Thursday, October 30, 2008
A Film of Lesser Quality
Die Hard 4... What a waste of life. The only thing that kept my eyes squinting at this film and all of its horridity was the damsel. She is uncommonly attractive to say the least. But she is not enough for me to call this film anything more than terrible. John McClane (Bruce Willis) is even more stereotypical than in his first three films and he has also become rather invincible. He beats out James Bond by far in terms of bullet dodging and liveliness after a merciless beating. This fakey as ever character isn't so much dying hard as never dying. If you want to watch a movie that is full of angering unrealism with a protagonist that has a knack for coming up with the dumbest and cockiest one-liners, indulge.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Playing with Poetry
Rhythm - the recurrence of stressed and unstressed syllables
Rhyme - the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal
Alliteration - the repetition of identical or similar consonant sounds, normally at the beginnings of words
Anaphora - repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences
Consonance - the repetition of similar consonant sounds in a group of words
Assonance - the repetition of identical or similar vowel sounds
On The Road Again
Traveling in this box of titanium
With gases shifting in my cranium
Alone with old tunes and a broken pedal
I sit and steer, it's nothing special
I swerve to miss as I'm lost in moments passed
As the wipers clear tears from such sad glass
Upon the roads ahead these lights shine so bright
When my mind wants to relive the night
While you left this place to a noiseless uproar
My heart is on the dashboard, sore for more
Rhyme - the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal
Alliteration - the repetition of identical or similar consonant sounds, normally at the beginnings of words
Anaphora - repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences
Consonance - the repetition of similar consonant sounds in a group of words
Assonance - the repetition of identical or similar vowel sounds
On The Road Again
Traveling in this box of titanium
With gases shifting in my cranium
Alone with old tunes and a broken pedal
I sit and steer, it's nothing special
I swerve to miss as I'm lost in moments passed
As the wipers clear tears from such sad glass
Upon the roads ahead these lights shine so bright
When my mind wants to relive the night
While you left this place to a noiseless uproar
My heart is on the dashboard, sore for more
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
October 7th Blog
The Gateways
My eyes meet themselves in the shimmer
They don't dance,
They don't mingle,
They stand motionless
Each one is waiting for the others,
For them to step out of respective sockets
To show something unseen
They've been acquainted before,
For seldom one is unacquainted with oneself,
But they stare as if at a stranger
As if the life is not in the ear, or
The nose, or
The lips, or
The fingertips,
But instead in the inside of eyes,
The sights with which we try to glance
In which we question
For the truth,
The belief,
Is only a rock
If they see its texture as white and black
But what knowledge does a rock contain?
None but what lies beneath it.
My eyes meet themselves in the shimmer
They don't dance,
They don't mingle,
They stand motionless
Each one is waiting for the others,
For them to step out of respective sockets
To show something unseen
They've been acquainted before,
For seldom one is unacquainted with oneself,
But they stare as if at a stranger
As if the life is not in the ear, or
The nose, or
The lips, or
The fingertips,
But instead in the inside of eyes,
The sights with which we try to glance
In which we question
For the truth,
The belief,
Is only a rock
If they see its texture as white and black
But what knowledge does a rock contain?
None but what lies beneath it.
Love is like a...
Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, --
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched!
Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! --
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, --
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, --
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
I believe that the author that this poem is about how the speaker feels about his/her loss of love. Once he/she has lost love, there lies an inevitable battle inside between still loving the ex or hating him/her. The speaker talks about the uselessness of crying over it but also about how good he/she felt when love was there, and how miserable life is now.
The metaphor in this poem is that the speaker is seeing his/her loss of love as a lonely night filled with unwanted memories. Dreams of love passes and he/she doesn't want them, for he/she wants to forget about ever loving the other person. But this love brought so much comfort, and on such a scary, lonely night, it's this comfort that he/she needs. Wallowing in love and hatred, he/she is left to loneliness.
Love is like the sky. You can hate for its rain and snow, but you'll always have the sunset to bring you back to happiness. In life, there will always be disagreements and problems between people. When two people are in love, they will still share troubles, but there will always be that special something there that created and shaped their love for each other in the first place.
The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, --
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched!
Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! --
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort, --
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter, --
Ah, it is good to feel you there!
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoems.asp
I believe that the author that this poem is about how the speaker feels about his/her loss of love. Once he/she has lost love, there lies an inevitable battle inside between still loving the ex or hating him/her. The speaker talks about the uselessness of crying over it but also about how good he/she felt when love was there, and how miserable life is now.
The metaphor in this poem is that the speaker is seeing his/her loss of love as a lonely night filled with unwanted memories. Dreams of love passes and he/she doesn't want them, for he/she wants to forget about ever loving the other person. But this love brought so much comfort, and on such a scary, lonely night, it's this comfort that he/she needs. Wallowing in love and hatred, he/she is left to loneliness.
Love is like the sky. You can hate for its rain and snow, but you'll always have the sunset to bring you back to happiness. In life, there will always be disagreements and problems between people. When two people are in love, they will still share troubles, but there will always be that special something there that created and shaped their love for each other in the first place.
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