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Post-Modernism Project

I believe that the world
Will cease to turn

An ode to the great

A falling leaf
A blackening rose
Tonight we grief
For we depart from the perfect host
Few gather to honor his legacy
Few gather to honor his memory
The Great Gatsby
We sat and drank your wine
We talk and ate your bread
But when it came time
We stayed at home instead
A gentlemen to the end
Gave his life to defend
The honor of the one
Who caused him nothing but pain
Daisy...
Not the flower
But the one with the power
To be sweet and all so sour
Who he thought of in his final hour
To be label a coward.....
He was self made man
It brings sorrow to stand
Where he stood
Why do people has to be so cruel
You would offer all your jewels
To them
You were a humble host
We should all toast
The parties of oh so delight
That were the town's highlight
Life is but a cruel joke
To have everything
But missing a small piece
And like a true last piece
It choose to hide and be out of reach
So I look out to the beach
And looked at what you so desperately seek
The hand of a woman
That you spent a lifetime to proven
That you were her one true love
But now you watch us from above

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT #4

Stop, and take a break
So you could analyze
So you can recognize
If this is fate
Don't consider this fake
Time is passing you by
It's like life got kicked into overdrive
Now you have to decide tonight
If you're going to start
Trying to fight
To keep your life
From falling apart
Life is an open path
But it bestows upon you a not so simple task
To see if you could last
If you could gather all your skills and mask
Some form of protective cast
Some take this challenge by stepping on the gas
For some fear of being last
It is not a race
It is a test to see
If you have what it takes
To have the courage to say
I am me
I am no disgrace
My skills are my armour
My dreams are getting larger
So are you up for the test?
You better make hace
Keep up with the pace
Because it's all up to you
For god's sake

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT #3

To always be
Falling to your knees
Under pressure
In front of a aggressor
Is not a favorable trait
It makes
you easy to break
You are a tree
Move easily by a river
Chose to flee
As your skin quivers
You need to be a rock
Solid, Unable to be knock
Out of place by a simple flock
So hear these words
Even though they might be slurs
With every blow
Pieces chip off
With every low
you can choose to ignore the mocks
You are a rock
Hard and strong
And you are not
Far from being wrong

This essay

 felt really unprepare, this kinda felt like being hit with a fast ball. I think I mess up the names of the character.

MAP

http://www.mindmeister.com/274533336#

MAPLAN

My plan to express the insight of my knowledge of my chosen author is to do a timeline of events that either contribute to the authors writing style or evolved it to a higher sense of enlightenment.

Vocab

Chronic: Of long duration; continuing. Prolonged; lingering.

Sentiment:A general cast of mind regarding something. A specific view.

Morality: The quality of being in accord with standards of rights or good conduct.

Remorse: Moral anguish arising from repentance for past misdeeds; bitter regret.

Defect: The lack of something necessary or desirable for completion or perfection; deficiency.

Acquaintance: Knowledge or internation about someone or something. Knowledge of a person acquired by a relationship less intimate than friendship.

Sanity: The  condition of being sane. Soundness of judgement or reason.

Implication: The act of implicating or the condition of being implicated. The act of implying or the condition of being implied.

Alternative: The choice between two mutually exclusive possibilities.

Savage: Not domesticated or cultivated; wild merciless; brutal. Lacking polish or manners. A primitive or uncivilized person.

Phenomenon: Extraordinary things or occurrences. Prodigies.

modern moment

Five years ago people wrote because became easier to get your thoughts out with the evolution of the internet. Now when you look up someone ones work from this area it usually goes like this. OMG #JB, eating fries gonna get fat. 5 years ago we had more meaning in our writings. There are some that still uses the ability to get their work viewed instantly to the fulliest. But just as the invention of the camera phone, we are becoming mindless like in Fahrenheit 451 society.

BOB I

1.  Connor Albright: http://calbrightrhsenglitcomp.blogspot.com/
2.  Whitney Houg: http://whougrhsamlitcom.blogspot.com/
3.  Sarah Stevens: http://sstevensrhsenglitcomp.blogspot.com/
4.  Lissette Villalobos: http://lissettevillalobos.blogspot.com/ 
5. Eli Esparza: http://eesparzarhsengcomp.blogspot.com/

Spring Vocab #3

Brouhaha: An uproar; hubbub.

