"Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come."
In the poem Uphill by Christina Rossetti, these two lines seem to clinch my thought that the road uphill is the symbol for Christianity. That there is a bed, and there is room and rest for all who choose that road that winds all the way up (first line, Uphill, Rossetti). And along the way we shall find some rest and comfort and we will meet "Those who have gone before." (Rossetti pg611) Also, this is a road which we must work on "From morn to night, my friend."(Rossetti pg610)
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Blog Party Publicity
Technology and Kids
I am doing research on whether or not technology, such as IMing and text, is affecting our youths ability to spell, read, write and use correct grammar. Do you feel that shortcuts such as ROFL and BRB (there are hundreds of examples) pay a disadvantage to the learning mind? How do you feel about the over-exposure of technology used by kids?
Your feedback is much appreciated! I need as many comments on this issue as I can get. Thank you!
I am doing research on whether or not technology, such as IMing and text, is affecting our youths ability to spell, read, write and use correct grammar. Do you feel that shortcuts such as ROFL and BRB (there are hundreds of examples) pay a disadvantage to the learning mind? How do you feel about the over-exposure of technology used by kids?
Your feedback is much appreciated! I need as many comments on this issue as I can get. Thank you!
Blog 12--Epigram
In reading about all of the different kinds of poems I like the Epigram the most. An Epigram is a short poem ending in a witty turn of thought. Most of the ones I have read have a comical twist. They are clever and easy to remember.
Epitaph on a dentist
-Anonymous
Stranger, approach this spot with gravity;
John Brown is filling his last cavity.
When I read the first line I think of the angel of death floating down from the sky. In the second line we learn that a soon-to-be-dead victim is dentist John Brown. He is filling his last cavity while Mr. Death is getting ready for him.
Epitaph on a dentist
-Anonymous
Stranger, approach this spot with gravity;
John Brown is filling his last cavity.
When I read the first line I think of the angel of death floating down from the sky. In the second line we learn that a soon-to-be-dead victim is dentist John Brown. He is filling his last cavity while Mr. Death is getting ready for him.
Blog 11--When Maidens are Young
When maidens are young
-Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
When maidens are young, and in their spring,
Of pleasure, of pleasure let'em thake their full swing,
Full swing, full swing,
And love, and dance, and play and sing,
For Silvia believe it, when youth is done,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum.
"There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum."
These two lines that are exactly the same, lept out at me because I can relate to them. Who hasn't felt like they are working their life away? Well, the answer is the young. This poem is a warning for "Silvia" to enjoy life while she is young. "And love, and dance, and play, and sing," because "when youth is done," it is nothing but repetitive (the reason why the lines repeat) daily grind. Especially in the era of which this poem was written. I feel like even though this poem was written almost 400 years ago, woman can still relate to it.
-Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
When maidens are young, and in their spring,
Of pleasure, of pleasure let'em thake their full swing,
Full swing, full swing,
And love, and dance, and play and sing,
For Silvia believe it, when youth is done,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum.
"There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum,
There's nought but hum-drum, hum-drum, hum-drum."
These two lines that are exactly the same, lept out at me because I can relate to them. Who hasn't felt like they are working their life away? Well, the answer is the young. This poem is a warning for "Silvia" to enjoy life while she is young. "And love, and dance, and play, and sing," because "when youth is done," it is nothing but repetitive (the reason why the lines repeat) daily grind. Especially in the era of which this poem was written. I feel like even though this poem was written almost 400 years ago, woman can still relate to it.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Song Quote Response
"Surrounded by Your glory;
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus;
Or in awe of You be still?"
-Mercy Me
I love this song! I think it is amazing to think of myself in Heaven. This might be an odd thought for one who does not believe in God, but I love to think about it.
The words that leap out at me are "Surrounded" in the first line, and "still"in the last.
"Surrounded by Your glory" is an AMAZING thought. Gods glory all around me.
"Or in awe of You be still" to me is the most relatable by being completely surrounded by the most beautiful nature, and it is so beautiful that I just want to be completely still and quiet.
I have always really loved this song, but it also brought new meaning to me when it was played at my Grandpas funeral 4 years ago. It is a very beautiful and uplifting song.
Poem Paraphrasing
The Runner by Walt Whitman
On a flat road runs the well-train'd runner;
He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;
He is thinly clothed-he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists, and arms partially rais'd
I chose this poem because I am a runner. I have felt this poem in action.
Line One: To me, this line paints a nice picture. It is a nice run because its flat and he is well-trained. There is no sign of struggle on this run. I picture it is a relaxing run.
Line Two: He is lean and fit. He is a well-trained runner so his legs are muscular, but also when a runner is running, the leg muscles are really hard and working.
Line Three: He is thinly clothes which tells me that he is going a long distance or its warm, more than likely. He is leaning forward just a little so he is keeping his form. He is in it for the long haul.
Line Four: With lightly closed fists, because when you run you want to relax all your muscles and try to conserve your energy into the task at hand, which is running. You don't want to flex and put your hands in a tight fist because that will make your arms sore and it wastes energy. So, the proper and most relaxed form when running is this lightly closed fist and arms partially raised, bent at elbows. This guy definitely knows what he is doing when he runs. He seems to be out for a long relaxing run.
Found Poem or Haiku
I chose to do a Haiku because I think it is so cool how something so short can be so beautiful and keep a readers thoughts going long after the reading stops.
Waiting room waiting
to look upon the new face
miracle child.
Traditional Japanese Haiku follows the syllable pattern 5,7,5
Waiting room waiting
to look upon the new face
miracle child.
