Blog # 20

Question # 10.) - Substitution (1)


original poem:                                (page 847 in Literature And It's Writers)
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody--Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise--you know!

How dreary--to be--Somebody
How public--like a frog--
To tell one's name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!


I'm Nike! Who are you?
I'm Nike! Who are you?
Are you -- Nike--Too?
Then we're a pair of shoes!
Don't tell! they'd advertise us on TV!

How dreary--to be--a Shoe
How Humiliating--like a bath being forced onto a cat--
to be on one's feet--the lifelong Dream--
to the sharp rocks we're forced on!

Blog# 19

                                   Green tea and Honey

I am Lee. I am Lee. Lee I be. Do you like honey and tea? I do not like it. Lee I be. I do not like honey and tea. Do you like it here or there? I would not like it here or there, I would not like it anywhere. I do not like honey and tea, I do not like it. Lee I be. You do not like honey and tea? I do not like it, Lee I be. Could you, would you, with a goat? I would not, could not, with a goat. I will not, on a boat. Not in the dark, not in a tree, not in a car, you let me be! Lee! If you will let me be I will try it. you will see. Gee! I like honey and tea, I do!! I like it, I must thank thee.

blog #18

I pull up to my driveway, and walk into my house,

As the sun sets behind the walnut trees.
I see eyes of two dogs
Lock onto me.
They came out of my room and to the back door
To welcome me home from class.
I step over their chew toys and into my room
Where they were sleeping all day, lazily.
Their tails wag intensely; they’re excited
I’m home earlier than usual.
They fight for my attention, they’re jealous.
There’s no scratch behind the ear like mine.
In the kitchen,
One grows hungry, and heads to her food bowl leaving the other dog behind.
I decided to play with the dog that stayed,
For she was persistent,
She won’t stop shadowing me.
She is golden and a little grey
Her coat’s silky smooth
I scratch behind her floppy ear
Roughly, as if she had an itch.
Suddenly I thought
That if she had rabies I would soon be sent
To the hospital.

Blog # 16

Can Poetry matter?

               Gioia’s essay sums up that poetry is thriving more than ever before, but only in a subculture.

It seems to me that our culture is used to this idea of instant gratification; Instead of spending ages scanning through textbooks trying to find answers to our everyday questions, we simply use a Google search. If we feel like watching a specific type of movie, we can be seated and watching it on Netflix in less than 5 minutes. A poem has to be dwelled upon to retrieve what lies within, which takes time. The length of poems can diminish the average Joe’s desire to read it. If we’re Google searching for something, we tend to read the answers that are short and sweet; to the point.

There could be an number of reasons why poetry is dying for popular culture, but I could name a few that I  thinkt to be contributors. Reading used to be a prized skill. Long ago it wasn’t uncommon that someone in America couldn’t read, but now days it is. Being able to recite a famous poem made you seem intelligent, in today’s time it’s still impressive but, to me, it’s not what it used to be. When Russia launched Sputnik, America was in shock. Our government then decided to increase the math and science credits required to graduate, in order to give our space program a boost. This could of got in the way of the importance of other subjects like English.

People may think poetry is dead amongst popular culture, but I disagree. It is, however, different from the poetry we think of. The poetry I think of, at least, has a certain structure. The modern stuff that I see day to day, that I consider being poetry, are in TV shows, movies, videogames, social media sites, music, and nursery rhymes. A very popular TV show, madmen, recited Frank O’Hara in an episode; but this is the “old structure” I’m referring to. As I watched my cousin play his videogames, I noticed every time he died, a quote would appear while it was loading. I see Facebook pages with quotes on them all the time. I consider these “short and sweet” words of intense emotion and intelligence to be a form of poetry. poems were recited at funeral and weddings in the movies we discussed in class, and they were words of intense emotion. I can see how some people consider the lyrics of Rap music to be a form of poetry too. With all this said, I argue that poetry is a huge part of our everyday lives, and it does matter. It’s still a way to express emotions and make things sound better than the everyday sentences we’re used to.

