The Guitarist Tunes Up (Shall this be Poetry Response 5?)

Honestly, I didn't really like this poem. It's a sweet ode to guitar playing.  He loves music and loves playing his guitar.  I can relate to it too, via tennis.  I play tennis and am very attached to my raquet.  I was just bored by it.  He compared his love to loving a woman.  Very typical.  I did like the line "with what attentive courtesy he bent over his instrument."  That line was very emotional and seemed real.  I could picture some one awing over their instrument.  But once he compared it to a woman, my interest was lost to tell the truth.

Howl

Today, a blog was read on an excerpt from Howl, and I found the piece incredibly interesting.  I started to read more of the whole thing, but it was quite long, so I'll just talk about the excerpt.
First off, I loved the structure of the poem.  It had very little punctuation and was more off a long stream of consciencness.  It was a cautic account of what seemed to be bad memories of repression.  This structure really fit the topic of the poem.  It had a few lines of what seemed to be the speaker in an insane asylum.  There were lines about people being dragged off and of suicides and repression.  I just thought it was very cool how the speaker seemed to be in a cautic environment and that feeling came across from his specific diction and grammar.
I also liked how every two lines was a different story of sorts.  This probably goes into the cautic feeling, but I wanted to point it out more specifically.  He is very fast in his writing.  He gives a short, but very emotional and vivid descriptions.  This is just impressive.  He gets his ideas across so quickly and vividly.

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