Thursday, September 27, 2012

Project Poem


Start at The End
A thousand thoughts threaded through the theory
Winters wild winding wind weaves one weary
All aware unfair without care they dare
Gather to speak what needs to be spoken
Awaken the weak grow strong once woken
Troubling time tunnels turning churning soil
Cool fresh water springs, freeze up, and then boil
Suffering defeat, at feat, vipers coil
Gone and Never to be heard from again
Searching for kindness and only find sin
To start at the end is where to begin
But all have left and forgotten what’s right
Cowardly fools their eyes see without sight
And run to darkness to hide from the light





Timed

Mow lawn, get mail, take out trash, write poem

The Clock tick tock in the corner tock tick

Feed Kids, change baby, wash clothes, write poem

The clock tick tock in the corner tock tick

Clutter on the island, Dishes fill sink

Six trash cans sit in the hot sun and stink

Weeds grow high in vegetable garden

Aging man feels his arteries harden

Try to get it all done, impossible

The Clock tick tock in the corner tock tick

Chased every moment, throughout the days and nights

The Clock tick tock in the corner tock tick

So much to get done, to get through the day

And when it is all finished, write a poem


Friday, September 21, 2012

The Beatles Eleanor Rigby Remix

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
 
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
 
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
 
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
 
Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
 
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?
 
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
 
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
 
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
 
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
 
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
 
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the grown up people
Ah, look at all the grown up  people
 
Eleanor Rigby, Picks up her toy
From a box and it breaks on the scene
Let’s out a scream
 
Wanting another, sad little face
Waits and sit as she glares at the door
Always wants more!
 
All the grown up people
When will you sing this song?
All the Grown up people
How can we get along?
 
Eleanor’s father, gets home from work
Then goes straight to the fridge grabs a beer
No one comes near
 
Look at him drinking, let’s out a belch
Friday night TV light unaware
Sits in his chair
 
All the grown up people
When will you sing this song?
All the Grown up people
How can we get along?
 
Ah, look at all the grown up people
Ah, look at all the grown up  people
 
Eleanor Rigby, cries for a toy
To enjoy and there’s no one to blame
No new toy came
 
Eleanor’s Father, was not alert
And got hurt and falls fast to the floor
He drinks no more
 
All the grown up people
(Ah, look at all the grown up people)
When will you sing this song?
 
All the grown up people
(Ah, look at all the grown up people)
How can we get along?
 

Reflection


           Reflections from yesterday’s class ran through my head all night. Our assignment was to choose a song and basically make a parody of it. I had some trouble choosing a song, but other students seemed to shine on this particular task. Some of the students literally sang their parodies to the music of the actual song. It was a really fun class and I was very impressed with some of the work that was presented. Some students wrote poems and other wrote parodies. The class is beginning to bind with one another and by the end of the semester many will be good friends. I am looking forward to the topics from the Myth and Knowing book. The classroom is a great place for discussion and debate, but it is difficult to be creative in a room full of people.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Shelley the Eternal Traveler

 
Eternal Traveler
 
The sonnet Ozymandias was written by a poet by the name of Percy Shelley (1792 -1822). The poem was published in a newspaper called The Examiner in 1818 when Shelley was only twenty-six.[1] Shelley lived a very brief life, but he has and interesting story. Percy was the “eldest son” and first in line to “inherit not only his grandfather’s considerable estate but also a seat in Parliament”.[2] He attended Eton College for six years starting in 1804 where he learned the love for the written word.2 He was first published in 1810. Shelley then began his education at Oxford, but his stay there is short and he is expelled for writing and distributing a pamphlet titled “The Necessity of Athiesm”.2 This pamphlet caused a “complete break between Shelley and his father” and he was cut off from the family fortune.2 This did not stop Shelley and within two years he was back on his feet.2  He married the author of “Frankenstein”, hobknobed with Lord Byron, and wrote numerous popular reads. Shelley mentions an “ancient traveler” in his sonnet Ozymandias, but when Shelley himself, attempted to “sail from Leghorn to La Spezia, Italy”, he was caught in a storm, his schooner, the Don Juan sank, and Percy Shelley drowned. Ozymandias is one of his more visible works read to this day. There are many observances to be made on the structure, the history, and the message this poem holds. The poem Ozymandias, has travelled through time, been read by countless minds, and interpreted, inspired, and looked upon as a repeating prophecy in this endless expanding and contracting world in which we exist.
              Ozymandias
        By Percy Bysshe Shelley
10 (1)  I met a traveler from an antique land
10 (2)  Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
10 (3)  Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
10 (4)  Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
10 (5)   And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
10 (6)   Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
10 (7)   Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
10 (8)   The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
10 (9)   And on the pedestal these words appear:
10 (10) `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
10 (11) Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
10 (12) Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
10 (13) Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
10 (14) The lone and level sands stretch far away".
 