Blog # 15

    /       u     /      u  /  u
Good morning Vietnam.

   /   u      /      /     /  u
 I'll get you, my pretties.

 u   /       u       /
 E.T. Phone home.

   /        u   /    /    u      /
 He's lookin' at you, kid.

    u   /       /     u    /    u     /
 Huston, we have a problem.

    u      /       u    /    /     u
 You can't handle the truth.

    u    /    u   /   u     /    u   /   /
 Life Is like a box of chocolates.

 /    u     /      u       /  u   /      u    /     u     /
 I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

   /      u     /     /    u      /     u      /   /     u    u    /  u     u       /
 the first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club.

  /     /  u /     u   /       /       u
 A martini; shaken, not stirred.

    /           u        /
 Bond. James Bond.

   /      / u    /   /    u  /       /
 say hello to my little friend.

  /     u  /  u  /     /    u  / / u
 It's LeviOsa, not LevioSA.

    /     /     u  /
 This is Sparta

          The fall

 

The colorful leaves gliding through aromatic air

Like papers when the bell rings

Blog #13

Sonnet:

The girl ran as fast as she could

When she competed in the race
But then she slowed and stood
In front of the finish line; she changed her pace

The girl happened to be in first place

But she stopped and held out her hand
Until the others caught up; then stood face to face
The crowd smiled as they found out what was planned

They lined up side to side, held hands, and
At the same time, went through the finish line
The whole crowd thought it was grand
No one took first when they finished align

 This country of ours encourages competition

When really, working together should be our main mission

Blog # 12

How can my Professor be so mean
making me write this when the weather's so fine
it's still not as warm as in may
but I love fall, and I'd rather be outside; maybe go for a run
Shaun take's the lead!!
his competitor takes second!

I thought this blog would only take a second
well not EXACTLY a second, but you know what I mean
this is not where I thought my afternoon would be led
this assignment isn't one of the finest
especially since I'm down with a cold, my nose is runny
hello cold season, goodbye May

I'll be scared about future blogs, for the blogs that may
come next might also be impossible to do in a second
My darn professor, I now know how you run
you live for torturing us, you love to be mean
There should be a law for this, you should pay a fine!
A revolution should be led

this rough draft takes so long that I'm now out of lead
Even though I bought so many pencils in May
all I've got left  are regular pencils, but their point isn't fine
Now I'll have to go to the store a second
time, which makes 2 the average AKA the mean
of how many times to the store I've had to run

geez! How long will this sestina run?
This assignment makes me sleepy, my whole body feels like lead
making me repeat the same words line after line is plain mean
I like fall weather, but now I'm wishing it was may
so break would start; I could get second
wind, and then everything would be fine

ooohh, I guess I need repeat the same word again! fine!
If I had this attitude with my parents, I'd be on the run
'cause in the matter of seconds
they'd hit me with something hard, like lead
ouch! that hurts.. even if it may
correct my behavior, it's still mean

I guess it's all fine now, because this stanza has led
to the end of the sestina, no more tears will run now.. but be that as it may
I hope there isn't a second blog that I dislike because, as I've said many times, It's mean

         Ode to my Bed.

After the grind, day after day
I so desire just to lay
In my bed, with worries at bay
Wanting to sleep the night away

 My Stresses are gone out the door

Then my alarm sounds, the snooze war
starts;. I stuff you in my drawer
For I try to ignore your roar

 Its warmth doesn’t make me eager

To get out of bed, why would I leave? Burrr!
My room feels like a giant freezer
Let me cuddle my golden retriever

Blog # 10

Work Comparison

 

 

       The boss/manager in A&P is different than the boss in Bartleby. The boss in Bartleby seemed to more caring. Even though he fired Bartleby, he gave him extra pay, and also a recommendation. In A&P, The store manager didn't care too much about the girls dressed inappropriately or his worker; however, the manager said "don't do this, your family would be disappointed" or something along those lines. I think this makes you feel sorry for the workers/shoppers.

