Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Interpreter of Maladies
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Red Convertible
Friday, May 15, 2009
Blog 3: A White Heron
Monday, May 4, 2009
Blog 2: The Body of Christopher Creed Ending
-He says .."Reply That Makes Me Believe Totally That Creed is Alive"
Monday, April 27, 2009
Creed and Woobees:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
TBCC: Chapters two and three
Monday, March 30, 2009
Chapter 23: Graduation Speech
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Chapter 19: Serena Williams
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Chapter 17 & 18: After the "Retreat" & The Revival
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Double, double, toil and trouble.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Act III - Story Time
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Act II: Gorgon Reference
Friday, January 23, 2009
Act 1: Scenes vi and vii - The Macbeths
- You guys rarely agree on anything, and if one doesn't agree with the other, you have to talk it out and figure out another solution to do. It's not good to go through with something that your wife/husband isn't okay with.
- It seems like Lady Macbeth has the back bone in this relationship right now, and maybe she could lighten up and give Macbeth an easier time. It seems that she can convince him to do anything she wants him to do, or anything she wants to do; even when it's something bad like killing someone.
- They could talk about their problems, figure out why or how they created this problem during their marriage, talk about their fighting and arguing, and try to clear everything up as much as they can.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Shakespeare's Language..
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sestina Poems..
The Concord Art Association Regrets By: Pam White
Your entry was not accepted. We regret
it wasn't (enough for us), a work of love.
We liked many of the colors on the whole
but the mass was just something unrelated
to the rest of our show. We hope your work
will have a bright future in another place.
We remember last year you tried to place
another photograph and it was also with regret
we turned you down. Though for that particular work
we found nothing about it (no one could) to love.
It was obscure and a little upsetting in relation
to the rest of our show which we look on as a whole.
Now you may think us ungenerous. On the whole
you are probably right, but this is our place
and we can do what we want whether you relate
to it or not. However we don't want you to regret
your association with us. We want you to love
us, send us money, but please, no more work.
You see right now we need money to work
on the building we're in. There's a hole
in the roof and one wall needs all the love
and attention it can get. Really the place
needs so much, which all costs. I regret
to remind you we need more space for related
works. We're trying to expand and relate
to lots of different kinds of work
so different people won't regret
their visit with us but will see the whole
beauty and tranquility of the place
and come with us, a journey of love
where people of all races, colors, and creeds love
to look and bask and of course bring relations,
friends, and lovers. All are welcome to our place
here where all the world's magnificent work
can be shown in its entirety, the whole
place filled - with your exception, we regret.
We know you'll love the whole
work we're doing for this place.
We can't relate enough our regret.
Nicole's sestina poem..
Sestina By: Elizabeth Bishop
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,
It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac
on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.
It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.
But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Holden's "Health Issues"..
- When he's drunk he has a "bullet in his gut" and he pretends that it's bleeding, so he holds his stomach in the bar, like he's bleeding
- He pretends that he has pneumonia, saying like he felt like he was going to die
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Luce's faults..
Friday, November 21, 2008
Holden and Mercutio..
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Conversation with Horowitz..
- Horowitz is more impatient
- Holden is calm and wants to talk with Horowitz
- Horowitz seems like he doesn't want to talk
- Horowitz is an older man
- Holden is young
- Holden enjoys going out for a drink
- Horowitz doesn't and can't since he's a cab driver
- Horowitz is a very touchy guy
Allie's Poetry Assignment..
My Acrostic:
Drowning out all my surroundings
Into a place where everything’s calm
Serenity replaces the stressful days
Creating a more peaceful place for me to relax
My Haiku:
Problems go away,
As soon as I hear a song.
Secret get a away
Two author’s poems:
- Rain by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
- Kissass by Allen Ginsberg
Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Whites have to Kissass Blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,
Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.