Traditional Japanese Haiku follows the syllable pattern 5,7,5
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Blog 6--Response to "The Gift of the Magi"
"And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house." (O. Henry page 162)
I actually really liked this story until I read this line. I feel like they were not foolish in getting the gifts for each other. They wanted to get wonderful gifts for each other, gifts that they knew the other would absolutely love. I think in this story they put their love for the other person above themselves. They both gave up the thing they loved most to get the other something they knew they would love. This is not foolish. It is called selflessness. Even when they had nothing, they figured out a way to give a gift that showed the other their love.
I actually really liked this story until I read this line. I feel like they were not foolish in getting the gifts for each other. They wanted to get wonderful gifts for each other, gifts that they knew the other would absolutely love. I think in this story they put their love for the other person above themselves. They both gave up the thing they loved most to get the other something they knew they would love. This is not foolish. It is called selflessness. Even when they had nothing, they figured out a way to give a gift that showed the other their love.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Blog Number 5-Freestyle
While Freestyle reading, I came upon "The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin. This is a story of tragedy, heartbreak, surprise, and more tragedy.
The story starts with Louises' sister, and her husbands long time friend. They both know that her husband has just died in a railroad disaster. They took time to assure it was him with a second coming of information before they relayed the news to his widowed wife Louise. She has a heart condition so they need to handle things as "softly" as possible.
After hearing the news and getting out the initial crys and shock, she retreats to her room alone, and locks the door. She sits in a chair facing her window go goes through a large scale of feelings from panic to laughter.She was feeling many different things. "There was something coming for her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and exclusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously." (pg 317, Chopin) It goes on to say,"Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body." (pg 317, Chopin) At this point I am wondering if she is dying.
Her sister beckons to her through the keyhole to come out. Louise and her sister start to head downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs is where Richards, the friend of the late husband, is standing. Just then they all hear a key insert into the front door ahead of them. The door opens and in walks Louises' husband. Turns out he was not involved in the railroad disaster and has no idea of it. It didn't matter. Louise was dead. Her heart gave out.
Was it her overwhelming joy, or the pain of her loss?...
The story starts with Louises' sister, and her husbands long time friend. They both know that her husband has just died in a railroad disaster. They took time to assure it was him with a second coming of information before they relayed the news to his widowed wife Louise. She has a heart condition so they need to handle things as "softly" as possible.
After hearing the news and getting out the initial crys and shock, she retreats to her room alone, and locks the door. She sits in a chair facing her window go goes through a large scale of feelings from panic to laughter.She was feeling many different things. "There was something coming for her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and exclusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously." (pg 317, Chopin) It goes on to say,"Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body." (pg 317, Chopin) At this point I am wondering if she is dying.
Her sister beckons to her through the keyhole to come out. Louise and her sister start to head downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs is where Richards, the friend of the late husband, is standing. Just then they all hear a key insert into the front door ahead of them. The door opens and in walks Louises' husband. Turns out he was not involved in the railroad disaster and has no idea of it. It didn't matter. Louise was dead. Her heart gave out.
Was it her overwhelming joy, or the pain of her loss?...
Quote Responce to "Miss Brill" by Katherine Mansfield
"Oh, how fascinating it was! How she enjoyed it! How she loved sitting here, watching it all! It was like a play! It was exactly like a play!"(pg 86, Mansfield)
Miss Brill is so hungry to be a part of something that when she realizes that her Sunday afternoons in the park remind her of a play, it bring her great joy. A play that everyone has a role in. That people would miss her if she didn't come sit in her special seat every Sunday. She is a part of this show! Thinking about all of these things she get emotional, thinking of all of the beauty of this productions brings a smile to her face. Even the sky looks painted to her just like a beautiful set. These Sundays are very important to her. She even puts time into what she wears on this day, "She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into its dim little eyes." (In reference to the fur she wore. pg 84, Mansfield) She much enjoyed this Sunday ritual.
I feel like Miss Brill is someone we all know. I have known several "Miss Brills" in my life. The lonely old lady type, that is thirsty for any conversation and purpose, and would get all dolled up just to go out and get the mail. I feel like this is why I feel so sorry for her at the end, its because I feel like I know her.
I do think the young couple at the end hurt her feelings. When she was putting her fur away, "She unclasped the necklet quickly; quickly, without looking, laid it inside" (pg 87, Mansfield) I think she was ashamed of it or felt silly about it. It certainly was not put away with as much care as it was taken out.
Miss Brill is so hungry to be a part of something that when she realizes that her Sunday afternoons in the park remind her of a play, it bring her great joy. A play that everyone has a role in. That people would miss her if she didn't come sit in her special seat every Sunday. She is a part of this show! Thinking about all of these things she get emotional, thinking of all of the beauty of this productions brings a smile to her face. Even the sky looks painted to her just like a beautiful set. These Sundays are very important to her. She even puts time into what she wears on this day, "She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into its dim little eyes." (In reference to the fur she wore. pg 84, Mansfield) She much enjoyed this Sunday ritual.
I feel like Miss Brill is someone we all know. I have known several "Miss Brills" in my life. The lonely old lady type, that is thirsty for any conversation and purpose, and would get all dolled up just to go out and get the mail. I feel like this is why I feel so sorry for her at the end, its because I feel like I know her.
I do think the young couple at the end hurt her feelings. When she was putting her fur away, "She unclasped the necklet quickly; quickly, without looking, laid it inside" (pg 87, Mansfield) I think she was ashamed of it or felt silly about it. It certainly was not put away with as much care as it was taken out.
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