My Thoughts on The Tempest
This piece is very interesting to me. One aspect of its critism that makes me curious is that it is all interpretation. Because we do not have any commentary of Shakespeare's work it is all in the eye of the beholder. What would have it been like if Shakespeare had left us detailed descriptions of what he was intending with each character and each line of the play? Would it be as acclaimed as it is today? Would present critics be shocked? Would their analysis of Shakespearean intentions be close to the truth or complete opposites? When we think of media, art, film, and the likes do we ever stop to think that often "they" that determine what is "good" work are really just manipulating reality and making decisions for the general, uneducated (about a specific type of art that is) public? Although Literary Criticism does many wonderful things for the world of English I would like to pose the question "Who was William Shakespeare?" and "What did Shakespeare specifically desire for both reader and audience to take with them when the finished this show?" I enjoy the thought of freedom of speech and research on a historic piece. However I always wonder if the author ever wanted something completely different than how their piece was interpreted. And if so, were they the type of author that would appreciate such interpretation? Or would they be offended?
" Action is eloquence. "
~ William Shakespeare
"His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!"
~ William Shakespeare
"I am not bound to please thee with my answers."
~ William Shakespeare
Find more quotations by Shakespeare
Friday, December 01, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
The Tempest and Film
The Tempest is analyzed in many different ways. When we look through the eyes of a director of Film we are seeing their interpretations of this piece of literature. When we consider these interpretations art and not fact there is a very interesting occurrence. We start seeing the text as a material and the interpretation (in this case Film) as the creation.
I enjoyed researching the different types of productions that have been done of The Tempest. One very interesting interpretation is that of director Peter Greenaway. His film entitled "Pospero's Books"
With many different images based upon, but not necessarily given by, The Tempest this film is criticized a great deal questioning its validity. However, popular critic Roger Ebert states;
"Prospero's Books really exists outside criticism. All I can do is describe it. Most of the reviews of this film have missed the point; this is not a narrative, it need not make sense, and it is not 'too difficult' because it could not have been any less so. It is simply a work of original art, which Greenaway asks us to accept or reject on his own terms." - Roger Ebert ***
http://petergreenaway.co.uk/prospero.htm
I enjoyed researching the different types of productions that have been done of The Tempest. One very interesting interpretation is that of director Peter Greenaway. His film entitled "Pospero's Books"
With many different images based upon, but not necessarily given by, The Tempest this film is criticized a great deal questioning its validity. However, popular critic Roger Ebert states;
"Prospero's Books really exists outside criticism. All I can do is describe it. Most of the reviews of this film have missed the point; this is not a narrative, it need not make sense, and it is not 'too difficult' because it could not have been any less so. It is simply a work of original art, which Greenaway asks us to accept or reject on his own terms." - Roger Ebert ***
http://petergreenaway.co.uk/prospero.htm
Monday, November 20, 2006
Modern Literary Theory
Modern Literary Theory comes in so many different forms. When I viewed Dr. Kristi Siegel's website I found the information about different types of Literary Theory to be much more clear.
One type of literary theory that I found very interesting was Psychoanalytic Criticism. We have considered how authors use different voices and/or mindsets while writing in order to depict what the characters in the text are thinking/feeling/doing. I find it somewhat contradictory to suggest that we can tell what the author is feeling. Yes, maybe we can analyze what the text is making the reader feel. But to consider what an author is thinking takes away from their art I believe. Although this type of theory may be appropriate for certain types of texts, I feel that if we were to analyze novels, especially fiction, in this way that we would take away from the fact that literature is supposed to make us feel on many different levels and in many different ways.
One type of literary theory that I found very interesting was Psychoanalytic Criticism. We have considered how authors use different voices and/or mindsets while writing in order to depict what the characters in the text are thinking/feeling/doing. I find it somewhat contradictory to suggest that we can tell what the author is feeling. Yes, maybe we can analyze what the text is making the reader feel. But to consider what an author is thinking takes away from their art I believe. Although this type of theory may be appropriate for certain types of texts, I feel that if we were to analyze novels, especially fiction, in this way that we would take away from the fact that literature is supposed to make us feel on many different levels and in many different ways.