This may be one of the faces of a “traveler from an antique land”.[3] His name is Diodorus Siculus and he was a historian from Greece that was thought to have lived within one hundred years before Jesus Christ. Siculus wrote for over thirty years a history of the world encyclopedia called the Bibliotheca Historica.[4] It is presumed that Percy Shelley had read Siculus’s work and it perhaps inspired him to use the name Ozymandias.4The poem Ozymandias contains fourteen lines, but what is really interesting is that Shelley was able to keep ten syllables in each line. This fourteen line iambic pentameter poem is called a sonnet and was a popular practice in Shelley’s time. [5] The number of syllables per line in a poem is known as syllabic verse.5 Syllable count became a useful tool for English speaking poets because English can become very “awkward” due to its “heavily stressed” form. By using syllabic count patterns, “the masters could count the syllables” to “produce admirable cadences”.5The poem uses a limited amount of rhyme like a light seasoning on a delicious meal.
The tone throughout Ozymandias is cold and straight forward, as though the traveler was the voice of justice pronouncing a sentence, carried out by the scolding hand of God. The head of the sculpture of Ozymandias is broken off from the body and rest “half sunk” into the sand:
“Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command”
This image of the head of Ozymandias barely sticking up out of the sand evokes a scene from Dante’s Inferno from the “lowest region of Hell”[6]. This place in Hell is called “Antenora, the second ring” from the “Ninth Circle of Hell”.6 This is where “those who betrayed their country and party stand frozen up to their heads” in a solid lake of ice for eternity. Antenora is where “Dante meets Count Ugolino, who spends eternity gnawing on the head of the man who imprisoned him in life”. 6 Ozymandias’s eyes are forever wide open and fixated on those that stand before him to read the arrogant inscription at the base of his statue that reads:
“`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'”
 
This is Ozymandias’s Hell. His head unable to move, his eyes unable to shut, and his words lay before him, to be read by unknown travelers for eternity. It’s almost as though his own arrogant words and ego is forever to “gnaw” on his head.
A poetic technique that seems to encapsulate Ozymandias’s full meaning is Shelley’s use of irony. The sonnet Ozymandias is fairly straightforward with its story line. It is the story of a traveler that comes across a land where a great civilization once stood. With this great civilization, comes a powerful ruler who is blind to the possibility of his kingdom’s demise. The arrogant inscription at the base of Ozymadias statue fully illustrates the use of tragic irony.
The use of imagery by Shelley is incredible. Shelley is able to clearly open the reader’s mind to a place where all senses come to life, as if entranced by a vivid dream. When reading the sonnet, one can imagine the wasteland where the traveler has been. Shelley is able to do this without a long detailed description. From Shelley’s masterful use of brief description, one can imagine this wasteland of sand swirling through the air, the hot sun relentlessly pounding down upon one’s head, unable to quench the persistent thirst weakening all the internal mechanisms that enable one to keep moving forward. This vivid dream unfolds into a deeper one. The reader squints the eyes to see through the swirling sand and begins to see what once had been. The blowing sand subsides, stone walls rise and the statue of Ozymandias is once again to its original glory. The sound of people, the smell of livestock, and the great civilization once again stands before the reader. Just as quickly as grand vision fully develops, it collapses upon itself and the swirling sand once again stings the eyes.
This sonnet tells the story of a civilization that, at one point and time, was one of the most powerful in the world. However, this story can be applied to many seemingly impervious civilizations in human history. It is a story that repeats itself over and over again. From civilization’s very beginnings, great nations expand and contract, never learning, always forgetting, becoming overzealous, or complacent, and then crumble upon their own weight, to be buried by the sands of time.
 
Where will the great nations of today stand two thousand years from now?
 
  
Works Cited 
Deutsch, Babette. Poetry Handbook: A Dictionary of terms. 4th ed. Harper Perennial. 1974. Print.
Parr, Johnstone. Shelley's "Ozymandias" again. The Modern Language Review, Vol. 46, No. 3/4 (Jul. - Oct., 1951), pp. 441-442
Poets.org. Percy Bysshe Shelley. © 1997 - 2012Academy of American Poets. <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/179>
Shelley, Percy. Poem of the Week. Ozymandias. PotW.org.  1996. <http://www.potw.org/archive/potw46.html>
Sparknotes. Inferno:Dante Alighieri. 2012. <http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/inferno/summary.html>


[1] Shelley, Percy. Poem of the Week. Ozymandias. PotW.org.  1996. <http://www.potw.org/archive/potw46.html>
[2] Poets.org. Percy Bysshe Shelley. © 1997 – 2012. Academy of American Poets. <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/179>
 
[3] Shelley, Percy. Poem of the Week. Ozymandias. PotW.org.  1996. <http://www.potw.org/archive/potw46.html>
[4] Parr, Johnstone. Shelley's "Ozymandias" again. The Modern Language Review, Vol. 46, No. 3/4 (Jul. - Oct., 1951), pp. 441-442
 
[5] Deutsch, Babette. Poetry Handbook: A Dictionary of terms. 4th ed. Harper Perennial. 1974. Print.
 
