Poetry Rationale and Proposal Statement
My objective for my poetry creative presentation will be to present a poster which has pictures that illustrate the poem. I plan to draw a picture for each poem that expresses the theme of each poem, and place them on a poster. On each picture I will write the poem itself so that the reader can both read the poem and examine the picture at the same time. I will choose this method because mainly I want the reader’s to clearly understand the poem fully. Even if I am not present to explain my poem, my illustrations will make it easier for readers to understand what my poem is saying.
I think the main difficulty is the drawing portion itself. I am not an artist, and drawing is one of many things that I find it hard to do. The main reason I am drawing a picture is to make my poem clearer for the readers. However, if I draw a horrible picture, an picture that is not related to the theme, and especially an picture that readers find it difficult to see what it is, then it will fail the objective of making a drawing poster. In order to prevent this, I will draw the picture with a pencil first so that when I make an mistake, I will be able to fix it right away. Also the important portion will be time management. Since I can’t draw a clear picture fast, I will have to start early and use my time wisely.
New aspects I discovered about poetry was that their was a variety of different poems. Before I thought even though there style might be different, I thought they had similar structure. However, I learned that theres many ways to write an poem, and each poem had specific traits. The fact that there were so many ways to write a poem made me more interested in poetry. It was like going into a buffe and finding all types of food. Before I hated poetry itself, but now I realize theres other ways to write a poem, and that made me motivated to write poems. Creativity is a great way to express your learning because each person has a unique imagination and a unique way to express what they learned.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Elegy poem
Mother
- Daniel Yang
The sadness do not pass
The tears do not drop.
For even though I know,
That I just lost something special.
Tis?is a rainy day,
The perfect day for an funeral.
Yet I cannot believe,
That all of this was happening.
Oh how wonderful was she
As a mother, a friend, a mentor
For she always stood by me
And did not let go of my hand.
At first I am in doubt,
For maybe its just a dream,
Until I feel the coldness in the hand
That was once the warm hand of my mothers
And I stand there in shock.
Not caring of the sound around me
But dive into a deep pool of sadness
As I watch her being buried down into nature.
What would I have done without her
What would I do without her.
I am afraid of the future
Where I won뭪 have her at my side.
Because of her I lived a meaningful life
Because of her I have succeed in the society
Because of her I was able to live
And because of her I am now in great loss.
The darkness do not disappear.
The moaning do not die.
For we all knew,
That we had just lost something special.
- Daniel Yang
The sadness do not pass
The tears do not drop.
For even though I know,
That I just lost something special.
Tis?is a rainy day,
The perfect day for an funeral.
Yet I cannot believe,
That all of this was happening.
Oh how wonderful was she
As a mother, a friend, a mentor
For she always stood by me
And did not let go of my hand.
At first I am in doubt,
For maybe its just a dream,
Until I feel the coldness in the hand
That was once the warm hand of my mothers
And I stand there in shock.
Not caring of the sound around me
But dive into a deep pool of sadness
As I watch her being buried down into nature.
What would I have done without her
What would I do without her.
I am afraid of the future
Where I won뭪 have her at my side.
Because of her I lived a meaningful life
Because of her I have succeed in the society
Because of her I was able to live
And because of her I am now in great loss.
The darkness do not disappear.
The moaning do not die.
For we all knew,
That we had just lost something special.
Monday, 1 February 2010
Free Verse BY Daniel Yang
In the cafeteria
My friend in the cafeteria
eating hamburgers and fries
with all those bacteria and germs floating around.
Then comes me, the smart one
I laugh at him and say, “YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!”
it started with a joke, and ended with violence.
My friend got angry at me
saying I misunderstood everything.
Then he asked other friends for help.
My other evil friends agreed with my friend,
until he started using violence.
V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E VIOLENCE.
He started grabbing my injured wrist, and shook it.
My other friends laughed hard, and so did I...
in pain of course.
He would not stop there. He went mad as a mad cow,
trying to destroy me.
All through that experience I laughed alot.
I hate my friend
I love my friend
Don’t get angry at me after reading this, my friend.
My friend in the cafeteria
eating hamburgers and fries
with all those bacteria and germs floating around.
Then comes me, the smart one
I laugh at him and say, “YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!”
it started with a joke, and ended with violence.
My friend got angry at me
saying I misunderstood everything.
Then he asked other friends for help.
My other evil friends agreed with my friend,
until he started using violence.
V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E VIOLENCE.
