So get out all my antagonism and affliction, bottled up within me, I go on the occasional bike ride. But, there were many precaution I had to take. To begin with, the horrendous helmet. Should I risk it? Hat hair could be a godawful decision, so put the helmet aside. Ensconce my rear end on the seat, pushed off the wet slick ground and took off. With the wind huffing and puffing in my face, it caused me to askance my eyes.
The slight rain drops were dancing in the atmosphere ever so lightly hitting my face. I still pedaled faster and faster soaring down the street, realizing that I'd have to eventually come back up the hellish and inhumane hill, but that didn't matter. I allowed my free spitired body pilot the way. Off to the trails!
I was flying down the aqueous pavement letting nature speak to me. Heal me in ways that cough syrup could not. Not only rejuvenating me physically but, mentally. I arrived, at the trail, seeking to find renewal in nature. I rode into the pathway entrance a strode into the civilized wilderness. The trees were so dark and tenebrous, touching the heavens. Birds caroling goodnight to one another. I kept riding searching for contest to my questions but today, I had not gotten any answers to my vexing inquiry but, I will someday. To end on a positive note, I had a lovely bike ride.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Extra Credit: Writing About Writing
While we were all writing that vigorous essay on theme, from To Kill a Mockingbird, I was stumbled across a poem I wrote in 8th grade.
In eighth grade, our block class was studying Edgar Allen Poe. The assignment was to create a piece of art, then write about it. I drew a heart on fire.I chose to express the picture in a poem. The poem "Twisted Love" was one of the most beautiful writing pieces I've ever proceduced in my writing career so far. The sense you got after reading it was mind blowing. The words were so meaningful and moving. I don't know how I wrote about love in such a powerful way, since I've never experience that kind of love before. This poem brought back so many thoughts. The issues I was going through in eighth grade, which now seem so small and petty. It showed me what passion I once had while writing this. I think now about why I'm not getting that feeling anymore when I write, why I'm not happy nor proud of what I do. What happened? This poem is helping me become that writer I was proud of, the writer where I care about what I’m writing about. Even though, I didn't have a good foundation for writing, I was still touched by what I wrote; I had an instinct that it was good. Writing has always been my way of expressing myself, the way I get out my feeling, and opinions, and somewhat sort out my thoughts, even when writing a book report. I think finding this poem, will truly bring back the wonderful writer I once was, possibly bring back the Adora, I once was.
It was started one cold and dreary Sunday night; Adora was sitting by the fireside, plowing through piles of papers hoping to find that draft on theme, from the book To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. As she sorted through the mountains of paper, a picture of a flaming heart caught her eye. She brought it close and found a poem attached. The poem was brilliant, it brought back memories Adora will never forget.
In eighth grade, our block class was studying Edgar Allen Poe. The assignment was to create a piece of art, then write about it. I drew a heart on fire.I chose to express the picture in a poem. The poem "Twisted Love" was one of the most beautiful writing pieces I've ever proceduced in my writing career so far. The sense you got after reading it was mind blowing. The words were so meaningful and moving. I don't know how I wrote about love in such a powerful way, since I've never experience that kind of love before. This poem brought back so many thoughts. The issues I was going through in eighth grade, which now seem so small and petty. It showed me what passion I once had while writing this. I think now about why I'm not getting that feeling anymore when I write, why I'm not happy nor proud of what I do. What happened? This poem is helping me become that writer I was proud of, the writer where I care about what I’m writing about. Even though, I didn't have a good foundation for writing, I was still touched by what I wrote; I had an instinct that it was good. Writing has always been my way of expressing myself, the way I get out my feeling, and opinions, and somewhat sort out my thoughts, even when writing a book report. I think finding this poem, will truly bring back the wonderful writer I once was, possibly bring back the Adora, I once was.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wuthering Heights
Wuthering Heights By Emily Bronte
A very boring name. So of all the books I could pick, I chose this one. But to my surprise, this novel is a romantic novel, one with lust and drama, love and spiral. When I read a book I want a book I can image myself in and fully devote myself to. I want to read a book where the character is 100% different from me, but the background and idea is realistic enough so I can become them, and change my own perspective and to be honest get away from all the crap I experience everyday.
The book Wutherung Heights, is the most confusing book an English speaking person could ever read. The language and dialogue is completely different than what is spoken now, in the 21st century. The activities and daily life, I find odd and unusual. But, I can't make a judgement of the book, yet, because I don't even know what its about!!! I'm at the part where your inductive reasoning* comes in and I, you think just maybe something is gonna finally happen.
Wuthering heights reminds a lot of the book, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.
These novels both had the same idea, forbidden love. In the beginning, the love is fun, new, and exciting then reality sets in and you factor in family, friends, and of course you own ambitions. Then, the love isn't fun anymore. It be comes dangerous and possibly deadly.
