Briana Tetlow's
Writing Portfolio
I've Got So Much I Cannot Handle
Explication
One thing that I have always done to help me get into writing a piece is write whatever I have in my head at the time. When writing this piece, I had the Walrus and the Carpenter song from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland stuck in my head, as well as Kings of Leon’s Pony Up. The beginning is me working through the Alice song and getting into the Kings song, helping me to the memory that became the rest of this poem. The memory is something that I haven’t been able to truly express with other people, and something that I think of often when I think back to being in high school, so it’s fitting that it would become a piece of writing. I kept the lines short and choppy after I typed it up because that’s how I wrote it in my notebook, but I think I wrote the lines to be this way as well. There are definite lines that I separated from the bulk of the poem for effect, like the last line in stanza four, or the last line in stanza six. I interject with song lyrics again close to the end of the piece to bring it back to how the piece started. And since the piece was a ten minute free write, where I couldn’t stop writing for the full time and so it’s more of stream of consciousness than a planned attempt, the end is very much my own frustration trying to remember the last line of the piece. I do think it works very well though, and I’m happy with how it turned out! Overall, I like using song lyrics to help me drive this piece, and with the added pressure of the time constraint, this could be a great way to motivate (or force) students who have trouble starting a piece.
Portfolio Piece 1
I've Got so Much I Cannot Handle
The time had come my oyster friends, to talk of other things. Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings. Callue, Callay, no work today, for cabbages and kings!
In a rain of bullets and blood and snow
I saw the midnight come and I watched her go.
I watched her go.
Down the drive, to her car, and slam the door.
What was war good for?
Especially one in the backyard.
I remember the day I sang that song to you,
Snuggled up in my house with weather that couldn’t
Make up its mind.
I was wearing the heart monitor, trying to find
Concealed, unnatural movements in my chest
But even kissing you couldn’t make me flutter.
Only kissing him could.
But I learned the ways
Having you first taught me everything (well,
Everything I wanted to know) I needed to know
So I could kiss him like he should be kissed.
I have never regretted you. And I will never, ever
Regret him.
“And we’re all just pissin’ around, I’m cutting loose
In this fucking town, I ain’t comin’ back, I got
My ticket, on to the next one. I got no money
But I want you so, I got no money but I want you so,
I won’t and I won’t and I won’t and I won’t let it go.”
That song always knew how to get me.
Despite my close yet unclose relation to the lyrics
It felt good to curse in a song, it felt good to hear
It sing instead of sting.
But maybe it was that lyric that I can’t
Fucking remember right now that was so
Important to me. Oh yes, “I’ve got so much I
Cannot handle.”