Little League Haiku
7.) What literary device is used in the following quote, and how does it affect the story? "I was in love with the air, the smell of the grass, the warm light in the cottonwood trees at the edge of the field."
In this quote, Scott Carrier uses the literary device imagery. Using imagery paints a picture in the reader's head and really draws the reader into what it is they are reading. This imagery had a great impact on the story in which he was telling because not only does it lay out the setting, but the words make the reader feel like they are in the story with the author. When using imagery in this quote, Carrier put more emphasis on the story and got the reader truly involved with the book. When an author puts imagery into his story, it changes the story to something interesting and it gives it a sense of importance.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Running After Antelope- The Test
1. What is the test and what does it symbolize?
2. What is the significance of the author telling about his different interviews?
3. Explain the simile, "A person's soul should be like an ocean, but a schizophrenic's soul is like a pool of rain in a parking lot." (41)
4. Why did the author get so emotional with the man he interviewed with the crystal? (41-42)
5. What is the significance of the slice of pizza lying upside down on the carpet? Why does the author refer to it a second time? (42-43)
6. Compare/ Contrast these two people interviewed: the man with the crystal and the woman with pizza on her carpet.
7. Why does the author start to doubt himself half way through his interviews? (41)
8. Analyze and explain why the author took the test himself.
9. Explain why he analyzed himself three different times with each time having a longer period of time since his wife left him.
10. What is the significance of the last line of the chapter? What does it tell you about the authors' mental state at that time?
2. What is the significance of the author telling about his different interviews?
3. Explain the simile, "A person's soul should be like an ocean, but a schizophrenic's soul is like a pool of rain in a parking lot." (41)
4. Why did the author get so emotional with the man he interviewed with the crystal? (41-42)
5. What is the significance of the slice of pizza lying upside down on the carpet? Why does the author refer to it a second time? (42-43)
6. Compare/ Contrast these two people interviewed: the man with the crystal and the woman with pizza on her carpet.
7. Why does the author start to doubt himself half way through his interviews? (41)
8. Analyze and explain why the author took the test himself.
9. Explain why he analyzed himself three different times with each time having a longer period of time since his wife left him.
10. What is the significance of the last line of the chapter? What does it tell you about the authors' mental state at that time?
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Creative/Literary Nonfiction
I am going to add the Creative/Literary Nonfiction Hang 'Em High by Phillip Gerard to my Anthology.
"It was back in the days when every little boy in America owned a toy six-gun and our national character was formed in half-hour TV episodes."
I find this example of creative/literary nonfiction meaningful because the children of today's society are polar opposite to the children of the baby boomer generation. The children of today's society are so dependent on technology and the children of the baby boomer generation had only television and not much to choose from. They had to use their imagination more often and played outside. This exemplifies the slow downfall of society. Children do not play the way they used to. They have become co-dependent of technology to entertain them and have slowly drifted away from their imagination and virtually their own independence.
"It was back in the days when every little boy in America owned a toy six-gun and our national character was formed in half-hour TV episodes."
I find this example of creative/literary nonfiction meaningful because the children of today's society are polar opposite to the children of the baby boomer generation. The children of today's society are so dependent on technology and the children of the baby boomer generation had only television and not much to choose from. They had to use their imagination more often and played outside. This exemplifies the slow downfall of society. Children do not play the way they used to. They have become co-dependent of technology to entertain them and have slowly drifted away from their imagination and virtually their own independence.
Friday, March 9, 2012
The Full Moon
When i look at this full moon, I loose myself. The bright aura surrounding the King of the night, draws my attention to the dark shadows of it's craters. The shadows jump of the moon forming the face of a man in pain. A man troubled with sorrow like a widower who never got to say goodbye. Destined to forever watch the lovers of the earth. As i gaze at the lonely soul of the night the realization of my biggest
fear sets in. I'm scared to die alone.
fear sets in. I'm scared to die alone.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
A Winter Walk
I woke up in a haste. I opened my eyes and observed my surroundings. Snow covered trees glared down on me and they stretched as far as the eye could see. I had no idea where I was or what had happened to me. All I knew was I felt odd and extremely cold. As I rose to my feet and tried to gain my balance, I stumbled to the nearest tree for support. I felt like a baby learning to walk for the first time. While leaning on the tree I saw an old man walking the same path I suddenly remember walking on myself. I waved to get his attention and tried to speak, but nothing came out. He walked right by me as if I was air. At that moment the realization of my surroundings filled me. The old man was headed toward the same fate as my I. I was traveling back to the village, just past the forest. I was growing weary and suddenly, I came upon a lit cottage with smoke barreling from the chimney and I felt drawn to it. I knocked and a beautiful women answered the door and offered me shelter for the night. She filled me with food and spirits until the late hours of the night. In my drunken state the woman told me she possessed the kiss of death and her kiss maintained her beauty. She told me I would receive her kiss for the kindness she bestowed upon me. She leaned in and with the touch of her lips I felt pain' as if I could feel my pain separating from my body. Then, I woke up in this frozen place to forever watch other men march to their deaths.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Song Lyrics
Radiohead- Nude
Don't get any big ideas,
they're not gonna happen.
