Ain't Nothin More Important than the Mula -Big Sean

In my English Literature class we discussed a poem that goes by the name "The Garden of Love." This William Blake written poem discusses the idea of what freedom really constitutes as. In the poem a young boy reminisces about a beautiful field he once played in that is now controlled by a religious group who built a Cathedral and a graveyard and now the boy feels as if he has had something taken away from them. In that class discussion I commented on what freedom means to different people and how some people can help people feel free through other ways they may be overlooking. This is something I already had written but I wanted to share it somewhere it is not confined to the people in my class. It is an issue that always comes to mind. 

I'm not trying to be sacrilegious in any way. I respect all religions and whatever a person may want to believe in. That being said, the only thing that lives truly free on Earth anymore are plants and wild animals both to a certain degree. Humans live under other humans that have obtained more power. Many animals live under the rule of humans but their several species that live amongst themselves and no other inhabitable humans. Plants do nothing more than grow freely wherever they are and even if they are in a garden or in a pot inside somewhere they are still free and live under less confinement than most other living things in this world. This takes me back to the poem and how Blake uses plants as a symbol for freedom. The flowers in the garden and the other plant life grew freely in an open field without being planted by man or having in sort of influence. Later on in life a cohort of religious locals decide that they are going to build in that location thus, ceasing all plant life.The moment they began digging up the field in preparation for the Chapel is the same moment they stole the plants freedom. On top of that, they didn't even plant more but rather "planted" beings that were already dead. This coincides with the children who had fond memories of running around in a beautiful field but now no longer have that option. The only option they now have in that location is to sit at a pew and sing to a God they have never seen before. This is the part where I fear I cross lines with sacrilege. This story can be connected with modern times and religion. One defined thing that cannot be denied is that if people come across controversy in their life whether it be a natural disaster or something along those lines is that money can help their cause so they can rebuild. Many religions are known to pray for the unfortunate people that have come across such horrors. There is nothing wrong with that in any way and it is nice to have good thoughts put out for those people but the issue is with where they pray. Religious people have shown that they are willing to spend an abundance of money on their buildings that they worship in. Some of them have technology greater than public schools have. This money ought to go to a cause greater than that such as helping the less fortunate. It confuses me that such grand temples are made in the names of deities that are supposed to be against materialism. Worship in an all gold Cathedral should not be held higher than worship in a cardboard box.

Poetry

As an English Education major you would think I would be better at dissecting poetry than I really am. My only explanation for this is my lack of interest in it. I understand that I will come across in almost every class I take from now until I graduate which I have already accepted. Every poem I read I attempt to force myself into enjoying it but for some reason end up disliking it even more. There are the rare poems that I thoroughly enjoy but they are not often enough. The least the author could have done was follow a rhyme scheme. The poems that lack this make for a much more difficult read for me. Why not just write it as a short story instead writing in stanzas and titling it as poetry. Poetry that does not rhyme is the abstract art of literature to me. Anyone can splash paint on a canvas and call it art. I don't have room to criticize because I've never successfully done either but I hope one day that I will find joy in reading poetry.