 

      Both of these stories' workers are unproductive at work. In A&P, he had nothing better to do than watch the girls every single move. In the other story, Bartleby refuses to do most of his job, and although the other workers do their job, they aren't very productive. I feel like this makes the reader want to feel a connection to these workers; we all get bored at work, and wish we didn't have to.

 

      Both Bartleby and the worker in A&P don't care about losing their jobs. in A&P, he was bored, and quit his job over a girl which he didn't even know If she would still be outside. In Bartleby, He just flat out refuses to work. Again, I feel like this makes us symphonize for the workers, and make us feel like we're in a similar situation with our own work.

A & P

There was one dominant woman in this story, the "queenie" the submissive women are her two followers. The Queenie had a hint of submission when she was told she couldn't dress the way she did in the store anymore. The women play a minor role in the story, and they hardly talk. the fact that the manager and two workers are all male can be seen as a stereotype that only the males can work, and have the higher up jobs. There's an imbalance of power between male and female characters. Another stereotype that can be taken from this short story is that women do all the shopping; the shoppers are all women in A & P. I also see that the manager and Sammy, both males, seem to be more dominant than the females. The story is drastically sexualizing; going on about the women's appearances seemed to be the bulk of the story.

The Story of an Hour - Facebook page

Good morning Facebook.

Spring is finally here.

the flowers are so bountiful



I wish my husband would give me flowers; he didn't even kiss me goodbye when he left for the train

Stuck inside for yet another beautiful day.

My heart feels weird.. I googled what could be wrong, and it said I had some weird disease where my heart explodes... yeah right!

I guess It's not such a beautiful day after all, I just heard that the train my husband on crashed. There were no survivors; what a cruel world.

Thanks to everyone for all the messages and support.

freedom!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20Ov0cDPZy8

A Good Man Is Hard to Find

The grandmother is one of the grotesque characters. The grandmother seems like a polite church-going woman at first, but she’s really just racist, self-centered, and believes her beliefs are superior to others. Evidence of her racism includes her use of the N word. She believes that whether or not a person is good is based on their native state, their parents, and their status, not from their actions. She said “In my time, children were more respectful of their native state and their parents and everything else.” The grandmother does not think before she acts and she takes pleasure in other people’s suffering. When the grandmother shrieked, she scrambled to her feet and stood staring. She said “You’re The Misfit! I recognized you at once.”  The misfit is also a grotesque character. He is looking for the truth, but has a damaged soul, and is insensitive towards others.

John Wesley said “Tennessee is just a hillbilly dumping ground” and “Georgia is a lousy state” which is adds to the southern negatives/weaknesses. There’s also the grandmothers racism, including her story about the watermelon involving a stereotype that a black boy would eat a watermelon that was left out and hat E.A.T. written on it.

           Factors leading this story to be classified in the Grotesque genre include the setting -Grotesque settings are often rural, and the grandmother was killed in the woods. Grotesques also have ironic situations but are realistic – I found one of the last quotes in the short story to be ironic. To me, the quote “she would of been a good woman, if” plays off the title “A good man is hard to find.”

The Lottery

      Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery" concerns itself with the concept that it can be acceptable to require the individual to sacrifice for the greater good. A quote I found for evidence that this theme is present in the short story is "lottery in June, corn be heavy soon."
      This theme is present in almost every book and story I find. Movies like "The Purge" and "The Hunger Games" portray this undoubtedly. but in other shows, it is more subtly put in scenes where someone must stay behind so that others can live. just a few of numerous examples: a person is hanging off an edge holding on for his/her life, and another person is grabbing on to that persons feet also hanging on for their life. 2 or more people running from zombies, and they can't outrun the zombies, so one person shoots another person to keep the zombies preoccupied allowing at least 1 person to live instead of no one.
      An example of this theme  in families/schools/neighborhoods would be if a family is struggling financially, a father or mother might work extra hours, sacrificing their time, to provide for their family. If a student isn't fully understanding the material, a teacher might stay afterschool, sacrificing their time they could be spending with family or some sort, to help the student. And finally, if a house is hosting a BBQ, and they run out of ketchup, a neighbor could hand over their own ketchup.
      the comparison between my examples for school/pop culture/families/neighborhood and the short story, is a person or a group of people must sacrifice something so that someone or a group of other people can benefit from it. the difference is that doing a good deed such as giving a neighbor ketchup, doesn't overly burden the person/people sacrificing; the neighbor can also do a good deed back in return, making things fair. where as in the short story, sacrificing your life is a detrimental to that person and his/her family/friends; and it's nothing that can be repaid.