You paint yourself white,
and fill up with noise,
they'll be something missing.
Now that you found it,
it's gone.
Now that you feel it,
you don't.
You've gone off the rails.
So don't get any big ideas,
they're not gonna happen.
You'll go to hell
for what you dirty mind is thinking.
I chose this song because it is my favorite song of all time. I also chose this song because to me, it could be a poem. It doesn't have rhyme or any repetitiveness but it does have synaesthesia in the line "you paint yourself white and fill up with noise."
Don't get any big ideas,
they're not gonna happen.
You paint yourself white,
and fill up with noise,
they'll be something missing.
Now that you found it,
it's gone.
Now that you feel it,
you don't.
You've gone off the rails.
So don't get any big ideas,
they're not gonna happen.
You'll go to hell
for what you dirty mind is thinking.
I chose this song because it is my favorite song of all time. I also chose this song because to me, it could be a poem. It doesn't have rhyme or any repetitiveness but it does have synaesthesia in the line "you paint yourself white and fill up with noise."
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Poem for Anthology #1
I will be using the poem The White Rose by John Boyle O'Reilly because I like that it is a short simple love poem that packs a big punch behind it. This poem is only two stanzas, but it has plenty of meaning and I plan on using it in my Anthology.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Rhinoceros Blog
My dream metaphor:
Marriage is a fairy tale that never ends.
I was a rhinoceros when I was in high school. I was always the different one. Always on the outside. I never fit in and i never fell into trends. I am a vivid individual and i like that i am not normal because normal is boring.
7.) Find the passages in the poem that refer to “nature” or what is “natural.” What is Ionesco implying about Nature and/or Human Nature?
He refers to nature three separable times in the book. On pages 25, 67 and 74. He refers to natural four times on pages 19, 78, 84, and 103. I believe Ionesco is implying that human nature is becoming savage. People are beginning to become so self centered that they'll do anything to make sure they are in the lime light. That are society's version of natural and the real version are two different naturals. What this society calls normal or natural is not natural, it is becoming artificial or even immoral. It has been happening for some time all over the world and will not cease.
Marriage is a fairy tale that never ends.
I was a rhinoceros when I was in high school. I was always the different one. Always on the outside. I never fit in and i never fell into trends. I am a vivid individual and i like that i am not normal because normal is boring.
7.) Find the passages in the poem that refer to “nature” or what is “natural.” What is Ionesco implying about Nature and/or Human Nature?
He refers to nature three separable times in the book. On pages 25, 67 and 74. He refers to natural four times on pages 19, 78, 84, and 103. I believe Ionesco is implying that human nature is becoming savage. People are beginning to become so self centered that they'll do anything to make sure they are in the lime light. That are society's version of natural and the real version are two different naturals. What this society calls normal or natural is not natural, it is becoming artificial or even immoral. It has been happening for some time all over the world and will not cease.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Transformation Question Response
10. Euphemism is rampant throughout “The Little Peasant.” Why is it an important device to this poem?
Anne Sexton uses euphemism in this poem to create a sense of ambiguity. The peasant did not really know what the bird was saying, but was using his knowledge to inform the miller of his wife's actions. She was giving a detail that could have multiple meanings.
Anne Sexton uses euphemism in this poem to create a sense of ambiguity. The peasant did not really know what the bird was saying, but was using his knowledge to inform the miller of his wife's actions. She was giving a detail that could have multiple meanings.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
RUMPELSTILTSKIN Grimm/Sexton
RUMPELSTILTSKIN
By the side of a wood, in a country a long way off, ran a fine stream of water; and upon the stream there stood a mill. The miller's house was close by, and the miller, you must know, had a very beautiful daughter. She was, moreover, very shrewd and clever; and the miller was so proud of her, that he one day told the king of the land, who used to come and hunt in the wood, that his daughter could spin gold out of straw. Now this king was very fond of money; and when he heard the miller's boast his greediness was raised, and he sent for the girl to be brought before him. Then he led her to a chamber in his palace where there was a great heap of straw, and gave her a spinning-wheel, and said, 'All this must be spun into gold before morning, as you love your life.' It was in vain that the poor maiden said that it was only a silly boast of her father, for that she could do no such thing as spin straw into gold: the chamber door was locked, and she was left alone.
