So, I've been stuck on this single image from a poem entitled "Writer's Block." I'm supposed to write a 5 page essay on the image that my Humanities professor gave me. I understand the basic concept of image's meaning, but breaking that down a lot further isn't something that I can really do right now. I'm not asking for a whole essay outline, just some ideas on what you think it means.
The image is: The Spanish bird sings!
Poem:
Any help at all would be really appreciated.
The image is: The Spanish bird sings!
Poem:
the typewriter sits silent, its as if you've
been betrayed, its as if a murder has
occurred.
yet words still run through your brain:
"the spanish bird sings!"
what can
that mean?
at least its a ripple, even if unusable.
when will the keys
beat into the
paper
again?
its so easy to die long before the
fact of it.
I look at the machine resting under its black
cover; an unpaid gas bill sleeps on top of
it.
there is a small refrigerator in the
room, it makes the only audible sound
here.
I open it and look inside:
its empty.
I sit back down in the chair and wait; then I
decide to fool the
typewriter.
I write this
now
with a ballpoint
pen
in a red
notebook;
I am sneaking up on a poem;
there will soon be something for that
frigging
typewriter
to do!
there is a French expression, "without
literature
life is hell."
The glory and power of that!
now let the Spanish bird sing!
been betrayed, its as if a murder has
occurred.
yet words still run through your brain:
"the spanish bird sings!"
what can
that mean?
at least its a ripple, even if unusable.
when will the keys
beat into the
paper
again?
its so easy to die long before the
fact of it.
I look at the machine resting under its black
cover; an unpaid gas bill sleeps on top of
it.
there is a small refrigerator in the
room, it makes the only audible sound
here.
I open it and look inside:
its empty.
I sit back down in the chair and wait; then I
decide to fool the
typewriter.
I write this
now
with a ballpoint
pen
in a red
notebook;
I am sneaking up on a poem;
there will soon be something for that
frigging
typewriter
to do!
there is a French expression, "without
literature
life is hell."
The glory and power of that!
now let the Spanish bird sing!
Any help at all would be really appreciated.