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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Question #4 from Jeanette Salgado "Little League Haiku"

4.What does he mean when he says his body and uniform were protective packaging?


He's describing how he is wearing his uniform and because there is so much to his uniform he called it protective because what its supposed to do. In football, which im assuming his the sport he is playing seeing how he mentions offense and defense, you have to wear lots of padding. Although, he said his body is protective packaging, which makes me think he doesnt really wanna play sports. His referring to his body as packaging makes it sound like hes just in his body and his mind in just in his body but he doesnt wanna be in it, like its temporay, when we know its not. His body is his body, can't change that.

Monday, March 12, 2012

10 Questions from "Running After Antelope"

The Friendly Man

1. What was the connection or interaction between the narrator and the Policemen? Why do you think they let him go free?

2. What is the process for how the "friendly man" gets his stories?

3. What was the irony with the Basketball story?

4. How did the "time dollar" process work?

5. Do you think that "time dollars" are good way of living? What sort of things were in their store to buy?

6. Describes the word Professional? How was it portrayed in the story?

7.  On page 32, in the second paragraph. Decribe what was happening, and why you think the ladies were behaving that way?

8. What are some differences between the Basketball story and the St Louis story?

9. Why do you think the narrator kept the identify of the "friendly man" a secret? What is a good quote that talks about the "friendly man"?

10. What is ironic about the ending of the story?

Thursday, March 8, 2012

A Full Moon.......

It was a beautiful sight that was right before my eyes. One of the fullest moons, I have ever seen with twinkling stars all around. I sat there in a gaze, thinking how amazing the the moon looks, but then I thought about the bad week i've been having. Which made me wonder, how can someone be gazing at something so amazing and be thinking how awful their life is at the moment? Which is sad but somewhat like a balance. The moon was something beautiful and good which could be as a balance of the bad going on in my life. The moon made me forget all the bad things afterwhile. The moon was like a fairy godmother, making me someone else for a little while. Sitting there I felt invincible and like anything is possible. I wanted to stare at the moon all night, but reality kicked in and told me that its time for the gazing to stop and so I started to fade right back into my life. My last thought as I turn around to leave, I said to myself, wow nothing last forever, not even a gaze.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Short Story.......

A Winter Walk 

     It was a white cold misty morning in the city of New Grove, Colorado. Everyone still tucked in bed, but i told myself that this was the perfect time to stroll the paths of the neverend woods. The trees whistled like chimes and made everything seem just right. As I was walking, I came across something quite strange. There in the whistled woods was an old lady dress all in black. I wouldn't normally think this is so strange, but she was starting at the night sky. I was very much intrigued, so i need a closer look. I found this rock to hide behind, and this rock was like marble stone cold as ice. When I had the chance to look up, instantly my breath was taken. There were these ghost like sheets with dangling feet, and I probably should be creeped out but they were just so mezmerising just like angels in the heavens. This sight was definitely the most amazing image I have ever seen. I just sat behind that marble stone like rock for what seemed like hours, and I was as still as roman statue.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Songs as Poetry

For my song i chose Ludacris's "Runway Love" song.

Verse #1
  Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight
Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Poem from POETS.ORG

I chose "Unifinished Poem" by Shirley Kaufman. I chose this poem because i really liked the title. Having the word unfinished caught my attention and made me wanna read it. When i read it i thought it was cleverly written and make sense. I really like this poem by Ms. Kaufman.