Literary Theory
Literary Theory seems quite appropriate to everything that has led us up to this in class. I find it interesting to view other's interpretation of literature and how many different insights that can be found within one given text.
I was looking at the history behind literary theory and found it interesting how the acceptance of what we now know as lit. theory was not truly established until 1950. Although opinions in the opposing view of an author would seem controversial and no one really wants to be criticized, I still thought that the history of common Lit. theory would have gone farther back to Shakespearean time period. However, I was not surprised to see that the profession was not established until the 20th century.
Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_theory#History
I was looking at the history behind literary theory and found it interesting how the acceptance of what we now know as lit. theory was not truly established until 1950. Although opinions in the opposing view of an author would seem controversial and no one really wants to be criticized, I still thought that the history of common Lit. theory would have gone farther back to Shakespearean time period. However, I was not surprised to see that the profession was not established until the 20th century.
Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_theory#History
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Aljazeer Clippings
Their View on Bush
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/news_service/article_full_story.asp?service_ID=11872
Mystery Wounds
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11896
Rape Victim
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_id=11898
Revenge on Rape Victims
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11752
60 Mutilated Bodies Found in Baghdad
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_id=11867
Initiating World War III - Opinion Article
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/news_service/article_full_story.asp?service_id=12312
What’s behind Bin Laden’s death rumors?
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi%2Dbin/conspiracy%5Ftheory/fullstory.asp?id=343
U.S. forces killed UK journalist in Iraq
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11893
Why didn’t the U.S. troops intervene to save Balad?
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/review/article_full_story.asp?service_id=11873
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/news_service/article_full_story.asp?service_ID=11872
Mystery Wounds
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11896
Rape Victim
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_id=11898
Revenge on Rape Victims
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11752
60 Mutilated Bodies Found in Baghdad
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_id=11867
Initiating World War III - Opinion Article
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/news_service/article_full_story.asp?service_id=12312
What’s behind Bin Laden’s death rumors?
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi%2Dbin/conspiracy%5Ftheory/fullstory.asp?id=343
U.S. forces killed UK journalist in Iraq
http://www.aljazeera.com/me.asp?service_ID=11893
Why didn’t the U.S. troops intervene to save Balad?
http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/review/article_full_story.asp?service_id=11873
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
W-A-R continued...
Understanding the War in Iraq
This is an interesting site and it answers many questions from the perspective of the Institute for Policy Studies (IPS) . "IPS has transformed ideas into action for peace, justice, and the environment. " I found so much new information here. I appreciate the way that they have set up the questions and answers here.
Death Squads Online
MSNBC reports how lists of citizens that "need to be killed" are posted on-line along with information of how to locate these citizens.
This is an interesting site and it answers many questions from the perspective of the Institute for Policy Studies (IPS) . "IPS has transformed ideas into action for peace, justice, and the environment. " I found so much new information here. I appreciate the way that they have set up the questions and answers here.
Death Squads Online
MSNBC reports how lists of citizens that "need to be killed" are posted on-line along with information of how to locate these citizens.
Monday, October 16, 2006
War Poetry
The Real Story by Robert A. Fuller
This poem encompasses a great deal about the war against terrorism. It mentions Baghadad's conditions, the people, and the country's status. By asking if this is the start of the third world war, I believe that the narrorator is suggesting that this war could possibly be more extreme than we know now.
One Little Girl by Kendall R. Holler
This poem makes me wonder if the author has experienced this scenario first-hand. The way that it was written seems quite simple. It makes me think that she has only been told such stories and has not actually experienced this.
This poem encompasses a great deal about the war against terrorism. It mentions Baghadad's conditions, the people, and the country's status. By asking if this is the start of the third world war, I believe that the narrorator is suggesting that this war could possibly be more extreme than we know now.