She sat down in one corner of the room, and began to bewail her hard fate; when on a sudden the door opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in, and said, 'Good morrow to you, my good lass; what are you weeping for?' 'Alas!' said she, 'I must spin this straw into gold, and I know not how.' 'What will you give me,' said the hobgoblin, 'to do it for you?' 'My necklace,' replied the maiden. He took her at her word, and sat himself down to the wheel, and whistled and sang:
'Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!'
And round about the wheel went merrily; the work was quickly done, and the straw was all spun into gold.
When the king came and saw this, he was greatly astonished and pleased; but his heart grew still more greedy of gain, and he shut up the poor miller's daughter again with a fresh task. Then she knew not what to do, and sat down once more to weep; but the dwarf soon opened the door, and said, 'What will you give me to do your task?' 'The ring on my finger,' said she. So her little friend took the ring, and began to work at the wheel again, and whistled and sang:
'Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!'
till, long before morning, all was done again.
The king was greatly delighted to see all this glittering treasure; but still he had not enough: so he took the miller's daughter to a yet larger heap, and said, 'All this must be spun tonight; and if it is, you shall be my queen.' As soon as she was alone that dwarf came in, and said, 'What will you give me to spin gold for you this third time?' 'I have nothing left,' said she. 'Then say you will give me,' said the little man, 'the first little child that you may have when you are queen.' 'That may never be,' thought the miller's daughter: and as she knew no other way to get her task done, she said she would do what he asked. Round went the wheel again to the old song, and the manikin once more spun the heap into gold. The king came in the morning, and, finding all he wanted, was forced to keep his word; so he married the miller's daughter, and she really became queen.
At the birth of her first little child she was very glad, and forgot the dwarf, and what she had said. But one day he came into her room, where she was sitting playing with her baby, and put her in mind of it. Then she grieved sorely at her misfortune, and said she would give him all the wealth of the kingdom if he would let her off, but in vain; till at last her tears softened him, and he said, 'I will give you three days' grace, and if during that time you tell me my name, you shall keep your child.'
Now the queen lay awake all night, thinking of all the odd names that she had ever heard; and she sent messengers all over the land to find out new ones. The next day the little man came, and she began with TIMOTHY, ICHABOD, BENJAMIN, JEREMIAH, and all the names she could remember; but to all and each of them he said, 'Madam, that is not my name.'
The second day she began with all the comical names she could hear of, BANDY-LEGS, HUNCHBACK, CROOK-SHANKS, and so on; but the little gentleman still said to every one of them, 'Madam, that is not my name.'
The third day one of the messengers came back, and said, 'I have travelled two days without hearing of any other names; but yesterday, as I was climbing a high hill, among the trees of the forest where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, I saw a little hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg, and singing:
'"Merrily the feast I'll make.
Today I'll brew, tomorrow bake;
Merrily I'll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring.
Little does my lady dream
Rumpelstiltskin is my name!"'
When the queen heard this she jumped for joy, and as soon as her little friend came she sat down upon her throne, and called all her court round to enjoy the fun; and the nurse stood by her side with the baby in her arms, as if it was quite ready to be given up. Then the little man began to chuckle at the thought of having the poor child, to take home with him to his hut in the woods; and he cried out, 'Now, lady, what is my name?' 'Is it JOHN?' asked she. 'No, madam!' 'Is it TOM?' 'No, madam!' 'Is it JEMMY?' 'It is not.' 'Can your name be RUMPELSTILTSKIN?' said the lady slyly. 'Some witch told you that!—some witch told you that!' cried the little man, and dashed his right foot in a rage so deep into the floor, that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out.
Then he made the best of his way off, while the nurse laughed and the baby crowed; and all the court jeered at him for having had so much trouble for nothing, and said, 'We wish you a very good morning, and a merry feast, Mr RUMPLESTILTSKIN!'
I believe she chose this Grimm tale not only because it is one of the most well known fairy tales, but because it's meaning is far greater than what the naked eye can precieve. It is supposed to be a story of deceit yet the dwarf makes a mistake and his agenda can no longer be followed through. He no longer could get what he wanted because he erred and she chose this because even the smallest mistake can ruin your plans.
By the side of a wood, in a country a long way off, ran a fine stream of water; and upon the stream there stood a mill. The miller's house was close by, and the miller, you must know, had a very beautiful daughter. She was, moreover, very shrewd and clever; and the miller was so proud of her, that he one day told the king of the land, who used to come and hunt in the wood, that his daughter could spin gold out of straw. Now this king was very fond of money; and when he heard the miller's boast his greediness was raised, and he sent for the girl to be brought before him. Then he led her to a chamber in his palace where there was a great heap of straw, and gave her a spinning-wheel, and said, 'All this must be spun into gold before morning, as you love your life.' It was in vain that the poor maiden said that it was only a silly boast of her father, for that she could do no such thing as spin straw into gold: the chamber door was locked, and she was left alone.
