Friday, December 6, 2013
Blog #19
Walking with him, day after day. But not everyday. Tomorrow we might or not. Wake up get dressed, and there he is on my heels, watching every move I make. Will she or won’t she. Watching, watching me everything I do. I put on my shoes, he gets his hopes up, and he watches. But then I start breakfast. He lies down again but still watching. I brush by the keys on the hook; they make that jingling sound he hopes for but no, no keys. So he sits and waits by the door, maybe just maybe this time, and he watches. I sit down eat my breakfast and still he waits by the door, not to miss any chance that maybe just maybe its this time. Up stairs down stairs, and he watches. Do the dishes, and he watches. Then I put on my coat, could it be this time, he watches, I grab my keys and he’s up watching and I grab his leash no more watching. We’re going, we’re going!
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Blog # 20
Blog #20 3)Lexical translation
Yo No Tengo Soledad I not have Loneliness (I am not alone) by Gabriela Mistral
Es la noche desamparo
Is the night deserted
de las sierras hasta el mar.
From the mountians to the sea
Pero yo, la que te mece,
But I the that you rocks
yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Es el cielo desamparo
It is the sky helpless
si la luna cae al mar.
If the moon falls to the sea
Pero yo, la que te estrecha,
But I the that you close
¡yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Es el mundo desamparo
Is the world helplessness
y la carne triste va
And the sad meat will
Pero yo, la que te oprime,
But that oppresses you
¡yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Yo No Tengo Soledad I not have Loneliness (I am not alone) by Gabriela Mistral
Es la noche desamparo
Is the night deserted
de las sierras hasta el mar.
From the mountians to the sea
Pero yo, la que te mece,
But I the that you rocks
yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Es el cielo desamparo
It is the sky helpless
si la luna cae al mar.
If the moon falls to the sea
Pero yo, la que te estrecha,
But I the that you close
¡yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Es el mundo desamparo
Is the world helplessness
y la carne triste va
And the sad meat will
Pero yo, la que te oprime,
But that oppresses you
¡yo no tengo soledad!
I not have loneliness
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Blog #17 Extra Credit
Blog # 17
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
5) Who or what is the “Eternal Footman”? Why is this footman snickering at Prufrock?
Before the 20th century footmen were the caretakers of the aristocratic. They got the name from the servants who ran beside or behind the carriages and were chosen for their athletic ability. They had jobs both in and out side the homes. The footman was always there when needed. The footmen in Prufrocks time were usually at special events to take and return the coats to guests. So the Eternal Footman is the death waiting for Prufrock. Eternal meaning forever and this is his last footman. So in the line “And I have seen the eternal Footman Hold my coat,” Prufrock is concerned about his own mortality and fears he it at deaths door, with the grim reaper (footman) waiting holding his coat. Prufrock states that the footman is holding his coat, not anyone else’s so he knows that death is there for him. In this poem Prufrock is reflecting back on his life and doesn’t feel that he has accomplished much and the things that he did accomplish weren’t too note worthy. He also talks of his aging and how he is loosing his hair and may be shrinking in size, with having to role his pants up. So when the Eternal footman is snickering at him I believe Prufrock feels that he is because of his unimportant life. That the Eternal footman is making fun of Prufrock for not accomplishing anything to significant and on top of that he is growing old.
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
5) Who or what is the “Eternal Footman”? Why is this footman snickering at Prufrock?
