Week 4- Magic in the small things.

For class on Monday we explored many poems and had some great conversations. There was an overall appreciation for Charles Simic poems. Each of us interpreted his poetry differently and some of his poems stood out to us more than others. The poems that really stood out were "the guardian angel poem", "My Secret Identity Is", and "I Played in the Smallest Theaters". They each received different interpretations from classmates which I actually thinks crates the magic in poetry. In the Guardian Angel poem some people in our class interpreted it as a tragedy of young children dying or humorous that someone who was supposed to be watching over you had fears. There could be two different stories being told there and no one can really determine who is right/wrong.

I want to focus though on the poem "I Played in the Smallest Theaters". Such a short poem could mean so much. I usually compare poems or at least the concept of it to a movie and this time will be no different. I think this poem is very similar to the movie A Bug's Life. It is undeniable that the world is an extremely large vessel and it is easy to get distracted or to miss something with so much going on. In the grand scheme a crumb on a window sill means nothing to the large world. When you narrow the surrounding area, which describes the smallest theaters, then he gains more value. Also when you are by yourself you can now focus in on more of your surroundings which would allow the small things like a crumb stick out. In the movie a small ant is the main character and it shows the world throw his eyes. Things humans took advantage of like dropping a penny had a large effect on the small ant which is magical. Depending on who you are the same story can now be told in many different ways.