One Little Girl by Kendall R. Holler
This poem makes me wonder if the author has experienced this scenario first-hand. The way that it was written seems quite simple. It makes me think that she has only been told such stories and has not actually experienced this.
The War On-Line
The New York Times - World
Monday, October 16th, 2007
This audio clip describes the death of a soldier, the reactions from others, and what happens when a soldier dies: (under "Multimedia" )
Farewell of An American Soldier
The reporter gave such a real and honest take to this story. The few photos that go along with his report do not show any graphic footage though and they do not tell the story with the same reality as the narrorator does. Like we talked about in class, it's as though media is sheltering us. Although no one wants to see blood and gore, it is not until we are exposed to the harsh reality of what is actually happening to both soldiers and civilians that we will actually be able to understand from a distance. Now, we only know what we see. What we see is not complete reality.
Monday, October 16th, 2007
This audio clip describes the death of a soldier, the reactions from others, and what happens when a soldier dies: (under "Multimedia" )
Farewell of An American Soldier
The reporter gave such a real and honest take to this story. The few photos that go along with his report do not show any graphic footage though and they do not tell the story with the same reality as the narrorator does. Like we talked about in class, it's as though media is sheltering us. Although no one wants to see blood and gore, it is not until we are exposed to the harsh reality of what is actually happening to both soldiers and civilians that we will actually be able to understand from a distance. Now, we only know what we see. What we see is not complete reality.
Can We Define War?
When I begin thinking about war a feeling of empathy consumes me and I have a hard time not letting a sadness effect my mood. In our class discussion it was obvious that no one wants to be at war. However it is a reality in our everyday lives and more and more of our generation is being affected first hand by the effects of war even though Michigan only views it through the media. Understanding the war seems a bit contradictory considering the fact that the definition of war began with "confusion". I started my research by looking up the definition of war and found this rather interesting....
War (n.):
1) a. A state of open, armed, often prolonged conflict carried on between nations, states, or parties.
b. The period of such conflict.
c. The techniques and procedures of war; military science.
2) a. A condition of active antagonism or contention: a war of words; a price war.
b. A concerted effort or campaign to combat or put an end to something considered injurious: the war against acid rain.
WORD HISTORY The chaos of war is reflected in the semantic history of the word war. War can be traced back to the Indo-European root *wers–, “to confuse, mix up.” In the Germanic family of the Indo-European languages, this root gave rise to several words having to do with confusion or mixture of various kinds. One was the noun *werza–, “confusion,” which in a later form *werra– was borrowed into Old French, probably from Frankish, a largely unrecorded Germanic language that contributed about 200 words to the vocabulary of Old French. From the Germanic stem came both the form werre in Old North French, the form borrowed into English in the 12th century, and guerre (the source of guerrilla) in the rest of the Old French-speaking area. Both forms meant “war.” Meanwhile another form derived from the same Indo-European root had developed into a word denoting a more benign kind of mixture, Old High German wurst, meaning “sausage.” Modern German Wurst was borrowed into English in the 19th century, first by itself (recorded in 1855) and then as part of the word liverwurst (1869), the liver being a translation of German Leber in Leberwurst.
Source : http://www.answers.com/topic/war
War (n.):
1) a. A state of open, armed, often prolonged conflict carried on between nations, states, or parties.
b. The period of such conflict.
c. The techniques and procedures of war; military science.
2) a. A condition of active antagonism or contention: a war of words; a price war.
b. A concerted effort or campaign to combat or put an end to something considered injurious: the war against acid rain.