"We live on a holy mountain
where the crows and the Crown Plaza
rise higher than our expectations
and the golden dome is only
a restored reflection 
of the absolute.
All night the bodies of prophets 
break out of the clouds
calling, "Doom, doom."
Like the carp we bring home 
from the market, our lives 
are wrapped up in newsprint.
My friend says she'd like to
cut off her head and let all
the Jewish history run out.
We lift weights together 
twice a week to increase  
our bone density." 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

6 word Memoir

Eternally riding waves. Constantly checking timer.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Transformations-Question #24

Question #24

"The Maiden Without Hands" ends with three metaphors for the silver hands: " a kind of purple heart / a talisman / a yellow star."   What is the significance of these metaphors? ( think world war II)

The metaphors are significant because the way the king uses them. The metaphors represent an award or token for being hurt and surviving. In war if you are wounded or killed you are given the purple heart. When the king married his handless wife, he gave her silver hands that he had made for her. When he came home from war and saw her hands had grown back, he kept those silver hands as like a token to remember what has happen and what his wife has overcome. The silver hands represent bravery and honor, so he polishes them everyday.

Grimm and Anne Sexton


BRIAR ROSE

A king and queen once upon a time reigned in a country a great way off, where there were in those days fairies. Now this king and queen had plenty of money, and plenty of fine clothes to wear, and plenty of good things to eat and drink, and a coach to ride out in every day: but though they had been married many years they had no children, and this grieved them very much indeed. But one day as the queen was walking by the side of the river, at the bottom of the garden, she saw a poor little fish, that had thrown itself out of the water, and lay gasping and nearly dead on the bank. Then the queen took pity on the little fish, and threw it back again into the river; and before it swam away it lifted its head out of the water and said, 'I know what your wish is, and it shall be fulfilled, in return for your kindness to me—you will soon have a daughter.' What the little fish had foretold soon came to pass; and the queen had a little girl, so very beautiful that the king could not cease looking on it for joy, and said he would hold a great feast and make merry, and show the child to all the land. So he asked his kinsmen, and nobles, and friends, and neighbours. But the queen said, 'I will have the fairies also, that they might be kind and good to our little daughter.' Now there were thirteen fairies in the kingdom; but as the king and queen had only twelve golden dishes for them to eat out of, they were forced to leave one of the fairies without asking her. So twelve fairies came, each with a high red cap on her head, and red shoes with high heels on her feet, and a long white wand in her hand: and after the feast was over they gathered round in a ring and gave all their best gifts to the little princess. One gave her goodness, another beauty, another riches, and so on till she had all that was good in the world.
Just as eleven of them had done blessing her, a great noise was heard in the courtyard, and word was brought that the thirteenth fairy was come, with a black cap on her head, and black shoes on her feet, and a broomstick in her hand: and presently up she came into the dining-hall. Now, as she had not been asked to the feast she was very angry, and scolded the king and queen very much, and set to work to take her revenge. So she cried out, 'The king's daughter shall, in her fifteenth year, be wounded by a spindle, and fall down dead.' Then the twelfth of the friendly fairies, who had not yet given her gift, came forward, and said that the evil wish must be fulfilled, but that she could soften its mischief; so her gift was, that the king's daughter, when the spindle wounded her, should not really die, but should only fall asleep for a hundred years.
However, the king hoped still to save his dear child altogether from the threatened evil; so he ordered that all the spindles in the kingdom should be bought up and burnt. But all the gifts of the first eleven fairies were in the meantime fulfilled; for the princess was so beautiful, and well behaved, and good, and wise, that everyone who knew her loved her.
It happened that, on the very day she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home, and she was left alone in the palace. So she roved about by herself, and looked at all the rooms and chambers, till at last she came to an old tower, to which there was a narrow staircase ending with a little door. In the door there was a golden key, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there sat an old lady spinning away very busily. 'Why, how now, good mother,' said the princess; 'what are you doing there?' 'Spinning,' said the old lady, and nodded her head, humming a tune, while buzz! went the wheel. 'How prettily that little thing turns round!' said the princess, and took the spindle and began to try and spin. But scarcely had she touched it, before the fairy's prophecy was fulfilled; the spindle wounded her, and she fell down lifeless on the ground.
