Monday, April 19, 2010
Reflection
Thank you to all of my classmates for making this a great experience!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Ira Glass
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Open Mic Night
Monday, March 29, 2010
85% of my opinion
Killing Yourself To Live
As far as using this book for future classes, I would say yes, but no as well. There were a few points in the book where I did not understand the references to the musicians he was speaking of, but it didn't make it difficult to understand what he was trying to get across to the reader.
If I were to give it a score from 1 - 10, I'd give it an 7.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Just one other thought....
Lately...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
My Poems
A cold wind blows loud
My hands shiver in my gloves
A cold wind cuts through
Free Verse
Fire burns like an inferno
Love kills like a gun
Dreams fade like the setting sun
Life continues with no concern
I thought of you until dawn
My heart on fire, my love almost gone
I continue on without you
My life already gone
Ode
Ode to summer
So warm and bright
Ode to fall
So crisp and colorful
Ode to winter
So magical and cold
Ode to spring
So new and promising
Concrete
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Post Secret
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Poem Needing Constructive Criticism
Even though she could not speak
I understood her every word
Even though she could not write
I read every word
Her eyes were her voice
Her heart was her hand
Even though she could not speak
I understood her every word
Monday, February 8, 2010
What's Up With That?!?!?
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Poetry Readings
I enjoyed reading this poem. I thought it was very interesting how the poet compared a women's pair of stockings to a man's desire to love her. It was surprising to read a poem like this, I have never read a poem that had slight sexual content. My favorite part of the poem is when the poet explains that he will not run or snag. I thought those lines were extremely clever and it really got the point across that he wanted to be a strong lover for this woman.
Sherman Alexie - Subway Song, Interrupted
What I gathered from this poem, was the first part and the last part was the subway itself. The subway rushing across the tracks not really understanding its purpose. Then, the individual chimes in and interrupts the subway song and explains his confusion on what to do with his metro cards, which I believe is a metaphor for life. Just as the subway is confused on its purpose the individual is as well. In my mind, the metro cards represent situations in his life that he does not know how to handle.
Nabaneeta Dev Sen - Mysteries Of Memory
This was one of my favorites. I enjoyed this one because in my mind she was talking about life before death and time taking a toll on everyone. It was written very well and it had a very fluid motion to the words. I gathered that the white images she was speaking of was the light of heaven almost approaching,almost like some one's life coming to an end. I also enjoyed this one the most because it had a good rhythm to it.
Nabaneeta Dev Sen - House
This was another one of my favorites. I really enjoy this poets work because of how fluid her writing is. I thought this one was interesting because it seemed like she was describing a house that was possessed by spirits. She talks about running from room to room in one house trying to escape the shadows and the helter skelter of banging pots and pans. I was very surprised at how well her words allowed me to envision the whole situation in my mind.
Monday, February 1, 2010
what inspires me

I'm an avid theater enthusiast. I recently have fallen out of performance art. With life getting in the way, I do not have much time to dedicate myself to acting. Seeing these images inspire me to never give up my passion and find a way to make time for the the one thing that I truly enjoy.
I Am The Stage
I am the stage- open and free
My voice echoes through the audience- loud and free
I dance across the stage- light and free
I embrace the lights- bright and free
I am somewhere else upon the stage-free
I escape myself upon the stage-free
I am the stage- open and free
Thursday, January 28, 2010
So This is What's Happening
Monday, January 18, 2010
My Take on The Wizard of Oz
My name is Dorothy Gale and my journey through OZ never ended, because I am still there.
When I arrived in OZ I met a nice group of people known as the munchkins. They informed me that I had killed their nemesis, the Wicked Witch of the East. To our surprise the Witch was not dead, she was still alive. Myself and the munchkins did not know what to do, thankfully Glinda, the good witch of the north, came to our rescue and put a tragic spell on the wicked witch and sent her to her final resting place. Then, to our surprise her sister the Wicked Witch of the West showed up and wanted to reclaim her sister’s magic shoes which had a radio signal inputted in them to help her find her victims. Glinda told me to take it and keep it safe.
I was very distraught and wanted to return home to my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. Glinda and the munchkins had informed me that I need to follow the yellow brick road until I reach the Emerald City where the great OZ will grant my wish and help me get back home. Glinda told me to use the radio signals in the shoes to help find my way to the Emerald City.
During my journey I met several creatures on the way, a liger (a lion and a tiger), and a man made of aluminum foil and a mad stuffed completely with cotton. The Liger came in handy when we ran into some evil forest creatures that tried to take my powerful slippers, and obvious attempted from the Wicked Witch of the West. Foil man was a great help while we were traveling; he was able to get a signal with the radio when we were having trouble finding one. Cotton man to be honest wasn’t much help, he only made things difficult, when a strong wind blew, and he would nearly crumble to pieces.
With the help of m newfound friends, mainly Liger and Foil Man, we made it to the Emerald City. The Great OZ agreed to see us right away, under one condition; I give him the magic radio slippers. I wanted to go home so I turned over the slippers. To my shock and amazement, he was not going to help me at all. A turn out this whole situation was one big conspiracy. The munchkins, Glinda, The Great OZ, The Wicked Witch of the West and the Wicked Witch of the East were all in on this operation. They had simply faked The Wicked Witch of The East’s death convinced me to take her slippers so I would travel the yellow brick road, hopefully make some friends along the way to only be captured and turned into flying monkeys. The flying monkeys were created to keep the city of OZ protected and in good condition. The people of OZ did not want to enslave their own, so instead they captured innocent travelers.
I never did get to return home, instead I am flying monkey in a ridiculous suit serving the Emerald City.