WORD HISTORY The chaos of war is reflected in the semantic history of the word war. War can be traced back to the Indo-European root *wers–, “to confuse, mix up.” In the Germanic family of the Indo-European languages, this root gave rise to several words having to do with confusion or mixture of various kinds. One was the noun *werza–, “confusion,” which in a later form *werra– was borrowed into Old French, probably from Frankish, a largely unrecorded Germanic language that contributed about 200 words to the vocabulary of Old French. From the Germanic stem came both the form werre in Old North French, the form borrowed into English in the 12th century, and guerre (the source of guerrilla) in the rest of the Old French-speaking area. Both forms meant “war.” Meanwhile another form derived from the same Indo-European root had developed into a word denoting a more benign kind of mixture, Old High German wurst, meaning “sausage.” Modern German Wurst was borrowed into English in the 19th century, first by itself (recorded in 1855) and then as part of the word liverwurst (1869), the liver being a translation of German Leber in Leberwurst.
Source : http://www.answers.com/topic/war
Monday, October 02, 2006
The Odyssey Translation
My translation is of the last portion of The Odyessey - Book I, when Telemachus is going to bed:
( I do not consider myself well versed in poetry. So, although this wasn't the most descriptive portion of the piece I enjoyed the detail about Eurycleia. Therefore, I tried to give this a modern day feel, and since it is 2006 I threw in a few twists that I thought could give better imagery to this old tale. i.e. condo= extravagant castle. Hope that you enjoy...)
After the music disappeared into the nighttime
people began dispersing away from the party
into their homes
Telemachus started his long trek home.
Home to his condominium
View overlooking what seemed to encompass the whole world that surrounded him as a child.
Structure was that of an eternal monument.
Climbing the massive amount of stairs,
finally arrived to his bedroom where he exhausts himself upon the bed.
Fortunately, Eurycleia, loyal and elderly servant, carried flames
They led their long path from the courtyard to the condo.
She is loyalty to Telemachus, that of a mother,
for she had breast fed him when he was an infant.
Laertes, his father, purchased her when financial standing was good
and had treated her with just as much, if not more, respect as he gave his own wife.
In fact, the only difference between Eurycleia and the Queen was that she did not sleep with Laertes.
Therefore, Telemachus held Eurycleia very dear to his heart for she loved him
She cared for him more than any other servant.
He tears off his clothing gives it to the woman
She makes certain that each crease pressed
hung for the morning.
Slowly she walks to the doors
Exits as she securely shuts their broad structure
locked tight.
Telemachus lay in bed
fleece embracing him
spends night
meditating
the journey that Athena advised
awaits him.
I used these three translations to create my own:
Butcher-Lang 1879
Butler - 1900
Myatt - 1996
( I do not consider myself well versed in poetry. So, although this wasn't the most descriptive portion of the piece I enjoyed the detail about Eurycleia. Therefore, I tried to give this a modern day feel, and since it is 2006 I threw in a few twists that I thought could give better imagery to this old tale. i.e. condo= extravagant castle. Hope that you enjoy...)
After the music disappeared into the nighttime
people began dispersing away from the party
into their homes
Telemachus started his long trek home.
Home to his condominium
View overlooking what seemed to encompass the whole world that surrounded him as a child.
Structure was that of an eternal monument.
Climbing the massive amount of stairs,
finally arrived to his bedroom where he exhausts himself upon the bed.
Fortunately, Eurycleia, loyal and elderly servant, carried flames
They led their long path from the courtyard to the condo.
She is loyalty to Telemachus, that of a mother,
for she had breast fed him when he was an infant.
Laertes, his father, purchased her when financial standing was good
and had treated her with just as much, if not more, respect as he gave his own wife.
In fact, the only difference between Eurycleia and the Queen was that she did not sleep with Laertes.
Therefore, Telemachus held Eurycleia very dear to his heart for she loved him
She cared for him more than any other servant.
He tears off his clothing gives it to the woman
She makes certain that each crease pressed
hung for the morning.
Slowly she walks to the doors
Exits as she securely shuts their broad structure
locked tight.
Telemachus lay in bed
fleece embracing him
spends night
meditating
the journey that Athena advised
awaits him.
