Ok so I'm not much of a poet either but I chose to try my hand at the haiku. This is what I thought it was supposed to look like. I know it’s short but sometimes simple is better. So enjoy and hopefully it makes since. It’s called "homework"
Home work
It's sometimes difficult
like a puzzle with 1000 pieces
which has no corners!!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Poem Paraphrase
I'm chosing to paraphrase a pome of Elizabeth Bishop. Because i love fishing!!
The Fish
I caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn't fight.He hadn't fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapes like full-blown rosesstained and lost through age.He was speckled and barnacles,fine rosettes of lime,and infestedwith tiny white sea-lice,and underneath two or threerags of green weed hung down.While his gills were breathing inthe terrible oxygen--the frightening gills,fresh and crisp with blood,that can cut so badly--I thought of the coarse white fleshpacked in like feathers,the big bones and the little bones,the dramatic reds and blacksof his shiny entrails,and the pink swim-bladderlike a big peony.I looked into his eyeswhich were far larger than minebut shallower, and yellowed,the irises backed and packedwith tarnished tinfoilseen through the lensesof old scratched isinglass.They shifted a little, but notto return my stare.--It was more like the tippingof an object toward the light.I admired his sullen face,the mechanism of his jaw,and then I sawthat from his lower lip--if you could call it a lipgrim, wet, and weaponlike,hung five old pieces of fish-line,or four and a wire leaderwith the swivel still attached,with all their five big hooksgrown firmly in his mouth.A green line, frayed at the endwhere he broke it, two heavier lines,and a fine black threadstill crimped from the strain and snapwhen it broke and he got away.Like medals with their ribbonsfrayed and wavering,a five-haired beard of wisdomtrailing from his aching jaw.I stared and staredand victory filled upthe little rented boat,from the pool of bilgewhere oil had spread a rainbowaround the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange,the sun-cracked thwarts,the oarlocks on their strings,the gunnels--until everythingwas rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!And I let the fish go.
I really like this one because of its truthfulness. I believe the person talking in this poem about the fish is stating their awness towards its history. She starts out by explaining the fish, which she does a great job of. Then she talks about all the things that she sees in the fish. It helps create a great visual!! but I think what she is getting at is that she has so much respect for this fish that has made it this far almost like a war vet. That she has to let it go because it deserves to be in an appropriate setting. So she caught it admired it then "Let it go" awesome, in fact I would probably do the same thing after reeling in something as beautiful as that!!
The Fish
I caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn't fight.He hadn't fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapes like full-blown rosesstained and lost through age.He was speckled and barnacles,fine rosettes of lime,and infestedwith tiny white sea-lice,and underneath two or threerags of green weed hung down.While his gills were breathing inthe terrible oxygen--the frightening gills,fresh and crisp with blood,that can cut so badly--I thought of the coarse white fleshpacked in like feathers,the big bones and the little bones,the dramatic reds and blacksof his shiny entrails,and the pink swim-bladderlike a big peony.I looked into his eyeswhich were far larger than minebut shallower, and yellowed,the irises backed and packedwith tarnished tinfoilseen through the lensesof old scratched isinglass.They shifted a little, but notto return my stare.--It was more like the tippingof an object toward the light.I admired his sullen face,the mechanism of his jaw,and then I sawthat from his lower lip--if you could call it a lipgrim, wet, and weaponlike,hung five old pieces of fish-line,or four and a wire leaderwith the swivel still attached,with all their five big hooksgrown firmly in his mouth.A green line, frayed at the endwhere he broke it, two heavier lines,and a fine black threadstill crimped from the strain and snapwhen it broke and he got away.Like medals with their ribbonsfrayed and wavering,a five-haired beard of wisdomtrailing from his aching jaw.I stared and staredand victory filled upthe little rented boat,from the pool of bilgewhere oil had spread a rainbowaround the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange,the sun-cracked thwarts,the oarlocks on their strings,the gunnels--until everythingwas rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!And I let the fish go.
