Slam+Poetry

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__"The The Impotence of Proofreading"__ "The The Impotence of Proofreading" is a poem about how proofreading your work is important because even common mistakes can change the meaning of what you are trying to say. I chose this poem because I thought the title was humorous and didn't seem to make sense. I was curious to know more about the poem itself. Upon listening to it, I found it truly did have a humorous mood to it. The connections Taylor Mali made when he wrote this poem are very present. He talks about how he was once a really bad speller and since he was a teacher, he has experience with students misspelling words. He says things like "I myself was such a bed spiller once upon a term." The theme I got out of the poem is that not everyone has perfect spelling. He also conveys that even when you try hard not to make mistakes, you still will and it's ok. By far, the most used poetic device in this poem is malapropism. Form things like "And I figured I was on Sleazy Street," to "Your spell Chekhov might replace a word with one you had no detention of using." This is here to show the authors point that proofreading is really important and to add humor to it. Mali also uses hyperbole in his poem too. "And all because you are the word's liverwurst spoiler...It was the most humidifying experience of my life." These are both hyperboles and shows just how embarrasing it is to spell something wrong. Allusion is also used when he mentions Harvard, Yale and Princeton (Harvard, Jail, and Prison) which are all very high end universities. It shows how badly he wanted a good education. The repitition in Taylor's poem really brings out his points and feelings about the subject. He says "Mrs. Myth, said I would never get into a good colleague. And that's all I wanted, just to get into a good colleague. Not just anal community colleague, because I wouldn't be happy at anal community colleague." The phrase "You're the one with your hand on the mouth going clit, clit, clit," uses onomatopoeia though the word used for the sound may not be the right word. All of these things are put together for a very strong themed and humorous poem that grabs the audience's attention.

__Text__ Has this ever happened to you? You work very horde on a paper for English clash And then get a very glow raid (like a D or even a D=) and all because you are the word's liverwurst spoiler. Proofreading your peppers is a matter of the the utmost impotence. This is a problem that affects manly, manly students. I myself was such a bed spiller once upon a term that my English teacher in my sophomoric year, Mrs. Myth, said I would never get into a good colleague. And that's all I wanted, just to get into a good colleague. Not just anal community colleague, because I wouldn't be happy at anal community colleague. I needed a place that would offer me intellectual simulation, I really need to be challenged, challenged menstrually. I know this makes me sound like a stereo, but I really wanted to go to an ivory legal colleague. So I needed to improvement or gone would be my dream of going to Harvard, Jail, or Prison (in Prison, New Jersey). So I got myself a spell checker and figured I was on Sleazy Street. But there are several missed aches that a spell chukker can't can't catch catch. For instant, if you accidentally leave a word your spell exchequer won't put it in you. And God for billing purposes only you should have serial problems with Tori Spelling your spell Chekhov might replace a word with one you had absolutely no detention of using. Because what do you want it to douch? It only does what you tell it to douche. You're the one with your hand on the mouth going clit, clit, clit. It just goes to show you how embargo one careless clit of the mouth can be. Which reminds me of this one time during my Junior Mint. The teacher read my entire paper on A Sale of Two Titties out loud to all of my assmates. I'm not joking, I'm totally cereal. It was the most humidifying experience of my life, being laughed at pubically. So do yourself a flavor and follow these two Pisces of advice: One: There is no prostitute for careful editing. And three: When it comes to proofreading, the red penis your friend.