Cloy: To supply with too much of something, esp. With something too rich or sweet.

Demeanor: The way in which a person behaves or conducts himself deportment.

Deference: Submission or courteous yielding to the opinion, wishes, or judgement of another. Courteous respect.

Enigmatic: Of or resembling an enigma; puzzling.

Definitive: Precisely defining or outlining; explicit. Determining finally; decisive.

Bumptious: Crudely forward and assertive in behavior; Pushy.

Choleric: Easily angered; Bad tempered. Showing or expressing anger.

Bulwark: A wall or similar structure raised as a defensive fortification; rampart. Something serving as a principal defense against attack or encroachment.

Curtail: To cut short; abbreviate.

Adamant: A legendary stone believed to be impenetrable. An extremely hard substance.

Profligate: Given over to dissipation; dissolute. Recklessly wasteful; wildly extravagant.

Mawkish: Excessively and objectionably sentimental. Sickening or insipid in taste.

Thwart: To oppose successfully; prevent from accomplishing a purpose.

Onus: A difficult or disagreeable obligation, task, burden, etc.

Requisite: Required or necessary for a particular purpose, position, etc.; indispensable: the requisite skills of an engineer.

Mollify: To soften in feeling or temper, as a person; pacify; appease. To mitigate or reduce; soften.

sartorial: Of or pertaining to tailors or their trade.

Presentiment: A feeling or impression that something is about to happen, especially something evil;
foreboding.

Impromptu: Made or done without previous preparation.

Forbearance: The act of forbearing; a refraining from something. An abstaining from the enforcement of a right.

Remit: To transmit or send (money, a check, etc.) to a person or place, usually in payment. To refrain from inflicting or enforcing, as a punishment, sentence, etc.

ESSAY POSTGAME ANALYSIS

I believe I knew what I was talking about but yet I didn't. Re-read the whole book! If  that was possible in a night. I believe I deserve between a C to a B-.

Memory

The point of the journal write was to think about the past and see if we can go to the attic and dust out an old memory. My was both my fourth birthday and the memory of the memory that I couldn't remember anything from the day before, I am not BSing! But a memory doesn't have to be 13 years ago, it can be 5 years ago. I'm talking about my experiences at Jr.high. I was reminded of those emotions from a song that came on from shuffle on my iPod that I use to listen to all the time. I was really fat and really antisocial. I blamed the two on each other that kept making a never ending cycle. I'm fat because I have no life, I have no life because I am to fat. Over and over it went. my nickname throughout jr.high was vito. Look up Viva la Bam to get the joke. Not until sophomore year I change my weight and became what I look like today. Even though I weight the same as I did back then, I am mostly muscle now. Back then I was 60% fat, my science teacher had a chart with height and weight and I was either in nearly obese or obese. My appearance change but I realize you can change your body all you want. But your character stays the same. That's my I stick to the corner, and rarely say a thing. You can tell I don't talk a lot on how my speech had degraded. Here's a poem I wrote in eight grade, even though the ending seemed cheery, I wrote that so I wouldn't be considered a emo. After it is the song that reminded me of all of this.

I believe when you say
I am worthless
Not meant to stay
While others step out into the light of day

PARLOR POETRY

The poem Dover beach was chosen to represent nothing is calm under the surface. How the illusion of peace
disguises the war torn inside. That its a on going battle. I chose this poem because it to represents something that hides beneath the surface

 I'm a poet and I know it.

reading notes pg.91-110

meaning of the sea of faith and how it influence to the story. Why did Montag risk everything on three woman by showing them poetry?. Where did Beatty get the knowledge of poetry and use it to deceive?

Spring Vocab #2

Vessel: A hallow utensil used as a container for liquids. A person considered as a receptacle or agent of some quality.

Suffused: To spread through or over, as with liquid, color, or light

Sieve: A utensil of wire mesh or closely performed metal used for straining, sifting, ricing, or pureeing.

Patronage: Support, encouragement, or championship from a patron. Trade given to a commercial establishment by its customers.

Centrifuge: An apparatus consisting essentially of a compartment spun about a central axis to separate contained materials of different density or to simulate gravity with centrifugal force.

Dentifrice: A substance, such as a powder or paste, for cleaning the teeth.

Leisure: Freedom from time-consuming duties, responsibilities, or activities. Having free time.