Before the 20th century footmen were the caretakers of the aristocratic. They got the name from the servants who ran beside or behind the carriages and were chosen for their athletic ability. They had jobs both in and out side the homes. The footman was always there when needed. The footmen in Prufrocks time were usually at special events to take and return the coats to guests. So the Eternal Footman is the death waiting for Prufrock. Eternal meaning forever and this is his last footman. So in the line “And I have seen the eternal Footman Hold my coat,” Prufrock is concerned about his own mortality and fears he it at deaths door, with the grim reaper (footman) waiting holding his coat. Prufrock states that the footman is holding his coat, not anyone else’s so he knows that death is there for him. In this poem Prufrock is reflecting back on his life and doesn’t feel that he has accomplished much and the things that he did accomplish weren’t too note worthy. He also talks of his aging and how he is loosing his hair and may be shrinking in size, with having to role his pants up. So when the Eternal footman is snickering at him I believe Prufrock feels that he is because of his unimportant life. That the Eternal footman is making fun of Prufrock for not accomplishing anything to significant and on top of that he is growing old.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Blog # 18
Christian the Lion
High up on the planes of Kenya in Africa
Rocks and sand a setting for a reunion
Stood two men waiting in the heat of the day
Air heavy with anticipation
With curiosity he slowly approaches
The men anxious for some sign
The distance between them begins to close
The lions stride quickens in recognition
It’s as if the lion has found his prey
The men stood still
The embrace is like no other. Like no time has passed.
A Love between beast and human
Once again together
The lion holds on to each, like a dance with two partners
Each wanting to hold on forever to this brief moment it time
Caressing each one in turn
Tawny brown and golden eyes
A lion’s mane but not quite full
Human, it doesn’t matter to this sentient being
A lion’s life set right by these two men forever
entwined but separate
A journey unknown in it’s beginning but
Touching all lives
http://animal.discovery.com/tv-shows/other/videos/a-lion-called-christian-christian-the-lion-reunion.htm
High up on the planes of Kenya in Africa
Rocks and sand a setting for a reunion
Stood two men waiting in the heat of the day
Air heavy with anticipation
With curiosity he slowly approaches
The men anxious for some sign
The distance between them begins to close
The lions stride quickens in recognition
It’s as if the lion has found his prey
The men stood still
The embrace is like no other. Like no time has passed.
A Love between beast and human
Once again together
The lion holds on to each, like a dance with two partners
Each wanting to hold on forever to this brief moment it time
Caressing each one in turn
Tawny brown and golden eyes
A lion’s mane but not quite full
Human, it doesn’t matter to this sentient being
A lion’s life set right by these two men forever
entwined but separate
A journey unknown in it’s beginning but
Touching all lives
http://animal.discovery.com/tv-shows/other/videos/a-lion-called-christian-christian-the-lion-reunion.htm
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Poetry Matters
Can Poetry Matter
Before this class I never thought much about poetry. I appreciated it but what I thought was does it rhyme or not. There are old poets from centuries ago to modern day poets. I never realized how complicated poetry can be, and how diverse. What it means to the people who write it. It’s sad that it isn’t as popular as it once was, but I think that it has expanded into different genres. From the movies like we saw in class to music, like rap. In Dana Gioia essay she talks of the subcultures that are still thriving even though they have diminished. I think that poetry has an important place in today’s society, along with all other art forms. Especially because of the history it holds. Poets from long ago give us an insight into our past. The details of everyday life from those times can enrich our lives today. If people would take time to appreciate this from of recorded history they could learn a lot.
One night when I was working on one of my poetry blogs my 7 year old son asked me what I was doing. I told him I had to write a sonnet for school. I explained to him what it was and asked him if he wanted to help me. He started to create a poem for me, so I typed it. It was a great moment for me to see him learn about poetry. I think it’s important for kids in schools exposed to different kinds of poetry. It’s a great avenue to learning to read. Rhyming helps us to remember. Here a short segment of my son’s poem:
When days pass my heart beats wide
It would be wider if I had someone inside
Then I met someone bright and tall
Her eyes sparkled so like gold
Before this class I never thought much about poetry. I appreciated it but what I thought was does it rhyme or not. There are old poets from centuries ago to modern day poets. I never realized how complicated poetry can be, and how diverse. What it means to the people who write it. It’s sad that it isn’t as popular as it once was, but I think that it has expanded into different genres. From the movies like we saw in class to music, like rap. In Dana Gioia essay she talks of the subcultures that are still thriving even though they have diminished. I think that poetry has an important place in today’s society, along with all other art forms. Especially because of the history it holds. Poets from long ago give us an insight into our past. The details of everyday life from those times can enrich our lives today. If people would take time to appreciate this from of recorded history they could learn a lot.