I used these three translations to create my own:
Butcher-Lang 1879
Butler - 1900
Myatt - 1996
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Lovely
Cradle Song by Sarojini Naidu
* One poem that I hope to write one day would be a poem to my child. I would love to write it in a lullabye style so that it could be sung. This poem made me think of how diverse each lullabye can be between different cultures.
Your Love's in Your Heart, and You're Forever in My Heart by Babette Teeth
*Gotta love it when things are straight and to-the-point.
My Heart Sings by Jennifer Burns
* One poem that I hope to write one day would be a poem to my child. I would love to write it in a lullabye style so that it could be sung. This poem made me think of how diverse each lullabye can be between different cultures.
Your Love's in Your Heart, and You're Forever in My Heart by Babette Teeth
*Gotta love it when things are straight and to-the-point.
My Heart Sings by Jennifer Burns
Poems Galore
Quilts by Nikki Giovanni
This is such an intriguing analogy about self value and life's struggles. I really enjoy Giovanni's style and hope to find a lot more from her.
The Star by Ann Taylor
The Last Flight by Kabir
There is a very interesting story behind this author from India. This site includes an English translation included that made me question how true to the original meaning poetry is after being translated..
Fancy by John Keats
Keats seems to take a certain view on women in his poems that I'm not sure that I appreciate...
There's A Moon Inside My Body by Kabir
Buffalo Bill's by E.E. Cummings
I'm not exactly sure whether I appreciate this poem or not. The style is unlike any other that I have ever read and I enjoy it. However, its message I am interpreting in too many differnt ways..
Maggie and Milly and... by E.E. Cummings
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
All All and All by Dylan Thomas
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
I played Titania in a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and this piece is dear to me because it brings me back to an exact moment in time.
Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 102 by William Shakespeare
Safe Sex by Donald Hall
* This is one of those titles that makes the body of this piece jump out and the eerie ending has me guessing...
This is such an intriguing analogy about self value and life's struggles. I really enjoy Giovanni's style and hope to find a lot more from her.
The Star by Ann Taylor
The Last Flight by Kabir
There is a very interesting story behind this author from India. This site includes an English translation included that made me question how true to the original meaning poetry is after being translated..
Fancy by John Keats
Keats seems to take a certain view on women in his poems that I'm not sure that I appreciate...
There's A Moon Inside My Body by Kabir
Buffalo Bill's by E.E. Cummings
I'm not exactly sure whether I appreciate this poem or not. The style is unlike any other that I have ever read and I enjoy it. However, its message I am interpreting in too many differnt ways..
Maggie and Milly and... by E.E. Cummings
April Rain Song by Langston Hughes
All All and All by Dylan Thomas
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
I played Titania in a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and this piece is dear to me because it brings me back to an exact moment in time.
Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 102 by William Shakespeare
Safe Sex by Donald Hall
* This is one of those titles that makes the body of this piece jump out and the eerie ending has me guessing...
In Good Times and In Bad
Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland
This poem is a message from someone who has passes away to those still living. I think that the honesty is stated so gracefully and the imagery is something that we can all relate to at one point in our lives.
This poem is a message from someone who has passes away to those still living. I think that the honesty is stated so gracefully and the imagery is something that we can all relate to at one point in our lives.
The New Age
Dancing in Las Vegas by Louise Marie DelSanto
This one caught my attention because of its style...
This one caught my attention because of its style...
Looking Back
Tiny Teachers by Cindy Kocsis
This poem makes me so happy. I am constantly inspired by children and for those of us working to become teachers I believe that a very similiar tune is kept in our heart and this is a very good description as to why I want to become a teacher.
When Children Pray by Victoria Martinez
The writing in this poem is not the strongest. But its message is something that I consider beautiful and very real in today's society.
Childhood Memories...by Tim Bovee
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6947&poem=37254
Haiku - Childhood by John Tiong Chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=63811&poem=1009357
This poem makes me so happy. I am constantly inspired by children and for those of us working to become teachers I believe that a very similiar tune is kept in our heart and this is a very good description as to why I want to become a teacher.
