Poetry and Persepolis......HMMMMM

Today, everyone in class was discussing about the poetry in our reading packet. Poetry is good and, if given time, can be enjoyed by many people.

What I felt:
I thought the poems were nice. I think I liked some excerpts, some lines from some poems:

"Introduction to Poetry" by Billy Collins
           "...tie the poem to a chair with rope
            and torture a confession out of it.

            They begin beating it with a hose
            to find out what it really means."

"Ars Poetica" by Archibald MacLeish
           "A poem should not mean
            But be"

I thought these were pretty real. It's something I think everyone is guilty of doing: teachers and students. People try so, so, sooooooooo very hard to analyze the meaning, the message hidden in between each line. Of course, a poem can be interpreted differently by different people. I just don't know why there needs to be ONE ANSWER to every single poem. Like this:
          "The rain falls from the sky
            the once infinite blue, serene and still,
            now filled with gray and puffs.

            The rain falls toward ground
             trees, people, cars, animal.

             On a journey full of mysteries."

I bet if I ask several people, each person might have different explanations or none at all. But you know what is the right answer? I'll tell you. I DON'T KNOW. Why? Why don't I know the answer to my own poem? It's simple, I just made that up right now. Anyways I made it without any purpose, unless you count making it to prove to you that there is no need for a message.

Words = freedom. Words = liberty. Words = making you happy.

For Marjane, her ability to speak openly about herself--to express herself-- is taken away by her new government. Where is the nonsense going to stop? There is no freedom in her new government. Just rules and regulations.

*BOING, HAPPY HEERRREEE TO JUST MAKE YA HAPPY