He started grabbing my injured wrist, and shook it.
My other friends laughed hard, and so did I...
in pain of course.
He would not stop there. He went mad as a mad cow,
trying to destroy me.
All through that experience I laughed alot.
I hate my friend
I love my friend
Don’t get angry at me after reading this, my friend.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
“The Waking” - Theodore Roethke
“The Waking” - Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
I think the theme of the poem relates to the nature of the world and appreciating life."Light takes the Tree" may refer to darkness when the sun sets (as fits with your interpretation. The line about the worm climbing the stair refers to a struggle against great odds.I think the poet is saying to take your time in life and to learn how to live your life as you go.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
I think the theme of the poem relates to the nature of the world and appreciating life."Light takes the Tree" may refer to darkness when the sun sets (as fits with your interpretation. The line about the worm climbing the stair refers to a struggle against great odds.I think the poet is saying to take your time in life and to learn how to live your life as you go.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Sonnet
Shakespearean sonnet 63Against my love shall be as I am now
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring:
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
This poem talks about how he will be forever young because of love. That is why I have a put a picture that describes love as forever. The rhyme scheme of this poem is a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-a-b-c-b-d-d. It has a total of 14 lines.
Monday, 25 January 2010
BALLAD
403. The Soldier’s Return: A Ballad by Robert Burns
WHEN wild war’s deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I’d been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a’ my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o’ Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach’d the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother’s dwelling!
And turn’d me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, “Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
That’s dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I’ve serv’d my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger.”
Sae wistfully she gaz’d on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo’ she, “A sodger ance I lo’ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge-the dear cockade,
Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t.”
She gaz’d—she redden’d like a rose—
Syne pale like only lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
“Art thou my ain dear Willie?”
“By him who made yon sun and sky!
By whom true love’s regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
“The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love,
And mair we’se ne’er be parted.”
Quo’ she, “My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come, my faithfu’ sodger lad,
Thou’rt welcome to it dearly!”
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger’s prize,
The sodger’s wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne’er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he’s his country’s stay,
In day and hour of danger.
This ballad was written in honor of soldiers who fight in war. Each stanza has 8 lines, and has the rhyme scheme of a-b-c-b-a-b-c-b. There aren't many repetition in this poem. This poem tells a story of the soldier who has fought for his country in honor, and his return to his family.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ
HOW CAN I
-Daniel Yang
How can I feel pain,
when I have no injuries.
How can I feel pain,
when I have nothing but memories.
Oh how I miss the past
where you would annoy me
until I spill out at last
and tell you secrets under the tree
How can I feel anger,
when you did nothing wrong,
How can I feel anger,
when it was all my fault all along
Oh how I will hate the future
and all your gossips of me that I overheard,
because tomorrow, we will see each other,
and walk away without saying a word.
And gentle peace returning,
Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I’d been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a’ my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o’ Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach’d the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother’s dwelling!
And turn’d me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, “Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
That’s dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I’ve serv’d my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger.”
Sae wistfully she gaz’d on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo’ she, “A sodger ance I lo’ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge-the dear cockade,
Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t.”
She gaz’d—she redden’d like a rose—
Syne pale like only lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
“Art thou my ain dear Willie?”
“By him who made yon sun and sky!
By whom true love’s regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
“The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love,
And mair we’se ne’er be parted.”
Quo’ she, “My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come, my faithfu’ sodger lad,
Thou’rt welcome to it dearly!”
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger’s prize,
The sodger’s wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne’er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he’s his country’s stay,
In day and hour of danger.
This ballad was written in honor of soldiers who fight in war. Each stanza has 8 lines, and has the rhyme scheme of a-b-c-b-a-b-c-b. There aren't many repetition in this poem. This poem tells a story of the soldier who has fought for his country in honor, and his return to his family.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ
HOW CAN I
-Daniel Yang
How can I feel pain,
when I have no injuries.
How can I feel pain,
when I have nothing but memories.
Oh how I miss the past
where you would annoy me
until I spill out at last
and tell you secrets under the tree
How can I feel anger,
when you did nothing wrong,
How can I feel anger,
when it was all my fault all along
Oh how I will hate the future
and all your gossips of me that I overheard,
because tomorrow, we will see each other,
and walk away without saying a word.
Monday, 18 January 2010
My Poem
Most Annoying Test in Highschool = M.A.T.H
by Daniel Yang
As I sit there with a pencil in my hand
I am lost in shame
I feel as though I am lost in a island,
because the only thing I could write on the paper is my name.