However, she was not dead, but had only fallen into a deep sleep; and the king and the queen, who had just come home, and all their court, fell asleep too; and the horses slept in the stables, and the dogs in the court, the pigeons on the house-top, and the very flies slept upon the walls. Even the fire on the hearth left off blazing, and went to sleep; the jack stopped, and the spit that was turning about with a goose upon it for the king's dinner stood still; and the cook, who was at that moment pulling the kitchen-boy by the hair to give him a box on the ear for something he had done amiss, let him go, and both fell asleep; the butler, who was slyly tasting the ale, fell asleep with the jug at his lips: and thus everything stood still, and slept soundly.
A large hedge of thorns soon grew round the palace, and every year it became higher and thicker; till at last the old palace was surrounded and hidden, so that not even the roof or the chimneys could be seen. But there went a report through all the land of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose (for so the king's daughter was called): so that, from time to time, several kings' sons came, and tried to break through the thicket into the palace. This, however, none of them could ever do; for the thorns and bushes laid hold of them, as it were with hands; and there they stuck fast, and died wretchedly.
After many, many years there came a king's son into that land: and an old man told him the story of the thicket of thorns; and how a beautiful palace stood behind it, and how a wonderful princess, called Briar Rose, lay in it asleep, with all her court. He told, too, how he had heard from his grandfather that many, many princes had come, and had tried to break through the thicket, but that they had all stuck fast in it, and died. Then the young prince said, 'All this shall not frighten me; I will go and see this Briar Rose.' The old man tried to hinder him, but he was bent upon going.
Now that very day the hundred years were ended; and as the prince came to the thicket he saw nothing but beautiful flowering shrubs, through which he went with ease, and they shut in after him as thick as ever. Then he came at last to the palace, and there in the court lay the dogs asleep; and the horses were standing in the stables; and on the roof sat the pigeons fast asleep, with their heads under their wings. And when he came into the palace, the flies were sleeping on the walls; the spit was standing still; the butler had the jug of ale at his lips, going to drink a draught; the maid sat with a fowl in her lap ready to be plucked; and the cook in the kitchen was still holding up her hand, as if she was going to beat the boy.
Then he went on still farther, and all was so still that he could hear every breath he drew; till at last he came to the old tower, and opened the door of the little room in which Briar Rose was; and there she lay, fast asleep on a couch by the window. She looked so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her, so he stooped down and gave her a kiss. But the moment he kissed her she opened her eyes and awoke, and smiled upon him; and they went out together; and soon the king and queen also awoke, and all the court, and gazed on each other with great wonder. And the horses shook themselves, and the dogs jumped up and barked; the pigeons took their heads from under their wings, and looked about and flew into the fields; the flies on the walls buzzed again; the fire in the kitchen blazed up; round went the jack, and round went the spit, with the goose for the king's dinner upon it; the butler finished his draught of ale; the maid went on plucking the fowl; and the cook gave the boy the box on his ear.
And then the prince and Briar Rose were married, and the wedding feast was given; and they lived happily together all their lives long.

I believe Anne Sexton chose "Briar Rose" to transform because it is a typical fairy tale and she found a way to make it dark and ominous. Sexton had over two hundred of Grimm's fairy tales to choose from but "Briar Rose" was a very well known fairy tale and I think she chose it for that reason. 

Friday, January 13, 2012

William Blake's " Auguries of Innocence"

Stanza:   "The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
               Keeps the human soul from care.
               The lamd misus'd breeds public strife,
               And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

In Blake's "Auguries of Innocence" , he talks about different animals and people and the things that they do sometimes take awayothers innocence by death or hurt. In the stanza I chose he's talking about the deer being in their environment roaming around their land and humans with guns shooting with out care. Blake's use of lamb being misused as food for the public and the butcher being the one who chopped up the lamb to be sold. Blake uses metaphors to convey his meaning.
     
      Ex.  "wild deer, wand;ring here and there,
              keeps the human from care"
... is like saying hunters dont hesitate shooting in their game.

              "lam misu'd...........
               ...... the butcher's knife"
... is like saying the butcher chopped up the lamb to sell as food.