[6] Sparknotes. Inferno:Dante Alighieri. 2012. <http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/inferno/summary.html>

Friday, September 7, 2012

Climbing up

 
 
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Songwriters: GABRIEL, PETER
7 Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
7 I could see the city light
7 Wind was blowing, time stood still
7 Eagle flew out of the night
7 He was something to observe
7 Came in close, I heard a voice
7 Standing stretching every nerve
7 Had to listen had no choice
10 I did not believe the information
10 I just had to trust imagination
7 My heart going boom boom boom
7 "Son," he sa-id "Grab your things,
6 I've come to take you home."

8 To keep in silence I resigned
8 My friends would think I was a nut
7 Turning water into wine
7 Open doors would soon be shut
7 So I went from day to day
7 Tho' my life was in a rut
7 "Till I thought of what I'd say
7 Which connection I should cut
10 I was feeling part of the scenery
10 I walked right out of the machinery
7 My heart going boom boom boom
7 "Hey" he sa-id "Grab your things
6 I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)
                                                                               
7 When illusion spin her net
8 I'm never where I want to be
8 And liberty she pirouette
7 When I think that I am free
7 Watched by empty silhouettes
8 Who close their eyes but still can see
7 No one taught them etiquette
7 I will show another me
9 Today I don't need a replacement
10 I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
7 My heart going boom boom boom
9 "Hey" I sa-id "You can keep my things,
6 They've come to take me home."
What does this song mean to me? I first heard this song as a young teenager and some of its meaning has change through the years but the many mental images it conveys are still bright, magical, and clear as they were then. The “city” in the song represents my world, complex, confusing, busy, and swirling with nervous energy, splitting my attention into countless directions as I try to hold it all together in the shape of a perfect orb. There have been times in my life that I believed I must be in the wrong place, living the wrong life I am meant for, but it’s the only life I know. Its hard to step away, but I realize I’ve got to find myself, be who I am, and get the most out of life without letting it take the most out of me.
 
Break away, climb the hill and turn to look and see myself from a distance. The strangling stress subsides to a soothing sound of silence. Subtle cooling breeze picks up to a gusting wind and “time stood still”. My eyes begin to water and squint peering out into the dark night sky. The wind suddenly slows and sleeps. The sound of large wings flap, the cry of an eagle that flies close. I hear a comforting voice letting me know it’s time to come “home” and I follow.
The song invokes a dream and the entranced listener is teleported to the top of this hill and is able to reflect on their life. So many of us at one time or another fall off course, and some fall deep making it almost impossible to climb that hill of reflection. Taking a moment to stand at the top of the hill and look upon your world may give you a more clear perspective on life. When life is in complete control it has the power to devour the soul. It drains one’s inspiration and locks the eyes to only see what it requires. Life is uncontrollable, but not all of it. The best we can do is to responsibly get out of it what we can. Remember to take a moment every now and then to climb the hill, look back, reflect, have faith, and choose the path that finally takes you home.
 
The song has three versus at thirteen lines a verse. The song follows a 7/10 beat in the first verse. According to a comment on the website Songfacts,“Gabriel used an unusual 7/4 time signature on this song”. Also, “More instruments are added on each verse”. [1] Peter Gabriel has said in an interview with Sounds magazine, "That 7/4 rhythm works well because it feels like a normal rhythm but isn't quite right. It's not like a clever rhythm, just a bit odd. It'll be interesting to see how people dance to it."[1]
 
Many people believe that the song is about a religious epiphany, others equate it with a soldier at war, and some have mentioned its connection with UFO sightings.[1] Peter Gabriel said that he wrote the song during his break from the band Genesis (with Phil Collins).[1] A song, a poem, a painting, a story all mean different things to different people. The intention of those that created the pieces has their interpretation through their inspiration. However, the core of the inspiration for its creation cannot dictate how it will inspire. Those that connect with it create their own personal experience and therefore the meaning branches out into endless streams that flow and connect.
Salisbury Hill is a dramatic, inspiring song and still to this day every time I hear it my heart goes boom, boom, boom!
 
 

Work Cited
Lyricsfreak. Solsbury Hill Lyrics.
Songfacts. Solisbury Hill by Peter Gabriel.
[1] http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=393


Thursday, September 6, 2012

What am I doing here?

Post an introduction to the blog. Introduce yourself to potential readers and discuss what role you feel media technology should play in teaching, at any level. Have you witnessed any particularly effective or ineffective uses of media technology as a student? In this blog I hope to discover new understanding for myself and perhaps others that read this as well. Thoughts are the building blocks to understanding and I intend to use this blog to organize my thoughts that develop throughout the semester. Media technology should play a large role in teaching. Media is an extension of humanity allowing for knowledge to quickly translate into a students mind. Media allows for human senses to harmonize by incorporating visuals like a silent recognizable expression to subtle sounds added to an environment. Media has the power to captivate and is a powerful tool for teachers. I have seen a number of ineffective power point presentations. I have had classes in which the teacher was just learning how to use Moodle and there was much confusion.As I carry my forty-five pound book bag across campus in direct sunlight on a 98 degree summer day I cannot understand why the books have not been digitized. All of my books from first grade on could easily fit onto a quarter pound iPad.Also many classes could easily be online leaving many the option to stay home.I would propose the paperback books all come with a digital source as well. The book could stay at home, the digital version brought to class.