"Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak." ~unknown
Friday, December 18, 2009
So LeWitt
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Endless Amount of Love
Pip is a boy who lives with his abusive sister and her husband named Joe. In the mean time, Pip’s life is on the line because he has been threatened by a convict. Recently, Pip stole a pie to feed the convict. Pip was longing to tell Joe, but he was afraid to lose his trust. “But I loved Joe- perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him- and as to him my inner self was not so easily composed.” (pg. 40)
Joe is Pip’s trust, Pip’s hope, and Pip’s best peer. Pip is in a challenging situation, and Joe is Pip’s healthy escapism. Joe completes Pip’s heart and without Joe, Pip’s heart will crack, and his life will be unfulfilled. This quote relates to the theme in showing that Pip has an endless amount of love for Joe. Pip’s love for Joe, is so powerful, since Pip is an empty-handed boy, Joe is really all he has in his life. Joe is his guardian, and he will always protect Pip from all harm.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The Other Side of Me
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Other Side of Life
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A Relationship with Hope
Friday, October 23, 2009
Patriotic Rock
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Emily Dickinson's Poems
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Emily Dickinson was a lonely woman who spent her life inside her whole life writing poems. This poem, "A Narrow Fellow in the Grass", she is writing about how she hasn't had any relationships with a guy. The snake represents how her relationships come and go in a flash. At the end of the poem it says, "Zero at the Bone". That means that every time she goes deeper in her relationship, it seems to disappear.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Mountain
At the clouds going by
Eagles, hawks, and birds flying around
Looking for food that slithers on the ground
The sun beating down on the sparkling lake
Flowing right in front of the mountain
I heard it laughing at me
Reminding me the times that I have failed
It keeps on shouting at me again and again
Saying I will never win
But my voice says I can
I challenge the mountain
It was just me and the mountain
Nobody else around me
One step on the mountain
And my journey begins
All day and all night
One slip and I fail
At long last, my journey is complete
I have conquered the mountain
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts in 1830. She went to school at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley. While she was there, she received severe homesickness and had to drop out of school to live at her house. She had only attended that school for one year and after she dropped out of school, she really didn't have any friends to come in contanct with. Although she did have some friends, and her friends realized that she had a huge impact on her thoughts and poetry.
When Emily was going to Pennysylvania for college, she met a man that changed her life, Reverend Charles Wadsworth. He was very supportive of her. Emily called him her "closest earthly friend." In 1860, she lived her life inside, but she didn't just do nothing, she did major reading. While she was at home she also spent most of her time with her family. Her father, Edward Dickinson, loved state and national politics. Her brother, Austin Dickinson, attended a law school and became an attorney. Her younger sister, Lavinia , also stayed inside like Emily.
Since she lived most of her life in her house, she wrote a lot of poems. She was influenced to write poems by the Metaphysical poets. The Metaphysical poets a group of British lyric poets of the 17th century that shared an intrest in metaphysical -- metaphysics is a branch of philosophy -- concerns and share a common way of investigating them. Most of her poems were about her loniliness, good memories, and happiness of her life time. Eventually she died in 1886 in her house in Ahmerst. Her first published poem was in 1890 and her last published poem was in 1955. After her death, her family discovered 40 volumes, with about 1800 poems. The books have been found sewn and folded stationary of about five sheets of paper that seem to have been her final copy of her books. Her hand written peoms had dashes of all sorts of angles. Some horizontal and some vertical. Nobody really knows why she the dashes are in all different angles.