When Children Pray by Victoria Martinez
The writing in this poem is not the strongest. But its message is something that I consider beautiful and very real in today's society.
Childhood Memories...by Tim Bovee
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6947&poem=37254
Haiku - Childhood by John Tiong Chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=63811&poem=1009357
Inspiration
With Every Beat of My Heart by Nikhil Parekh
I love this poem. I don't know what happened to the author but the imagery seems to tell the story of what is "never good enough" being those things in life that really do mean the most. If you just take the time to notice them, they are what is most inspiring. The author seems to be somewhat sarcastic in saying that these things are not. I think that this is a poem that could be analyzed in so many different ways. I'm interested to hear what others may think of it...
A Prayer by Sara Teasdale
I love this poem. I don't know what happened to the author but the imagery seems to tell the story of what is "never good enough" being those things in life that really do mean the most. If you just take the time to notice them, they are what is most inspiring. The author seems to be somewhat sarcastic in saying that these things are not. I think that this is a poem that could be analyzed in so many different ways. I'm interested to hear what others may think of it...
A Prayer by Sara Teasdale
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Awaken! Dearest Bride of John Keats
Awaken! Dearest Bride of John Keats
Unravised bride of quietness awake
For silence and slow time imprison you
Do express a flowery tale
Your haunts about thy shape need not worry you
Honestly, what men are gods?
What mad pursuit have they caused you struggle?
Your wild ecstasy is deserved without these feats.
Your unheard melodies are worth more than you’ll ever know
The pipe plays sacred music to a man of integrity’s soul
For a bold lover never, never misses the kiss that erupts the insides
With a volcano of bliss. Forever will a good man love and forever
will her soul be fair
Ah, happy, happy Bride! that needs to shed the mongrel that she
hath made her companion. As you bid the Spring Adieu take note of
the happy melodist that plays too much and becomes weary.
Forever piping songs that are only enjoyed by others and as his spirit
dies human passion breaths upon him. This leaves the heart high-
sorrowful and cloyed while his tongue becomes parched and his
head exhausted as he wakes up to realize that the life he is living is
not his own but a world unbeknown.
Happy love that is forever warm and to be enjoyed is within your soul and a message from above that will send you to your highest high and keep you away from your lowest low.
Why are you willing to sacrifice the best feeling that you will ever know? What altar do you want a man to put you upon? Look up within the skies and build your home. Where does your fairytale begin and where do the breadcrumbs lead? You can return to that dream and make it a reality despite the desolate art that he has created for you.
O horrid shape! You are truly Fair and True! Do not let marble men overwrought you with branches and trodden weed. Tease us into thought where other’s woe may be our lessons and not our doom. The beauty in the truth of what your heart is telling you is all ye need to know.
Unravised bride of quietness awake
For silence and slow time imprison you
Do express a flowery tale
Your haunts about thy shape need not worry you
Honestly, what men are gods?
What mad pursuit have they caused you struggle?
Your wild ecstasy is deserved without these feats.
Your unheard melodies are worth more than you’ll ever know
The pipe plays sacred music to a man of integrity’s soul
For a bold lover never, never misses the kiss that erupts the insides
With a volcano of bliss. Forever will a good man love and forever
will her soul be fair
Ah, happy, happy Bride! that needs to shed the mongrel that she
hath made her companion. As you bid the Spring Adieu take note of
the happy melodist that plays too much and becomes weary.
Forever piping songs that are only enjoyed by others and as his spirit
dies human passion breaths upon him. This leaves the heart high-
sorrowful and cloyed while his tongue becomes parched and his
head exhausted as he wakes up to realize that the life he is living is
not his own but a world unbeknown.
Happy love that is forever warm and to be enjoyed is within your soul and a message from above that will send you to your highest high and keep you away from your lowest low.
Why are you willing to sacrifice the best feeling that you will ever know? What altar do you want a man to put you upon? Look up within the skies and build your home. Where does your fairytale begin and where do the breadcrumbs lead? You can return to that dream and make it a reality despite the desolate art that he has created for you.
O horrid shape! You are truly Fair and True! Do not let marble men overwrought you with branches and trodden weed. Tease us into thought where other’s woe may be our lessons and not our doom. The beauty in the truth of what your heart is telling you is all ye need to know.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Time Management
After Apple Picking by Robert Lee Frost
There is that overwhelming feeling that makes us restless all night and view each and every hour striking on the clock. For me this happens much too frequently with stress from school, work, and the social life never allowing quite enough time. Although this poem describes apple picking I see it as a metaphor for time management. Although there will ALWAYS be more apples to pick we should only take as many as our baskets can carry. This poem could be a college student's anthem if you ask me.
There is that overwhelming feeling that makes us restless all night and view each and every hour striking on the clock. For me this happens much too frequently with stress from school, work, and the social life never allowing quite enough time. Although this poem describes apple picking I see it as a metaphor for time management. Although there will ALWAYS be more apples to pick we should only take as many as our baskets can carry. This poem could be a college student's anthem if you ask me.
Soul Food - Poetry in Motion
I'm Moving On by Phillip White & Vincent Williams
Life is Change...
32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco
There is so much raw truth in these words and a little piece of almost every type of woman...
Asking Too Much by Ani DiFranco
This one's for the girls...
Life is Change...
32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco
There is so much raw truth in these words and a little piece of almost every type of woman...
Asking Too Much by Ani DiFranco
This one's for the girls...
Children's Poetry
*Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
I think that children will get a kick out of this. This could be really great to use in
grades K-3.
* Chocolate! Chocolate! by Ronberge
This one I love because it describes the way that my roomie Megan is about Chocolate!
*One Inch Tall by Shel Sliverstein
Shel Silverstein was a poet that I grew up on. His wacky views of the world are such a fun way to introduce young children to poetry. I remember his black and white illustrations so vividly whenever I read his poems. I also recall a time in the first grade, when a teacher was reciting a Silverstein poem that included the h-e-double hockey stick word. She replaced it with "heck" and I instantly corrected her. I explained to her that I had his book at home and that he wouldn't like it if she said his poems wrong. She laughed while telling me that I had a good point.
*The Pig by Roald Dahl
*Where Do All The Teachers Go? By Peter Dixon
This writing style reminds me of Silverstein. I would love to try an write some Silversein type of poetry...maybe for one of our assignments I will...
I think that children will get a kick out of this. This could be really great to use in
grades K-3.
* Chocolate! Chocolate! by Ronberge
This one I love because it describes the way that my roomie Megan is about Chocolate!
*One Inch Tall by Shel Sliverstein
Shel Silverstein was a poet that I grew up on. His wacky views of the world are such a fun way to introduce young children to poetry. I remember his black and white illustrations so vividly whenever I read his poems. I also recall a time in the first grade, when a teacher was reciting a Silverstein poem that included the h-e-double hockey stick word. She replaced it with "heck" and I instantly corrected her. I explained to her that I had his book at home and that he wouldn't like it if she said his poems wrong. She laughed while telling me that I had a good point.
*The Pig by Roald Dahl
*Where Do All The Teachers Go? By Peter Dixon
This writing style reminds me of Silverstein. I would love to try an write some Silversein type of poetry...maybe for one of our assignments I will...
Being Introduced To An Emotion Rather Than Being Told What To Experience
Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou
This poem brings to mind many of my experiences with my dearest friends. After living with 5 other women while at college I have found that my past experiences in romantic relationships have shaped my personal view on L-O-V-E. These experiences have allowed me to give advice, take advice, and learn with some really extraordinary women that are my best friends. With this in mind Maya Angelou's words in "Touched by an Angel" touched me in many different ways and on many different levels.
This piece is not defined by its title. Its body describes the topic and its title does something more than label it. It captured me. I felt that instead of telling me what to think about it guided me into the emotion that it spoke about. The title acted as a foreshadow to what the body depicts. This is one thing that I love most about the poem.
As a reader I felt that this helped me receive much more from the poem. Not only was I hearing what the author had to say, I was also experiencing my own journey while doing so. I was able to relate and expand my own thoughts. Many poems that I've read in the past do not allow me to do this.
There are so many definitions of love. (Especially among young adults.) I believe that although we are able to love more than one person there really is only one true love that we are meant to be with and that love will be so true that it is undeniable. There should be no doubts of how powerful that true love is and if there is then it is not meant to be. This may sound cliché or unrealistic to some. However, I believe that there is a grander plan for each and every one of us. That true love is part of that plan.
In this poem Angelou speaks of love that "comes into our sight" from a "high holy temple" and I see this as a beautiful description of that amazing connection that two people find when they know that they want to spend the rest of their life together and that they couldn't be without one another.
In today's society divorce can seem to be more common than a 50th Wedding Anniversary. This is such a sad thought for those of us hopeless romantics. Yet, it is an enticing challenge for those that keep the faith of what true love is really all about. When Angelou states "love strikes away fear from our souls" a great deal of emotion floods through me. The fear of failiure, infidelity, divorce, and loss that all seems so common make “love” seem like one of life's greatest challenges and/or achievements. This poem illustrates that allow love may seem out of reach at times there is a capacity in each human that allows us to experience something indescribable and overwhelming. It describes the journey that we take before, during, and after we have found it. It describes the possibility of being deceived by feelings that seem so close to the real thing that we all mistaken it a few (or sometimes many) times before we actually experience it.
This poem brings to mind many of my experiences with my dearest friends. After living with 5 other women while at college I have found that my past experiences in romantic relationships have shaped my personal view on L-O-V-E. These experiences have allowed me to give advice, take advice, and learn with some really extraordinary women that are my best friends. With this in mind Maya Angelou's words in "Touched by an Angel" touched me in many different ways and on many different levels.
This piece is not defined by its title. Its body describes the topic and its title does something more than label it. It captured me. I felt that instead of telling me what to think about it guided me into the emotion that it spoke about. The title acted as a foreshadow to what the body depicts. This is one thing that I love most about the poem.
As a reader I felt that this helped me receive much more from the poem. Not only was I hearing what the author had to say, I was also experiencing my own journey while doing so. I was able to relate and expand my own thoughts. Many poems that I've read in the past do not allow me to do this.
There are so many definitions of love. (Especially among young adults.) I believe that although we are able to love more than one person there really is only one true love that we are meant to be with and that love will be so true that it is undeniable. There should be no doubts of how powerful that true love is and if there is then it is not meant to be. This may sound cliché or unrealistic to some. However, I believe that there is a grander plan for each and every one of us. That true love is part of that plan.
In this poem Angelou speaks of love that "comes into our sight" from a "high holy temple" and I see this as a beautiful description of that amazing connection that two people find when they know that they want to spend the rest of their life together and that they couldn't be without one another.
In today's society divorce can seem to be more common than a 50th Wedding Anniversary. This is such a sad thought for those of us hopeless romantics. Yet, it is an enticing challenge for those that keep the faith of what true love is really all about. When Angelou states "love strikes away fear from our souls" a great deal of emotion floods through me. The fear of failiure, infidelity, divorce, and loss that all seems so common make “love” seem like one of life's greatest challenges and/or achievements. This poem illustrates that allow love may seem out of reach at times there is a capacity in each human that allows us to experience something indescribable and overwhelming. It describes the journey that we take before, during, and after we have found it. It describes the possibility of being deceived by feelings that seem so close to the real thing that we all mistaken it a few (or sometimes many) times before we actually experience it.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
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