It’s the most annoying test in High school,
the test that can’t be aced,
for I am a mere fool
and the mistakes I will make won’t be able to be replaced.
I start with question one, the “easiest” one,
and feel as though its the end for me
The test has just begun
and I’m already guessing, hoping the answer is letter ‘b’
I somehow survive till the end,
feeling as though it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Feeling like my semester grade will ascend,
from an C to an B.
The next day, I was expecting a good mark.
Maybe this is the day I finally beat the smartest kid in my class, Jeff;
But when I get my test back, my face went dark.
Great, it’s just another F.
Reflection
Personally I enjoyed writing the poem. The hardest part for me was making the rhyme scheme. It was very difficult to follow the a,b,a,b pattern, but at the end, I was very satisfied in the end with how it came out. This poem was easy to write because we had a wide range of poems to choose from.
by Daniel Yang
As I sit there with a pencil in my hand
I am lost in shame
I feel as though I am lost in a island,
because the only thing I could write on the paper is my name.
It’s the most annoying test in High school,
the test that can’t be aced,
for I am a mere fool
and the mistakes I will make won’t be able to be replaced.
I start with question one, the “easiest” one,
and feel as though its the end for me
The test has just begun
and I’m already guessing, hoping the answer is letter ‘b’
I somehow survive till the end,
feeling as though it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Feeling like my semester grade will ascend,
from an C to an B.
The next day, I was expecting a good mark.
Maybe this is the day I finally beat the smartest kid in my class, Jeff;
But when I get my test back, my face went dark.
Great, it’s just another F.
Reflection
Personally I enjoyed writing the poem. The hardest part for me was making the rhyme scheme. It was very difficult to follow the a,b,a,b pattern, but at the end, I was very satisfied in the end with how it came out. This poem was easy to write because we had a wide range of poems to choose from.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
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Tuesday, 12 January 2010
1/12/09 Boring story -> Interesting
Boring story Nayeon Kim
I was so bored that I decided to go to a swimming pool. It was winter and it snowed. My parents thought that I was crazy but I thought it would be fun. I went there with my friends. They were funny. They told me jokes and told me about their boyfriends. The water in the swimming pool was warm but the weather was cold. We were hungry and ate hamburger. It was delicious. Then we saw some guys. They were handsome. We swam again and took a shower. We were tired. We went home. I felt sleepy and I slept in the bus. I went home and slept again. Then I woke up at noon.
Daniel’s version ------>
One day, I was sick of being bored that I ran down to the swimming pool. Considering that it was winter and it snowed, my parents thought I was mad, when I was thinking the complete opposite. I approached the swimming pool with my friends. They were hilarious when they joked about their boyfriends. The water that was contained in the swimming pool was very warm, but the weather outside was FREEZING. We were starving so we decided to chow down some hamburgers. It was no doubt very tasty. After, we caught a glimpse of some guys. They were smoking HOT. We raced through the water again, then we took a warm shower. After the swimming, we were very tired. We dragged ourself home. I felt myself warn out, and dozed off in the bus. I reached home, and then went back to my sleep. I finally crawled out of my room at noon.
I was so bored that I decided to go to a swimming pool. It was winter and it snowed. My parents thought that I was crazy but I thought it would be fun. I went there with my friends. They were funny. They told me jokes and told me about their boyfriends. The water in the swimming pool was warm but the weather was cold. We were hungry and ate hamburger. It was delicious. Then we saw some guys. They were handsome. We swam again and took a shower. We were tired. We went home. I felt sleepy and I slept in the bus. I went home and slept again. Then I woke up at noon.
Daniel’s version ------>
One day, I was sick of being bored that I ran down to the swimming pool. Considering that it was winter and it snowed, my parents thought I was mad, when I was thinking the complete opposite. I approached the swimming pool with my friends. They were hilarious when they joked about their boyfriends. The water that was contained in the swimming pool was very warm, but the weather outside was FREEZING. We were starving so we decided to chow down some hamburgers. It was no doubt very tasty. After, we caught a glimpse of some guys. They were smoking HOT. We raced through the water again, then we took a warm shower. After the swimming, we were very tired. We dragged ourself home. I felt myself warn out, and dozed off in the bus. I reached home, and then went back to my sleep. I finally crawled out of my room at noon.
