believe I have an addiction, an addiction to that scrumptious fruit-flavored cereal. It drives me crazy. I need it. I must have a bowl of those Trix for every meal. My diet has become very unbalanced these past years. All the other rabbits are ashamed of me. I am the only one who does not like crunchy carrots or stiff grass. I need help. I don’t know what to do. I am having trouble being accepted and accepting myself for who I am. Then I get a letter from you telling me that my actions are sinful. That stealing from little kids is wrong. And it is too a certain extent, but only if you could understood. I can’t live without it. I would never hurt the child. I just want the cereal, like I said before I need it. Please help me. Tell me what I should do. I need your assistance. Please do not look down upon me for this, I can’t control myself. I hope all is well and that we can arrange a time to get together. Have fun in Ethiopia this coming week.

Sincerely,
“The Trix Rabbit”