I really like this one because of its truthfulness. I believe the person talking in this poem about the fish is stating their awness towards its history. She starts out by explaining the fish, which she does a great job of. Then she talks about all the things that she sees in the fish. It helps create a great visual!! but I think what she is getting at is that she has so much respect for this fish that has made it this far almost like a war vet. That she has to let it go because it deserves to be in an appropriate setting. So she caught it admired it then "Let it go" awesome, in fact I would probably do the same thing after reeling in something as beautiful as that!!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
free style
A picture is worth a thousand words.
I always found this phrase to be interesting. I believe a picture can be worth a thousand words but depending on how you look at it. If you’re saying this from artistic perspective I believe that it can be very true. Even if you think or say you’re not a good drawler, what you can put on paper is truly from your imagination. It can make your imagination come true. It can be worth a thousand words because you can simplify a thousand words into one picture.
Now there is the picture from a camera way of thinking about this. Some people are very good at this and can make it seem like a thousand words but it can also be worth nothing. Sometimes the camera doesn’t function right and you get that blurry picture. Where do you go with that?
I guess its always personal preference and how creative you can be. For me I think picture say a lot whether it’s good or bad.
I always found this phrase to be interesting. I believe a picture can be worth a thousand words but depending on how you look at it. If you’re saying this from artistic perspective I believe that it can be very true. Even if you think or say you’re not a good drawler, what you can put on paper is truly from your imagination. It can make your imagination come true. It can be worth a thousand words because you can simplify a thousand words into one picture.
Now there is the picture from a camera way of thinking about this. Some people are very good at this and can make it seem like a thousand words but it can also be worth nothing. Sometimes the camera doesn’t function right and you get that blurry picture. Where do you go with that?
I guess its always personal preference and how creative you can be. For me I think picture say a lot whether it’s good or bad.
Quote respons Week 3
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? (O. Henery 167)
I chose this response because of its undeniable truth. First off I really enjoyed the story. It reminded me of the good we try to do for our loved ones.
This quote shows what the majority of us do around Christmas time. Not necessarily cut our hair off but go to certain lengths to make sure we can show how much we care by doing what it takes to give to the ones we care about. She wanted so desperately to give him a gift that she cut her hair off for the money. My personal experience with Christmas and giving is similar to this. I didn't cut my hair off but I wanted my mom to have a cool present because she had done so much for me. We had a store that sold used jewelry and I didn't have enough to get the necklace I thought she would like. All I needed was 10 more dollars which was a lot to me back then. The only thing I could think of was the basketball shoes that my mom had just bought for me. So I sold them for 10 dollars anyway. Of course I got in trouble but it didn't matter because that wasn't the purpose behind the gift.
This story represents the need to please our loved ones with gift and the hope that it means a lot to them. I think it’s great.
I chose this response because of its undeniable truth. First off I really enjoyed the story. It reminded me of the good we try to do for our loved ones.
This quote shows what the majority of us do around Christmas time. Not necessarily cut our hair off but go to certain lengths to make sure we can show how much we care by doing what it takes to give to the ones we care about. She wanted so desperately to give him a gift that she cut her hair off for the money. My personal experience with Christmas and giving is similar to this. I didn't cut my hair off but I wanted my mom to have a cool present because she had done so much for me. We had a store that sold used jewelry and I didn't have enough to get the necklace I thought she would like. All I needed was 10 more dollars which was a lot to me back then. The only thing I could think of was the basketball shoes that my mom had just bought for me. So I sold them for 10 dollars anyway. Of course I got in trouble but it didn't matter because that wasn't the purpose behind the gift.
This story represents the need to please our loved ones with gift and the hope that it means a lot to them. I think it’s great.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Freestyle week 2
This freestyle writing isn't about a book but a quote that somebody said on a video i was watching at work the other day.
"we limit ourselves to only do the minimum, when you achieve the maximum you then will start your life"
I understand this may be a bit confusing when you don't really know what he is talking about, but I work at the outdoor program and I put a rock climbing video in to fill noise in the background because it was really slow in there the other day. This video had to do with exploring different parts of the earth to find rock-climbing spots.