Monday, 9 November 2009
PERSONAL REFLECTION
The two activities I need to engage will be creation and contemplative. I need to connect with God in nature, and I need to connect with God by doing great things. For nature, I guess I should visit more beautiful places such as the Grand Canyon. For doing great things, I should be more active in church or church events. I should go help out for the poor, and donate more. I guess the more activities I do for God, I would be able to get closer with him. As far as right now, I didn't feel that God was beside me or anything, so I believe I should try to be more active and visit more places.
Reflection #7
In the beginning of class, we looked at the "most interesting career" sheet as a group. I got 4 out of 10 right, and some of these jobs really surprised me. Then Mrs. Gunther showed us her favorite website about jobs. Overall, I really found this unit interesting. At first I thought it was boring and pointless, but as time passed, I thought this time was a great time for me to really think about my future. Soon I will graduate high school and go to college, and this unit gave me an opportunity to start thinking of what to do after high school.
Reflection #6
Today, Mrs Gunther came in and had a little speech ready for us. It was about our way of learning. I felt that I learned better sometimes by interacting with others, and sometimes by myself, depending on what type of lesson it was on. I guess I just like interacting with people, but when there are major assignments needed to be finished, I like to be alone and be serious.
Reflection #5
Today we went to a website called Naviance, and we took a personality and my learning style survey. I found these enjoyable and annoying at the same time. Enjoyable because just like I have mentioned before, I enjoy doing surveys that would predict my personality or my future. However, I found it annoying because there were sooooo many questions we had to answer. Also for the learning style survey, I was very annoyed because there were some questions where it was the opposite of what I just answered, and few that were identically the same.
Reflection #4
Today wasn't a very interesting day. Ms. Gunther weren't in the class with us, and those who didn't finish the booklet (which was the majority of people) had to finish it. I did finish it, and my results came out as to be a physician. Now this is the basic job I was aiming for, and I was kind of glad that I did get the job I wanted. Then we had some free time to work on our pink booklet or this funny survey. For the most of the time, I felt that this class wasn't a very interesting or active class, but I managed to get alot of my jobs done.
Daily Reflection #3
Today, we stopped looking at other's future example, and focused more on our future. We cut and paste out our values and pasted them in the order in which we thought valued more. I did this activity without thinking much, and didn't feel that this was an important task for me. Then we were given 2 booklets, one containing a survey questions that will tell which job fits us best, and the second book to search the result. We only had a few minutes left of class left, so we barely got to start on. I enjoy activities that predict my future, and I'm interested what the results will come out to be.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Daily Reflection #2
On today's lesson, Mrs Gunther talked about talent. We got the privilege to look at some of the problems our society faces on finding their talent. I believe that I have a problem too. I think of myself as someone who has no talent in any specific thing, but just OK at it. I sometimes have a inner conflict with myself about it. I feel I would rather be best at one thing, then just be ok at everything. As I was taught that we were thinking to modest or worried, I got the courage. I hope to find a talent someday.
Daily Reflection #1
Our first lesson was on choices. Mrs. Gunther talked about the everyday choices we made in our lives. At first I didn't notice these small things were choices we made because it was our daily habit. However as I got to think of my options more on the even simplest thing, it proved that we did make choices everyday of our lives. Also we were struck with the question of which future to choose: money, fame, or God. Honestly at this stage of my life, I feel that money would be the most important, as any other teenager might agree. However, I believe I would change as time passes and hope that God becomes my future.
Monday, 12 October 2009
Blog Assignment #10
This image, “American Gothic” shows a very strong voice for sadness in the picture. If you just look at the picture as a whole, it is just a picture of a married couple having a normal life and farm for living. However, if you analyze the specific details of it you could easily tell that it has a sad voice. First, the very obvious detail, is the couple’s facial expression. We can’t really tell if the grandpa is sad, just that he is not happy. The main detail we have to look at it is the grandma’s glare at him. She is obviously not happy, her facial expression and the way she looks at her husband tells us that she is not satisfied. Also, the background is another major portion of the voice. Even though it looks perfectly fine, the small dark smudges gives us a dark feeling, which is why we feel sadness in the voice of this painting.
This painting basically shows love. It is very obvious in the picture, because of many details. First the girl’s facial expression when she is getting kissed shows joy and peace. Also the background is decorated with flowers and bright colors. Also you could see that they are wrapped around a bright cloth. This shows joy in both of them and how they are not separate to one and another shows unity.