One night when I was working on one of my poetry blogs my 7 year old son asked me what I was doing. I told him I had to write a sonnet for school. I explained to him what it was and asked him if he wanted to help me. He started to create a poem for me, so I typed it. It was a great moment for me to see him learn about poetry. I think it’s important for kids in schools exposed to different kinds of poetry. It’s a great avenue to learning to read. Rhyming helps us to remember. Here a short segment of my son’s poem:
When days pass my heart beats wide
It would be wider if I had someone inside
Then I met someone bright and tall
Her eyes sparkled so like gold
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Blog # 15
Scene from the series “Sleepy Hollow” between Ichabod Crane and Abbie
/ u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: Where did you procure such massive quantities of preserves?
/ u u / u / u /
Is there a nearby citadel?
/ u / u / u / u / u / u
Abbie: A supermarket called Buy Plus, buy more spend-less.
/ u / u / u /
I will take you there someday.
(Ichabod picks up a jug of water)
/ u u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: Pine Springs? Is that a variation of water?
u / u / u / u /
Abbie: A brand of water, cheapest one.
u / u / u
Ichabod: You paid, for water.
/ u / u / u / / u / u / u / u / /
Why not drink from one of the thousands of taps around town or the lake?
/ u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Abbie: Tap water has chemicals in it, and the lake you don’t even want to know.
/ u / u / / u / u / u u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: The extent to which your generation has defiled the earth is truly mind-boggling.
(Text notification)
/ u / u / u / /
Abbie: The horseman will ride after dark.
/ u / u / u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u
After we finish the kits why don’t you meet with the Masons, while I grab Corbin’s
/ u / u / u
shotgun from the precinct.
u / u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: The Masons say they’ve discovered information of how best to exploit the
/ u / u /
Horseman’s weaknesses.
u / u / u / / u / u / u / u
Are you certain you can forgo such a conversation?
/ u u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u
Abbie: They won’t let me, they know that the no girls’ policy really gets under my skin.
Most of these lines are more than iambic pentameter, I wonder if it’s more because Ichabod is British, from the 1700’s.
/ u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: Where did you procure such massive quantities of preserves?
/ u u / u / u /
Is there a nearby citadel?
/ u / u / u / u / u / u
Abbie: A supermarket called Buy Plus, buy more spend-less.
/ u / u / u /
I will take you there someday.
(Ichabod picks up a jug of water)
/ u u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: Pine Springs? Is that a variation of water?
u / u / u / u /
Abbie: A brand of water, cheapest one.
u / u / u
Ichabod: You paid, for water.
/ u / u / u / / u / u / u / u / /
Why not drink from one of the thousands of taps around town or the lake?
/ u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Abbie: Tap water has chemicals in it, and the lake you don’t even want to know.
/ u / u / / u / u / u u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: The extent to which your generation has defiled the earth is truly mind-boggling.
(Text notification)
/ u / u / u / /
Abbie: The horseman will ride after dark.
/ u / u / u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u
After we finish the kits why don’t you meet with the Masons, while I grab Corbin’s
/ u / u / u
shotgun from the precinct.
u / u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u /
Ichabod: The Masons say they’ve discovered information of how best to exploit the
/ u / u /
Horseman’s weaknesses.
u / u / u / / u / u / u / u
Are you certain you can forgo such a conversation?
/ u u / / u / u / u / u / u / u / u / u
Abbie: They won’t let me, they know that the no girls’ policy really gets under my skin.
Most of these lines are more than iambic pentameter, I wonder if it’s more because Ichabod is British, from the 1700’s.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Blog # 14
Favorite Memory
Babies soft sweet breathe on my chest in the night
A warm breeze on summers day
Babies soft sweet breathe on my chest in the night
A warm breeze on summers day
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