This quote came into play when he was talking about how he loves life because he pushes his limits. I think he was implying that nobody lives until they find out what they are truly capable of. This is something I am a strong believer in. I really don’t like the word I can’t. There is something that makes me cringe when I hear that.
I feel that this is applied in everyday life. This can apply not only in the outside world but with inside things such as reading. If you read the same kind of books you tend to become familiar with a one set mind and don’t become well rounded in other areas. This can also be a crucial personal skill.
I think more people should push their limits and really find out who they are. I really like this quote because it’s something that can really motivate a person, well me at least!!
"we limit ourselves to only do the minimum, when you achieve the maximum you then will start your life"
I understand this may be a bit confusing when you don't really know what he is talking about, but I work at the outdoor program and I put a rock climbing video in to fill noise in the background because it was really slow in there the other day. This video had to do with exploring different parts of the earth to find rock-climbing spots.
This quote came into play when he was talking about how he loves life because he pushes his limits. I think he was implying that nobody lives until they find out what they are truly capable of. This is something I am a strong believer in. I really don’t like the word I can’t. There is something that makes me cringe when I hear that.
I feel that this is applied in everyday life. This can apply not only in the outside world but with inside things such as reading. If you read the same kind of books you tend to become familiar with a one set mind and don’t become well rounded in other areas. This can also be a crucial personal skill.
I think more people should push their limits and really find out who they are. I really like this quote because it’s something that can really motivate a person, well me at least!!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Entry 4 Quote response
Quote
""Why does she come here at all, who wants her? Why doesn't she keep her silly old mug at home?" (Mansfield, 86)
Response
Ultimately I feel like it was a good story. But frustrating in the fact that it’s a little sad to see this older women go through her life as naive as she is and not realize what’s going on. Well I guess she might not choose to realize what is going on? Ha ha....
I think that I chose this quote because it’s a little disheartening. We are given this picture of "Miss Brill" that is quite sad. I think we are given this understanding of Miss Brill so we can almost sympathize on a personal level with her. At least that’s what it felt like to me. Even though the people in the story aren't looking at her from a reader’s perspective it’s hard to understand why anyone would say this about her. I mean all she is trying to do is give herself a life. After all she has nobody!! I’m glad that she was able to create her on little reality. Or set the stage for herself. Now I understand that that she may have sat and judged a little and seemed out of place to most people but I would think that sometimes we need people like this around!
""Why does she come here at all, who wants her? Why doesn't she keep her silly old mug at home?" (Mansfield, 86)
Response
Ultimately I feel like it was a good story. But frustrating in the fact that it’s a little sad to see this older women go through her life as naive as she is and not realize what’s going on. Well I guess she might not choose to realize what is going on? Ha ha....
I think that I chose this quote because it’s a little disheartening. We are given this picture of "Miss Brill" that is quite sad. I think we are given this understanding of Miss Brill so we can almost sympathize on a personal level with her. At least that’s what it felt like to me. Even though the people in the story aren't looking at her from a reader’s perspective it’s hard to understand why anyone would say this about her. I mean all she is trying to do is give herself a life. After all she has nobody!! I’m glad that she was able to create her on little reality. Or set the stage for herself. Now I understand that that she may have sat and judged a little and seemed out of place to most people but I would think that sometimes we need people like this around!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Reading week 1c quote-response
I'm choosing a passage from "A Rose for Emily" because of the humor, mystary, and irony that it adds to the story.
"I want some poison"
"Yes, Miss Emily. What kind? For rats and such? I'd recom-------"
"I want the best you have. I don’t care what kind"
"That will kill anything up to an elephant. but what you want is----"
"Arsenic, is that a good one?"
"Is...Arsenic?? Yes, ma'am. But what you want is----"
"I want arsenic." (Faulkner, 32)
I feel like this is a vital passage in "A Rose for Emily" because of the mystery it adds for the towns’ people, and in my case the mystery it gives the reader. Ever since Emily's childhood people had been trying to make her life their own. everyone always wanted to know what was going on at her house. She was a vary interesting addition to the town. This passage seemed to add to that interest.