Pictures of me

 

 

 

My best friend

 

Boy

            This is how you mow a lawn; this is how you make the lawn look nice; this is how to weed the beds; this is how you clean your mess; this is how you wash your own dishes, this is how you cook and clean the bathrooms, no matter how much you think it’s only a woman’s responsibility; this is how to fix a squeaky door; this is how to pull up your pants and not show the world your wonderful underwear; this is how you help an elderly person cross the street on a busy road in the big city; but I never have my pants sagging, my pants aren’t even baggy;  this is how you respect your elders; this is how you act at the dinner table; this is how to set the table; this is how to go to church; this is how to be kind; this is how you treat a lady, even though you think otherwise; this is how you fall in love with a lady ;this is how you give a courtesy wave to drivers who stop to let you cross; this is how you get good grades; but what if my teacher writes down my grade wrong? Are you really expecting me to believe that excuse?

1. My greatest asset is: hard to choose just one, but I'd go with virtuous.
2. The nicest thing I ever did for anyone: when I was growing a garden last year, I gave a nod and said good morning; there was no response on her part. Although deterred from saying it again only to be ignored, I was still persistent in saying it every time I saw her. I later found out from another neighbor that she was deaf. I started to learn American sign language online. the next time I saw her, I said "good morning, would you like some tomatoes I grew in my garden." which resulted in her giving me the biggest smile.
3. The nicest thing anyone ever did for me: When I moved to Boise Idaho, I was a prime target for obnoxious kids. I was thrown in dumpsters, my chair was pulled away when I tried to sit down, I would get on a different bus because people waited for me to get off of my assigned bus stop, people would fill their mouth with water from a drinking fountain on the second floor, and spit down on me when walking through the first floor, I would sneak off of middle school campus to avoid conflicts, etc. It was difficult holding back my temper and urge to beat someone senseless. I informed the school staff, and they helped, but only when they were around and observant. one day, a student who was also new, didn't care to ignore their stupidity, and got into a fight with a kid who bullied others, and after his three day suspension we started talking and became best of buds; The kids still verbally abused him and I on occasions, but for the most part we had no more problems. It wasn't really the nicest thing that someone has done for me, and he wasn't doing it entirely for me, but it's a significant event for me.
4. One thing I've always wondered about: who eat my half eaten slice of pizza at my own birthday party. I left for 5 minutes, and it was no where to be found.
5. My teachers last year will tell you that I am: their worst nightmare.
6. My friends will tell you that I: don't care to talk much, but that doesn't mean I'm shy or trying being rude.
7. One thing most people don't know about me is : hmm.. I can solve a Rubik's cube, and I was mauled by a tiger at the age of 10.
8. Five years from now, I will: Be teaching mathematics in secondary education
9. When I want to, I have the ability to: fly
10. A person I admire is: My English 150 professor   Because: She has to deal with my odd bunch of fellow classmates for a whole semester
11. The bravest thing I ever did was: decide it's time to come out of my mothers womb; It was so bright, big, and scary in the real world.
12. I have trouble dealing with: Unkindness.
13. I am proud of my: self
14. I really need to: Finish this assignment, it's getting late.
15. My favorite class is: English 150    because: saying so might yield me brownie points with the professor.
16. My friends make me laugh when they: do pretty much anything.
17. My pet peeve is:  I don't own a pet named Peeve. who names their pet Peeve?
18. The most stressful thing in my life is: