This poem relates to me a lot. I have some sort of procrastination problem where I leave a lot of my work to the last minute. Most of the time I finish my work at school, but if I don't it sadly is forgotten till the last possible minute. Distractions like the "brown bird [that] sang in the apple-tree" and " the butterfly [that] flitted across the field" grab my attention quite often which leads me off task. Math is the one class where that happens the most. I either find something to talk about to my friend next to me or I look outside at the sunny afternoon and talk to my friend about being out there instead of inside. I do get my work done, but not as quickly as I hope I would. Have you ever had one of those days where you just drift off into another world when you look out the window. You would do anything just to be outside to enjoy every bit of it, but instead you are trapped inside a dungeon called school. Hey, don't get me wrong, school has been a huge part of my life that has brought me to where I am today, but that bird and butterfly look so much nicer that a text book. I meant to do my work today, but the outside got the best of me once more.****Poetry Paragraph****
****More of Alex's Imput on the poem****
I find this the funniest thing. Even as I am doing this assignment I caught myself looking out at this beautiful morning wishing to be out there instead of being in front of a computer. The green grass and the "leaves are calling me."
I am going to go outside now because I can't hold on any further. As Richard leGallienne would say "what could I do but laugh and go."
++Connection will be given to you in class++
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
I meant to do my work today~ By: Richard Le Gallienne
I meant to do my work today-
but a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
and a butterfly flitted across the field,
and all the leaves were calling me.
and the wind went sighing over the land,
tossing the grasses to and fro,
and a rainbow held out its shining hand-
so what could I do but laugh and go?
but a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
and a butterfly flitted across the field,
and all the leaves were calling me.
and the wind went sighing over the land,
tossing the grasses to and fro,
and a rainbow held out its shining hand-
so what could I do but laugh and go?
Monday, May 7, 2007
"The New House"~ Poetry Entry #2
I can relate to this poem. I have moved from a house that I have been in almost my whole life up until now. I have recently moved to a new place 2 years ago, but I never forget my life in my old home. My old house was where all my childhood memories were. I lost my first tooth there, I had the chicken pox there, and after all my adventures on the outside walls I was able to go back to my home. Now that I have moved away, I always remember those moments I had and think that who ever is living there is making their own memories and adding on to that sentimental value of that home. What I also think about is the fact that I am in someones elses house. There memories are left in these wall, all the word that they have spoken, all the good and bad times they had. What the poem asks in the end though is "what among these shades will be left of me." There will always be a little of you left, and you will always have the memories of the time you spent there. That can never dissapear.
The thing that the author has done to give this poem that opposite look about moving into a new home is her choice of words. They are so dynamic and powerful in the text. " What words have smashed, against these walls, crashed, up and down these halls..." these words get you thinking about what the author is meaning. Is there some sort of arguement that has been left behind or is the smashing and crashing just the everyday actions that happen in a household. Feelings are shown through these words that make up the poem, and as a reader you can almost figure out how you want to depict the poem to be like. Strong words are what make this poem unique and mind tingling. You are able to take this poem into a more realistic setting and put it into your life. What has happened in your own home? What kind of feelings and memories "[yearn] below the ceiling lights?"
The thing that the author has done to give this poem that opposite look about moving into a new home is her choice of words. They are so dynamic and powerful in the text. " What words have smashed, against these walls, crashed, up and down these halls..." these words get you thinking about what the author is meaning. Is there some sort of arguement that has been left behind or is the smashing and crashing just the everyday actions that happen in a household. Feelings are shown through these words that make up the poem, and as a reader you can almost figure out how you want to depict the poem to be like. Strong words are what make this poem unique and mind tingling. You are able to take this poem into a more realistic setting and put it into your life. What has happened in your own home? What kind of feelings and memories "[yearn] below the ceiling lights?"
"The New House" By: Maya Angelou
What words
have smashed against
these walls,
crashed up and dawn these
halls,
lain mute and then drained
their meanings out and into,
these floors?
What feelings, long since
dead,
streamed vague yearnings
below this ceiling
light?
In some dimension
which I cannot know,
the shadows of
another still exist. I bring my
memories, held too long in check,
to let them here shoulder
space and place to be.
And when I leave to
find another house,
I wonder, what among
these shades will be
left of me.
have smashed against
these walls,
crashed up and dawn these
halls,
lain mute and then drained
their meanings out and into,
these floors?
What feelings, long since
dead,
streamed vague yearnings
below this ceiling
light?
In some dimension
which I cannot know,
the shadows of
another still exist. I bring my
memories, held too long in check,
to let them here shoulder
space and place to be.
And when I leave to
find another house,
I wonder, what among
these shades will be
left of me.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
The sun witness~Poetry entry #1
I chose thispeom because this kind of thing happens in life all the time. When people go and do something nice for someone else something good will usually happen, but when we do something mean or we are ungreatful some sort of "karma" takes over. One senario that happens a lot in life is the one about the begger in the poem. We will walk by a man or woman who is quite poor and dirty and we will continue on giving them a blind eye. Even I am guilty of doing so, and surprisingly enough after doing so one day the rest of my day was rotten. We don't neccesarily have to give money to someone we don't know, like a begger, but we can always walk by and say hello instead of ignoring or avoiding them. This poem showed me that we can't always expect good things to happen if we don't do something good first.
will often ask for something good to happen if it benifits themself, usually, like the character in the poem. She asked for light to shine on the white grass and everything else. She is benefiting from the light only because she did something nice, but there is a saying that we get what we give, so if we give kindness we get kindness. The sun stayed out for a long time until the girl "Tucked in her silk saree to avoid [the] stains" of the beggers. The sun saw this and hid behind the clouds, only because of the girls rude actions. The poem shows a good lesson that effects people everyday, when you do good things good things will come, but if you show rudness expect it back.
will often ask for something good to happen if it benifits themself, usually, like the character in the poem. She asked for light to shine on the white grass and everything else. She is benefiting from the light only because she did something nice, but there is a saying that we get what we give, so if we give kindness we get kindness. The sun stayed out for a long time until the girl "Tucked in her silk saree to avoid [the] stains" of the beggers. The sun saw this and hid behind the clouds, only because of the girls rude actions. The poem shows a good lesson that effects people everyday, when you do good things good things will come, but if you show rudness expect it back.
THIS IS THE POEM~#1
The Sun Witness By:Nurunnessa Choudhury
Long ago a young girl
wearing a saffron coloured saree
walked gracefully
on her way
she moved the square stone
from the white
near-dead grass.
By the lightning speed
of her black hand.
Silently, with her gaze,
she commanded the sun
to send its light
down upon everything,
even the white grass.
The sun accepted
her easy command
and came down with humility.
Day after,
she passed beggers in the street,
and tucked in her silk saree
to avoid their stains.
Seeing this,
the sun hid behind clouds,
and rain came,
unexpectedly, like tears.
Long ago a young girl
wearing a saffron coloured saree
walked gracefully
on her way
she moved the square stone
from the white
near-dead grass.
By the lightning speed
of her black hand.
Silently, with her gaze,
she commanded the sun
to send its light
down upon everything,
even the white grass.
The sun accepted
her easy command
and came down with humility.
Day after,
she passed beggers in the street,
and tucked in her silk saree
to avoid their stains.
Seeing this,
the sun hid behind clouds,
and rain came,
unexpectedly, like tears.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
The Tribes of Palos Verdes* By: Joy Nicholson
Medina Mason and her family are newcomers to the beach community of Palos Verdes. This community is all about fitting in and sadly Medina doesn't seem to be fitting in well with the other people at her school. Escaping from the life that she has at school, Medina comes home to an even more stressful environment. The relationship between Medina and brother seem to be deteriorating due to the drug based life Jim, her brother, has been getting into and the demanding emotions of Medina's mother. Relations between her family are falling apart, but Medina has found herself her Utopia. Surfing has brought a new happiness into her life and it seems right now that it is the one thing that is saving her from insanity. Her new found passion has been bringing Medina to extraordinary heights. She is proving to herself that she is one of a kind and that the input of others doesn't matter. There isn't one girl surfer in Palos Verdes, and since there is none Medina is going to work to be the first girl surfer. By watching the bay boys, a well known group of surfers Medina is gaining the skills that she needs to get to the top.
This book is so captivating. It has me hooked. The character Medina is one interesting person, and her attitude makes me want to read on. I feel as if something is going to happen that is going to have Medina step out and do something bold. The imagery that the author has made is making me feel as if I am along side Medina. I feel as if I am too learning how to surf and having that energy flow through me while I ride the first wave of the morning. Imagery is one of the main parts of the book that gets the reader really involved.
The character's personality is the other thing that seems to get me really into the book. She has this outlook on life that seems true and engaging. The way the author make the character act and think just gets you so involved. I almost feel like an undercover reporter getting the big scoop on Medina's life. Although her life isn't all glamorous, it seems more real to me than if it was all glamed up.
One part of the book that I found the most enjoyable was near the beginning. The reason why it was enjoyable is because it made me laugh. The mother and father of Medina seem to be going through a rough patch in their relationship and the mom doesn't seem to like it all too much.
"On the plane, coming to California for the first time, my mother sits with my brother, looking out the window. My father talks to me across the aisle, glancing at the red-haired stewardess. He's rubbing his hands together over and over as if washing them.
"Guess what Palos Verdes means in Spanish," he says, "It means green sticks. Don't you think that's a funny name for a place princess?" He looks at the pretty stewardess again, catching her eye and smiling. My mother looks out the window toward Michigan, ignoring my father's cheerful banter. After a few minutes, she flags down the stewardess.
" My husband would like to meet you," she says.
This part of the book really made me laugh. The mother is so sarcastic and funny, but really moody. She kinda adds this little twist to the book and Medina's life.
The Tribes of Palos Verdes is a great book so far and I am very excited to read more tonight. Already on page 42 and ready to finish the book. I would recommend this book already to anyone who wants a few good laughs and who wants to feel as if they were riding a wave in Palos Verdes.
By: Alex Rasmussen
This book is so captivating. It has me hooked. The character Medina is one interesting person, and her attitude makes me want to read on. I feel as if something is going to happen that is going to have Medina step out and do something bold. The imagery that the author has made is making me feel as if I am along side Medina. I feel as if I am too learning how to surf and having that energy flow through me while I ride the first wave of the morning. Imagery is one of the main parts of the book that gets the reader really involved.
The character's personality is the other thing that seems to get me really into the book. She has this outlook on life that seems true and engaging. The way the author make the character act and think just gets you so involved. I almost feel like an undercover reporter getting the big scoop on Medina's life. Although her life isn't all glamorous, it seems more real to me than if it was all glamed up.
One part of the book that I found the most enjoyable was near the beginning. The reason why it was enjoyable is because it made me laugh. The mother and father of Medina seem to be going through a rough patch in their relationship and the mom doesn't seem to like it all too much.
"On the plane, coming to California for the first time, my mother sits with my brother, looking out the window. My father talks to me across the aisle, glancing at the red-haired stewardess. He's rubbing his hands together over and over as if washing them.
"Guess what Palos Verdes means in Spanish," he says, "It means green sticks. Don't you think that's a funny name for a place princess?" He looks at the pretty stewardess again, catching her eye and smiling. My mother looks out the window toward Michigan, ignoring my father's cheerful banter. After a few minutes, she flags down the stewardess.
" My husband would like to meet you," she says.
This part of the book really made me laugh. The mother is so sarcastic and funny, but really moody. She kinda adds this little twist to the book and Medina's life.
The Tribes of Palos Verdes is a great book so far and I am very excited to read more tonight. Already on page 42 and ready to finish the book. I would recommend this book already to anyone who wants a few good laughs and who wants to feel as if they were riding a wave in Palos Verdes.
By: Alex Rasmussen
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