This painting is one of the most famous painting existing today. It is the “The Scream” by Edvard Munch. As you can tell from the background, the painting has a sort of a scary voice, and a confusing voice. Starting from the face and body line of the human, all the way to the background, it is all curvy. This gives us a sense that it is not really normal. Also the facial expression of the man shows that he is shocked, which gives a sense of fear in the voice.
This is another famous painting, “Weeping Woman” by Pablo Picasso. This also shows sadness voice in the image. Since the title of this painting is weeping woman, and the action she is showing we already know that she is sad. Her eyes and hand motion is a big clue as to why this painting shows sadness. Moving on to more specific details, we could see that her face is broken. This also symbolizes that her heart is broken showing the main sadness of the picture.
This is an painting portraying an tragic event. It is titled “The Slave Ship”, and it shows tragedy and sadness. If you look closely, there are many slaves on the sea dying. This was because the boat couldn’t hold them all due to the typhoon. The slaves get overthrown, and meat a tragic death. You could see the boat in the background, leaving, and gives the feeling that it is sorry for the slaves. Also, if you look more closely, you could see some slaves trying desperately to survive, which gives more sense of sadness.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Blog Assignment #9
Write a 1-2 paragraphs analyzing the author's perspective about voice. Do you agree or disagree? Why or why not?
In the article he shows what kind of tastes there are compares them to different tastes. For example, in pg 2, he gives a piece by E.B. White, and tells how descriptive the piece is. Then later he writes a similar piece with a different taste, which has a kind of brezzy taste. He compares the two and tells how horrible the second one sounds, having no sense of grammar and how the writer attempted to write in slang but only made it more horrible. The author refers to these as cliches.
After showing couple of examples such as the ones mentioned above, he tells how hard it is to get the right taste of sound. Also he mentiones not to be afraid of trying to immitate a author's taste, because eventually you will blend in and make your own kind of taste. Later on when you get used to it, then you should develop your own taste of voice, so that when a reader reads your piece, they could tell it is your style of writing. This means through out the process, you should come up with your own style that will be reconizable in every literature you write.
I think I agree with this statement. All of us, even if we don't really know it, have our own unique voice. That is why I'm sure teachers and professionals can tell when we are plagarizing. I think by having a unqiue voice that no one else has, it will make the literature more interesting to read. Also I believe that trying to use a type of voice that doesn't fit you will just make the story more terrible.
In the article he shows what kind of tastes there are compares them to different tastes. For example, in pg 2, he gives a piece by E.B. White, and tells how descriptive the piece is. Then later he writes a similar piece with a different taste, which has a kind of brezzy taste. He compares the two and tells how horrible the second one sounds, having no sense of grammar and how the writer attempted to write in slang but only made it more horrible. The author refers to these as cliches.
After showing couple of examples such as the ones mentioned above, he tells how hard it is to get the right taste of sound. Also he mentiones not to be afraid of trying to immitate a author's taste, because eventually you will blend in and make your own kind of taste. Later on when you get used to it, then you should develop your own taste of voice, so that when a reader reads your piece, they could tell it is your style of writing. This means through out the process, you should come up with your own style that will be reconizable in every literature you write.
I think I agree with this statement. All of us, even if we don't really know it, have our own unique voice. That is why I'm sure teachers and professionals can tell when we are plagarizing. I think by having a unqiue voice that no one else has, it will make the literature more interesting to read. Also I believe that trying to use a type of voice that doesn't fit you will just make the story more terrible.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Blog Assignment #8
1. What is voice? What makes a voice unique? How would you describe your writing voice?
A voice is the word that describes the sound that comes out of our mouth. Whenever we say something, we are using our voice to communicate with others. There are few things that varies the uniqueness of a voice. The tone of it, how loud is it, if you have any accent, etc. For example, my voice is very loud and deep. Even though some people might also have this characteristics, this is what makes my voice unique compared to the majority of people. In writing, we describe voice not by sound, but it varies depending on weather it ends with a period, question mark, or an exclamation mark. For example, if it is written "I am your King!", then we know that the person who's saying this quote will have a loud voice, as to when a question mark is added, it might change the voice into a softer tone.
2. Pretend you are an object in the classroom such desk, pencil, chair, the teacher's shoe, anything! Imagine yourself having a bad day as this object. Write a 500 word narrative describing your bad day from the object's perspective.