Saccharine: Of, relating to, or characteristic of sugar or saccharin; sweet. Having a cloyingly sweet attitude, tone, or character.

Phonograph: A machine that reproduces sound from a disc.

Profusion: The state of being profuse; abundance. Lavish or unrestrained expense.

Cadence: Balance, rhythmic flow, as of poetry or oratory. The measure or beat of movement, as in dancing or marching. A failing inflection of the voice, as the end of the sentence.

Delinquents: Failing in or neglectful of a duty or obligation; guilty of a misdeed or offense.

Gibbering: to speak inarticulately or meaninglessly.

Insidious: Intended to entrap or beguile. Stealthily treacherous or deceitful. Operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect.

Strewn: To let fall in separate pieces or particles over a surface; scatter or sprinkle.

Praetorian: Of or pertaining to a praetor.

Veiled: Covered or concealed by, or as if by. Not openly or directly expressed; masked; disguised; hidden; obscure.

Harlequin: A comic character in commedia dell'arte and the harlequinade, usually masked, dressed in multicolored, diamond-patterned tights, and carrying a wooden sword or magic wand. Any of various small snakes having bright diamond-pattern scales.

Toil: Hard and continuous work; exhausting labor or effort.

THE TIME OF MY LIFE

I used the time on friday to memorize fully and to the best of my abilities the poem I created for I thought we be reciting it at the end of the period.

THE PEEVED PEDESTRIAN

Ray wrote this after being stop just walking at night. This made him ponder what is normal and what is not. Fahrenheit 451 is about when a society loses its individualism.

Vocab #1

Pantomime: The art or technique of conveying emotions, actions, feelings,etc., by gestures without  speech. A play or entertainment in which the performers express themselves mutely by gestures, often to the accompaniment of music.

Proclivities: Natural or habitual inclination or tendency; propensity; predisposition.

Centrifuge: An apparatus that rotates at high speed and by centrifugal force separates substances of different densities, as milk and cream. 

Odious: Deserving or causing hatred; hateful; detestable highly offensive; repugnant; disgusting.

Jargon: Intelligible or meaningless talk or writing; gibberish.

Ravenous: Extremely hungry; famished; voracious.

Pallor: Unusual or extreme paleness, as from fear, ill health, or death;wanness.

Stagnant: Characterized by lack of development, advancement, or progressive movement.

Flourish: to be in a vigorous state; thrive.

Plateau: A land area having a relatively level surface considerably raised above adjoining land on at least one side, and often cut by deep canyons.

Rollick: to move or act in a carefree, frolicsome manner; behave in a free,hearty, gay, or jovial way. 

Asylum: An institution for the maintenance and care of the mentally ill, orphans, or other persons requiring specialized assistance.

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT #2

I am a Fireman
To ask where I stand
Is to ask why air comes from a fan
You may get an scientific explanation
But to ask may be to much temptation
I am a Fireman
I follow the orders of my chief
To ask where I stand
All you have to do is stare at the ash on my cheek
Fire, Kerosene
The tools of my trade
Destruction, Disbelief
The aftermath after the fires fade
Some say the pen is mightier than the sword
But my python is ready to strike
actions speak louder than words
As I make it day from night
I am a Fireman
I turn books into ashes
Then I burn the ashes in flashes
of light and heat
My job causes others to flee
The very odd site of me
For I might be
Visiting their very home
Am I happy?
A girl once ask
Am I happy?
She kept talking about the past
How we use to put out fires
Instead of burning books with lighters
As if she could see past my mask
Am I happy?
I have a wife do I?
I enjoy what I do
But for some reason tonight
My happiness ran out of fuel
Am I happy?
I am a Fireman
Am I happy?
I am a Fireman
Am I happy?
I am a Fireman
The smell of kerosene defines who I am
But this one girl
Turn everything I knew about this world
Upside down and meaningless as the books I burn
But am I happy?
I am a Fireman
Am I happy?
I am a Fireman
Burning books is imprinted in my nature
As the same as the words imprinted on a page
Books are for burning
Eyes are for watching parlor walls
But in the end, one must fall