She sat down in one corner of the room, and began to bewail her hard fate; when on a sudden the door opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in, and said, 'Good morrow to you, my good lass; what are you weeping for?' 'Alas!' said she, 'I must spin this straw into gold, and I know not how.' 'What will you give me,' said the hobgoblin, 'to do it for you?' 'My necklace,' replied the maiden. He took her at her word, and sat himself down to the wheel, and whistled and sang:
'Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!'
And round about the wheel went merrily; the work was quickly done, and the straw was all spun into gold.
When the king came and saw this, he was greatly astonished and pleased; but his heart grew still more greedy of gain, and he shut up the poor miller's daughter again with a fresh task. Then she knew not what to do, and sat down once more to weep; but the dwarf soon opened the door, and said, 'What will you give me to do your task?' 'The ring on my finger,' said she. So her little friend took the ring, and began to work at the wheel again, and whistled and sang:
'Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!'
till, long before morning, all was done again.
The king was greatly delighted to see all this glittering treasure; but still he had not enough: so he took the miller's daughter to a yet larger heap, and said, 'All this must be spun tonight; and if it is, you shall be my queen.' As soon as she was alone that dwarf came in, and said, 'What will you give me to spin gold for you this third time?' 'I have nothing left,' said she. 'Then say you will give me,' said the little man, 'the first little child that you may have when you are queen.' 'That may never be,' thought the miller's daughter: and as she knew no other way to get her task done, she said she would do what he asked. Round went the wheel again to the old song, and the manikin once more spun the heap into gold. The king came in the morning, and, finding all he wanted, was forced to keep his word; so he married the miller's daughter, and she really became queen.
At the birth of her first little child she was very glad, and forgot the dwarf, and what she had said. But one day he came into her room, where she was sitting playing with her baby, and put her in mind of it. Then she grieved sorely at her misfortune, and said she would give him all the wealth of the kingdom if he would let her off, but in vain; till at last her tears softened him, and he said, 'I will give you three days' grace, and if during that time you tell me my name, you shall keep your child.'
Now the queen lay awake all night, thinking of all the odd names that she had ever heard; and she sent messengers all over the land to find out new ones. The next day the little man came, and she began with TIMOTHY, ICHABOD, BENJAMIN, JEREMIAH, and all the names she could remember; but to all and each of them he said, 'Madam, that is not my name.'
The second day she began with all the comical names she could hear of, BANDY-LEGS, HUNCHBACK, CROOK-SHANKS, and so on; but the little gentleman still said to every one of them, 'Madam, that is not my name.'
The third day one of the messengers came back, and said, 'I have travelled two days without hearing of any other names; but yesterday, as I was climbing a high hill, among the trees of the forest where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, I saw a little hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg, and singing:
'"Merrily the feast I'll make.
Today I'll brew, tomorrow bake;
Merrily I'll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring.
Little does my lady dream
Rumpelstiltskin is my name!"'
When the queen heard this she jumped for joy, and as soon as her little friend came she sat down upon her throne, and called all her court round to enjoy the fun; and the nurse stood by her side with the baby in her arms, as if it was quite ready to be given up. Then the little man began to chuckle at the thought of having the poor child, to take home with him to his hut in the woods; and he cried out, 'Now, lady, what is my name?' 'Is it JOHN?' asked she. 'No, madam!' 'Is it TOM?' 'No, madam!' 'Is it JEMMY?' 'It is not.' 'Can your name be RUMPELSTILTSKIN?' said the lady slyly. 'Some witch told you that!—some witch told you that!' cried the little man, and dashed his right foot in a rage so deep into the floor, that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out.
Then he made the best of his way off, while the nurse laughed and the baby crowed; and all the court jeered at him for having had so much trouble for nothing, and said, 'We wish you a very good morning, and a merry feast, Mr RUMPLESTILTSKIN!'
I believe she chose this Grimm tale not only because it is one of the most well known fairy tales, but because it's meaning is far greater than what the naked eye can precieve. It is supposed to be a story of deceit yet the dwarf makes a mistake and his agenda can no longer be followed through. He no longer could get what he wanted because he erred and she chose this because even the smallest mistake can ruin your plans.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence" Response
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
This stanza has deep meaning. Blake was using symbolism for joy. He claims that joy and woe are the clothing of the soul, meaning happiness must be drapped over the soul to prosper. He is implying that with all grief and hardship, there is always something to be positive about with joy laying underneath the grief and despair waiting to shine.
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
This stanza has deep meaning. Blake was using symbolism for joy. He claims that joy and woe are the clothing of the soul, meaning happiness must be drapped over the soul to prosper. He is implying that with all grief and hardship, there is always something to be positive about with joy laying underneath the grief and despair waiting to shine.
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