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Figurative Comparisons
Poetic Devices in Prose
Imagery
• Images make writing more lively. • We can use images to describe directly.• We can also import images through figurative
comparisons. • The word sunflower can make sunflowers appear as readily as clip art.
Sensory Details
Images are sensory details, things we perceive through the senses.
Simile
Simile in an Essay
My grandmother’s house is like a chambered nautilus; it has many rooms . . . Judith Ortiz Cofer “More Room”
Colorful Simile
My grandmother’s house . . . rested on its perch like a great blue bird, not a flying sort of bird, more of a nesting hen but with spread wings. Judith Ortiz Cofer “More Room”
Another SimileThe more you write the easier it gets, and when you have a True True Friend to write to, a compadre, a soul sibling, then it’s like driving a car down a country road, you just get behind the key board and press on the gas. Garrison Keillor “How to Write a Letter”
Similes in a Poem
When She Was HereWhen She Was Here
When she was here, Li Bo, she was like a cold summer lager,When she was here, Li Bo, she was like a cold summer lager,Like hot pastrami at Katz’s on Houston Street,Like hot pastrami at Katz’s on Houston Street,Like a bright nickname on my downtown express,Like a bright nickname on my downtown express,Like every custardy honey from the old art books:Like every custardy honey from the old art books:She was quadraphonic MahlerShe was quadraphonic MahlerAnd the perfect little gymnast.And the perfect little gymnast.
Now she’s gone, it’s like a flat Coke on Sunday morning,Now she’s gone, it’s like a flat Coke on Sunday morning,Like a melted Velveeta on white, eatenLike a melted Velveeta on white, eatenListening to Bobby Vinton—Listening to Bobby Vinton—Like the Philadelphia Eagles. Peter Williams Like the Philadelphia Eagles. Peter Williams
How many parts?
• Two stanzas.
• A big one and a small one.
• A stanza in a poem is like a paragraph in an
essay.
Similes in Red When She Was Here
When she was here, Li Bo, she was like a cold summer lager,Like hot pastrami at Katz’s on Houston Street,Like a bright nickname on my downtown express,Like every custardy honey from the old art books:She was quadraphonic MahlerAnd the perfect little gymnast.
Now she’s gone, it’s like a flat Coke on Sunday morning,Like a melted Velveeta on white, eatenListening to Bobby Vinton—Like the Philadelphia Eagles. Peter Williams
Supermarket of the Imagination
Shopping for images
Make a Table O O O
Superior Things Sorry Things
Something Good to Drink
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Something Not so Good to Drink
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Mediocre Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Something Good to Eat
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Something not so Tasty
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Half a bag of stale potato chips
Fantastic Music
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Soory Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Half a bag of stale potato chips
Simon and Garfunkel singing “Sound of Silence” in concert at Central Park
Sorry Music
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Half a bag of stale potato chips
Simon and Garfunkel singing “Sound of Silence” in concert at Central Park
Rap music from the neighbors at three o’clock in the morning
Fine Ride
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Half a bag of stale potato chips
Listening to Simon and Garfunkel singing “Sound of Silence” in concert at Central Park
Rap music from the neighbors at three o’clock in the morning
A shiny black 1952 Cadillac parked in front of your house for all the world to see
Sorry Ride
Shopping for ImagesSuperior Things Sorry Things
A tall glass of pink lemonade with plenty of ice on a hot July afternoon
Cold coffee
Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings
Half a bag of stale potato chips
Listening to Simon and Garfunkel singing “Sound of Silence” in concert at Central Park
Rap music from the neighbors at three o’clock in the morning
A shiny black 1952 Cadillac parked in front of your house for all the world to see
An old rusted Volkswagen
think of another think of a contrast
think of another think of a contrast
More Categories Superior Things Catagories Sorry Things
WeatherWinning $4000 jackpot at Speaking Rock Money Finding three pennies in washing machine
Clothes
Movies
Books
Vacations
Sports
Art
TV shows
Flowers
Stores
Your choice
Set up the Two Stanzas
When she was here, it
was LIKE all of these
superior things.
Like X 6
Now that she’s gone, it is
LIKE all of these sorry
things.
Like X 6
My Own PoemWhen she was here, it was Like a tall glass of pink lemonade with ice on a hot July afternoon,Like Thanksgiving turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes, and all the trimmings,Like Simon and Garfunkel singing “Sound of Silence” in Central Park,Like a shiny black 1952 Cadillac parked in front of your house for all the world to see.Like winning a $4000 jackpot at Speaking RockLike the Arizona Diamondbacks winning the World’s Series in the bottom of the ninth.
Now that she’s gone, it’s Like cold coffee,Like half a bag of stale potato chips,Like rap music at three o’clock in the morning,Like a rusted VW beetle,Like finding three pennies in the washing machine,Like watching golf. James Gonzales
Write Your OwnWord process your poem.
When she was here, it was Like Like Like Like LikeLikeNow that she’s gone, it’s Like Like LikeLike LikeLike
Poetic License
• Use categories you want in whatever order you like.• Switch the order of the stanzas if you want.• Apply to whatever subjects you wish– When I lived in Los Angeles, it was . . . Now that I live in El
Paso it is . . .– When Grandpa was still with us, it was . . . Now that he is
gone, it is . . .– When I was in high school . . . Now that I’m in college– When he was here, it was like all these sorry things . . .
Now that he is gone, it is like all these superior things.