Object: Led Pencil
"Oh my gosh, this is already the FIFTH time!!!! The fifth time he broke a precious bone of mine. I mean doesn't he get it that if you put too much strength in my precious led it will break?! I mean, my bones aren't made of steels. *CRACK* THERE HE GOES AGAIN! That's it! I need to teach this boy a lesson on how to control his strength. Boy, you don't need to show off that you have strong arms, cause that wont matter if you spend all your money on led! *Sigh*, what am I thinking, this boy won't buy a new led. He'll just buy a new led-pencil to replace because to him, its all~~~ my fault. To him I'm the weird led-pencil that won't function very well. I've seen many people do that, but not this time! uhuh~ I am not going to sit around and let this boy break pieces of me for a whole day and just trash me in the bin. Boy you asked for it, now your getting it!! HAHA I see that weird look in your eyes thinking why isn't this dumb led-pencil working? Well it's your fault for messing with the wrong pencil, now I wont move a muscle to help you write. Oh I see what your thinking, its because there's no more led left. Well DUH cause you broke them all, but try all you want and I won't even twitch. Oh look, the time is almost up and yet you haven't even solved half of your geometry test. What are you going to do now? Yea that's right, feel that pain, feel the anger, that's what you get for blaming everything on me. Oh look, he's taking out another led pencil. Tsk Tsk, I feel sad for that pencil. Now he's going to blame everything on that pencil. Well I'll just relax and watch this idiot try to finish his test on time. Oh haha there goes the bell. Awwww he's sad he couldn't finish it. Well you should've shown me some respect then maybe I would've helped you. Now look at you all sad and... Hey! Why aren't you putting me back in the pencil case? Oh no now your going to lose me again... huh? not even the pocket? Whats wrong with him... Oh no! A trash can!!!! NO NO, BOY I'm SORRY!!!! Please not the Trash can! I'm so sorry!! No~~ No~~~noooo!!!!! *DUMP* "
A voice is the word that describes the sound that comes out of our mouth. Whenever we say something, we are using our voice to communicate with others. There are few things that varies the uniqueness of a voice. The tone of it, how loud is it, if you have any accent, etc. For example, my voice is very loud and deep. Even though some people might also have this characteristics, this is what makes my voice unique compared to the majority of people. In writing, we describe voice not by sound, but it varies depending on weather it ends with a period, question mark, or an exclamation mark. For example, if it is written "I am your King!", then we know that the person who's saying this quote will have a loud voice, as to when a question mark is added, it might change the voice into a softer tone.
2. Pretend you are an object in the classroom such desk, pencil, chair, the teacher's shoe, anything! Imagine yourself having a bad day as this object. Write a 500 word narrative describing your bad day from the object's perspective.
Object: Led Pencil
"Oh my gosh, this is already the FIFTH time!!!! The fifth time he broke a precious bone of mine. I mean doesn't he get it that if you put too much strength in my precious led it will break?! I mean, my bones aren't made of steels. *CRACK* THERE HE GOES AGAIN! That's it! I need to teach this boy a lesson on how to control his strength. Boy, you don't need to show off that you have strong arms, cause that wont matter if you spend all your money on led! *Sigh*, what am I thinking, this boy won't buy a new led. He'll just buy a new led-pencil to replace because to him, its all~~~ my fault. To him I'm the weird led-pencil that won't function very well. I've seen many people do that, but not this time! uhuh~ I am not going to sit around and let this boy break pieces of me for a whole day and just trash me in the bin. Boy you asked for it, now your getting it!! HAHA I see that weird look in your eyes thinking why isn't this dumb led-pencil working? Well it's your fault for messing with the wrong pencil, now I wont move a muscle to help you write. Oh I see what your thinking, its because there's no more led left. Well DUH cause you broke them all, but try all you want and I won't even twitch. Oh look, the time is almost up and yet you haven't even solved half of your geometry test. What are you going to do now? Yea that's right, feel that pain, feel the anger, that's what you get for blaming everything on me. Oh look, he's taking out another led pencil. Tsk Tsk, I feel sad for that pencil. Now he's going to blame everything on that pencil. Well I'll just relax and watch this idiot try to finish his test on time. Oh haha there goes the bell. Awwww he's sad he couldn't finish it. Well you should've shown me some respect then maybe I would've helped you. Now look at you all sad and... Hey! Why aren't you putting me back in the pencil case? Oh no now your going to lose me again... huh? not even the pocket? Whats wrong with him... Oh no! A trash can!!!! NO NO, BOY I'm SORRY!!!! Please not the Trash can! I'm so sorry!! No~~ No~~~noooo!!!!! *DUMP* "
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