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT

I'm a poet and I know it.
I can make it flow like a boat in row.
I have the drive to take it high.
As high as the sky, that could fly
away from me, far enough to be free.
So the words of wisdom can enter young ears,
whispering in their ears at all times,
trying to define its meaning and purpose.
Like a diver returning to the surface,
Filling his lungs with clean air.
As for the purpose, do you dare
question why fights draws stares
Think, and process this,
to define a poem, is it no different than a riddle?
Analyzing every word and you'll be lost
Defeat may come across in thought.
Here's a hint...
There's none but words put together in fun
But then it's ironic
A poem with no meaning who's meaning is that it doesn't have a meaning
Nonsense, idiotic
Thoughts that comes to your mind which is now spinning
That can't be the meaning!
This is the worst poem I have read!
Then ask yourself....
Why continue to read this if the mystery has been solved?
Why continue to deprive your mind of reason?
To read a poem with no meaning but to have a theme that
everything doesn't need meaning which by meaning counts
as a meaning...
It's its own paradox

FAHRENHEIT 451

I learned that how book burning's could shape america, how bad its influence could shape our lives.
How he wasn't far off on technology would lure us away from books.
How we interpret the book as censorship, the author wrote it about the effects of television on literature.
How if we didn't have laws to keep others from obtaining to much power, our lives would be similar to the ones in the book. Just look at the soviet union and how they lived, a world filled with censorship.
I learned how a thing as a book could be miss so dearly.

Evaluation of 3 years

I rarely take the time to look back on life but today, I had an hour to sit on the bench in front of the tennis courts and just listen to music and remember my first day of practice as an incoming freshman. A warm day of summer as it was into the first week. Wow it feels like just yesterday, being drop off in front of those stairs that leads to the stadium. long hair, shorts and my white O.Y.F.L. training camp shirt with last name on the back. We ran, and drilled that first day and I remember the soreness I felt all week. Then in a blink of an eye, I am back at the bench, older. How I miss those practices, running and sweating next to two friends I knew since fourth grade. They stop playing after freshmen year leaving me, the only one out of the three still playing. I come back from the flashback and look to the grass next to the weight room. I go back to last year where I had became weaker than I had been in two years, struggling to at least try to keep up with my fellow linemen. We were got done doing a plate workout when my coach ask us if we wanted to go on playing football and ask us to raise our hand if we did. I knew no college wanted someone like me so my hand stayed down. My coach who knew I was one of the hardest working players in the linemen group was surprise. He said they are divisions who are perfect for guys my sizes and it didn't matter if I wasn't the biggest, but to just keep having the heart I have for the game. That inspired me but it didn't made me stronger. Again I come back the present to realize I won't have that coach again this year. I feel like I have spent years letting me and others down. I had hopes on where I be today but I would never expected I would turn out like I had. Now like the final grains of a hourglass, time is running out for me. The world is opening up and I fear I am not ready. My biggest regret is that I didn't work as hard I am now all my years here. Life is short, but high school is a flash. My time spent on that field, day after day. I will always remeber, and cherish those times I had with the best line coaches I ever will have. 

THEME FOR ENGLISH 3

I believe I might be either stereotype against or been labeled on a bad day. I feel I am not what most teachers think I am. They might think I'm lazy or just not a hard worker. But i fact I am just like a roller coaster, there ups and downs and sometimes might be under repair.

I can since when I go into a quest for knowledge I will remain probably unnoticed since I go quiet often when I ponder a thought or question. I am a very quiet person in a classroom.

I feel compelled to keep my thoughts private for I may have the meaning of the conversation right but I lack the commutative or the ability to have others understand my words to contribute to the conversation.

SPRING SEMESTER PLAN 1

My plan for achieving my goals are at first thought simple. Working harder than I had ever have before, do not take anything lightly. But even these can be hard to reach. The desire to laze and blow off work is always consent and have to literally tell myself many times to keep working and even that isn't enough sometimes. I want to to achieve so I no longer can be mistaken as someone who seems to not care about his school work, his attitude, or his future.

Spring Post #1:Music as literature

Literature are writings in which expression and form, in connection with ideas of permanent and universal interest, are characteristic or essential features, as poetry, novels, history, biography, and essays. "Taken from dictionary.reference.com"


That is one of many definitions of literature. Music is a way of self expression. So in sense, music and literature are one. A poem can express ones love in rhyme or not, Rap can express the same emotion with the sway of a beating drum. An opera combines both a work of writing and a symphony. They both can tug at a listener or reader with emotions of sorrow or triumph.