I think that the key term that caught my eye in this part of the story is "Arsenic" most people don't take that word lightly. I mean we typically associate it with death or killing. But not just that word alone makes it interesting. It’s the timing that it’s used in the story. To make a long story short we find out that she loses her dad which was prominently the only man in her life and very painful for her. At least some would say it was hard on her. Then another man comes into her life. After the story goes on for a bit the towns people start to conspire that she had maybe ran him off. In comes the arsenic passage. This is the mystery of the whole thing. Did she buy it for rats or to make sure that another man was not going to leave her?
To me this seemed like a really important turn or twist in the story. I like reading books that make you read all the way through cause of a catch that they throw in the middle. This type of story really makes me use my imagination which to me is a very cool part to reading. The imagination!!
"I want some poison"
"Yes, Miss Emily. What kind? For rats and such? I'd recom-------"
"I want the best you have. I don’t care what kind"
"That will kill anything up to an elephant. but what you want is----"
"Arsenic, is that a good one?"
"Is...Arsenic?? Yes, ma'am. But what you want is----"
"I want arsenic." (Faulkner, 32)
I feel like this is a vital passage in "A Rose for Emily" because of the mystery it adds for the towns’ people, and in my case the mystery it gives the reader. Ever since Emily's childhood people had been trying to make her life their own. everyone always wanted to know what was going on at her house. She was a vary interesting addition to the town. This passage seemed to add to that interest.
I think that the key term that caught my eye in this part of the story is "Arsenic" most people don't take that word lightly. I mean we typically associate it with death or killing. But not just that word alone makes it interesting. It’s the timing that it’s used in the story. To make a long story short we find out that she loses her dad which was prominently the only man in her life and very painful for her. At least some would say it was hard on her. Then another man comes into her life. After the story goes on for a bit the towns people start to conspire that she had maybe ran him off. In comes the arsenic passage. This is the mystery of the whole thing. Did she buy it for rats or to make sure that another man was not going to leave her?
To me this seemed like a really important turn or twist in the story. I like reading books that make you read all the way through cause of a catch that they throw in the middle. This type of story really makes me use my imagination which to me is a very cool part to reading. The imagination!!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
about me
Well I guess I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Dustin Cloud I am 6'1'' and have a mustache that I am growing out for Halloween, which I can't wait to shave off by the way. It looks ridiculous. I am a transfer from Treasure Valley Community College where I received my AA in Drafting Technologies and also ran track for two years. This is my second year at EOU as well as running track. I am a business major and hope to finish up in the next two to three years. As far as hobbies, I feel like I'm in the right spot. I love to fish, hunt, rock climb, raft, and workout. I know that sound pretty typical for most people but this is really a great area for all of that.
I started reading when I was younger like most kids do. Usually just the required text that all kids learn in school. I never really read outside of the class, I think because I was so interested in the outdoors and spent most of my time there. In high school I really let reading go which was a bad idea because I still struggle to keep it up these days. When I do make a valid attempt to read I like to read the Bible. Just personal choice. It seems to keep me interested every time.
Well of the three people I interviewed one gave me mystery novels. She explained that she likes the intensity. As far as relating to me? I guess that the bible is a mystery for a lot of people. Ha Ha...not sure if that's a valid connection. The other two simply said "magazines" they also mentioned that they liked the pictures. Connection wise, not quit sure.
I started reading when I was younger like most kids do. Usually just the required text that all kids learn in school. I never really read outside of the class, I think because I was so interested in the outdoors and spent most of my time there. In high school I really let reading go which was a bad idea because I still struggle to keep it up these days. When I do make a valid attempt to read I like to read the Bible. Just personal choice. It seems to keep me interested every time.
Well of the three people I interviewed one gave me mystery novels. She explained that she likes the intensity. As far as relating to me? I guess that the bible is a mystery for a lot of people. Ha Ha...not sure if that's a valid connection. The other two simply said "magazines" they also mentioned that they liked the pictures. Connection wise, not quit sure.
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