In the book, I'll be concentrating on the characters and there erratic behavior. All the character, this far in the book, are rude and cold. They are all morning for the past, and wishing and hoping they can change what was long ago, which sadly can't happen. For my creative project I'll be filming a video and writing a poem about the mysterious of love. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic!
* You'll understand, if your in geometry!
A very boring name. So of all the books I could pick, I chose this one. But to my surprise, this novel is a romantic novel, one with lust and drama, love and spiral. When I read a book I want a book I can image myself in and fully devote myself to. I want to read a book where the character is 100% different from me, but the background and idea is realistic enough so I can become them, and change my own perspective and to be honest get away from all the crap I experience everyday.
The book Wutherung Heights, is the most confusing book an English speaking person could ever read. The language and dialogue is completely different than what is spoken now, in the 21st century. The activities and daily life, I find odd and unusual. But, I can't make a judgement of the book, yet, because I don't even know what its about!!! I'm at the part where your inductive reasoning* comes in and I, you think just maybe something is gonna finally happen.
Wuthering heights reminds a lot of the book, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.
These novels both had the same idea, forbidden love. In the beginning, the love is fun, new, and exciting then reality sets in and you factor in family, friends, and of course you own ambitions. Then, the love isn't fun anymore. It be comes dangerous and possibly deadly.
In the book, I'll be concentrating on the characters and there erratic behavior. All the character, this far in the book, are rude and cold. They are all morning for the past, and wishing and hoping they can change what was long ago, which sadly can't happen. For my creative project I'll be filming a video and writing a poem about the mysterious of love. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic!
* You'll understand, if your in geometry!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Extending Theme
Not to sound cheesy or lame but, To Kill a Mockingbird was different to me, compared to any other novel, I've read. This is the first book that I've really looked at and studied. The first book where it’s meant more than the rest. The book that transcends to have a greater meaning. It certainly wasn't my favorite book but, a book I will never forget. It will be the novel, that the meaning I will carry with me forever, if I don't forget by the end of the year!
To begin with, the book brought me back to the "good ol' days". The time when ice sandwiches from the ice cream truck and playing in the sun was all day long. When, you and your brother were friends, who played Pokémon together and the occasional Barbie doll, instead of fighting for time in the bathroom. Was this Harper Lee's intention? To bring back memories of the "good ol' days"? While tying in important messages about race, gender and poverty? Why even right this book? I think without this book in my life, would I be different? Will anyone I know turn out different? I don't think so. If this book is just suppose to bring back a memory, that’s why I bought a camera.
Through this whole unit of To Kill a Mockingbird, The one character that doesn't quite make sense is Atticus. Even though he was the most interesting character of the book, what was Harper Lee's idea behind him being a "hands off" parent? I assume by the way the author portrayed his siblings they grew up wealthy and high-society of Maycomb. Then why is he not continuing that pattern? He could go along with many people of Maycomb and discriminate against the blacks, but he doesn't. Why does Atticus never remarry? Was this, yet again another hidden message Lee had? Atticus was the most different father figure I've ever read about, he is, to this date, one of my favorite though.
What you all been waiting for.... why did the story mean to me?
I was again another story about racism. It had a good plot, with twists and turns, but I will never forget it. Its simplicity and easygoing nature was what struck me. It was the first book I really looked at, with a different perspective. I don't know what this book means to me. But, all I know from what characters have experienced is that the process of being truthful with yourself and accepting you as well as your neighbor makes you grow.
To begin with, the book brought me back to the "good ol' days". The time when ice sandwiches from the ice cream truck and playing in the sun was all day long. When, you and your brother were friends, who played Pokémon together and the occasional Barbie doll, instead of fighting for time in the bathroom. Was this Harper Lee's intention? To bring back memories of the "good ol' days"? While tying in important messages about race, gender and poverty? Why even right this book? I think without this book in my life, would I be different? Will anyone I know turn out different? I don't think so. If this book is just suppose to bring back a memory, that’s why I bought a camera.
Through this whole unit of To Kill a Mockingbird, The one character that doesn't quite make sense is Atticus. Even though he was the most interesting character of the book, what was Harper Lee's idea behind him being a "hands off" parent? I assume by the way the author portrayed his siblings they grew up wealthy and high-society of Maycomb. Then why is he not continuing that pattern? He could go along with many people of Maycomb and discriminate against the blacks, but he doesn't. Why does Atticus never remarry? Was this, yet again another hidden message Lee had? Atticus was the most different father figure I've ever read about, he is, to this date, one of my favorite though.
What you all been waiting for.... why did the story mean to me?
I was again another story about racism. It had a good plot, with twists and turns, but I will never forget it. Its simplicity and easygoing nature was what struck me. It was the first book I really looked at, with a different perspective. I don't know what this book means to me. But, all I know from what characters have experienced is that the process of being truthful with yourself and accepting you as well as your neighbor makes you grow.
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