Into the Wild

1. My initial impression of the book is that it is woonnderfullll! It is quite emotional, but I'm glad that someone (Jon Krakauer) took their time to write a whole book about this kid. My attention span and Krakauer's wrting style really get along well. Throuhout the majority of this seven chapter section the events have provoked my interest. Then there was the part about Ron, which almost made me cry.

2. unfettered. Because the outside world does affect him, he just doesn't let it change his mind. He is not restrained by outside forces.

3. Everyone experiences life differently. Most people need to conform to live life happily, well that is what they think anyway, who knows what the actual truth is. Then there are those like Chris McCandless, who realize that life is so much richer when one can be their own individual and have independence.

4. Calvin and Hobbes. I remember Calvin always wandered away, just him and Hobbes, having their own adventures apart from society. Most may have been imaginary, but I sense that Calvin ad Chris were having the same feelings, just on a different scale.

5. I am similar to Chris/Alex in that I want to be free! I am so sick of daily routine and knowing where I'll be for the next several months. After highschool I would love to skip through the airport and leap on a plain to Ireland. I also think society is really dumb. I am not as extreme as Chris/Alex but I feel where he's coming from. Also, like him, for many years I lived under the control of something other than myself and somewhere along the way I had just had enough and yeah, but hopefully I won't starve to death in the middle of nowhere.

6. I don't know how to specifically connect this to the world. People run away all the time, a lot of people in the world are lonely like Ron, many people move around and never stay in one place. I think this book reveals a lot of common sad stories in the world that most people don't think about.

October 7th Post

Trees.

Trees are, just , oh my gosh, so wonderful.  

Sitting under them, climbing up them, napping in them.  

They are so generous, they give and give and don't even ask for anything in return.  

They give us life.  Oxygen.  They give us a home.  Whether it be a nest, hole, or house made of wood.  And they give the world beauty.  Mountains are beautiful.  Standing atop one and gazing down, across, and up at others.  It's indescribable.  And what covers those mountains? Trees.  

The twist and tangle.  

Growing straight, or angled. 

complementing the sky, 

they grow so high.

They seem so big. 

But, They're not.

I was thinking about that the other day.  How everything is so tiny.  So tiny that we can't even grasp how large everything is.  like the universe, I mean.  How is nothing outside of it? It just goes on forever? It's interesting that forever can measure distance and time.  Ahhh life is so dude.  Some of the most amazing, most beautiful things on earth, that are magnificent to us, like trees, are nothing compared to what is beyond us.  This sounds so cheesy, oh well, it's just so wow.

Rain, Love

It once came down
So much it flooded
It came down
So harsh it destructed
It then would evaporate,
Leaving hope for escape,
to never feel it ever again,
Just to condense and fall again.
It was acidic—
It struck pained and seared.
It was chilling—
Like a ghost to fear.
It was gloomy—
A dark, sad gray.
But eventually,
It went away.
And the draught seemed nice at first,
Didn’t sense a bit of thirst.
There was no more
Drenched or drowned
Just an occasional tear and frown.
There was no more
Siren rings
There was no more
…Anything.

I'm not done though, I need to finish and add how noww love for me is like rain that is calming and refreshing. and peaceful.

Love Poem

Under the Harvest Moon

By Carl Sanberg

Under the harvest moon, 

When the soft silver

Over the garden nights,

Death, the grey mocker, 

Comes and whispers to you

As a beautiful friend

Who remembers.

Under the harvest moon

When the fragrant crimson

Lurks in the dusk

Of the wild red leaves, 

Love, with little hands, 

Comes and touches you

With a thousand memories, 

And asks you

Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Sorry, I really like this poem, now 'll put one on here that has a metaphor.  

~~LOVE~~

Love is a Sickness

By Samuel Daniel

Love is a sickness full of woes, 

All remedies refusing;

A plant that with most cutting grows,

Most barren with best using.

Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;

If not enjoyed, it sighing cries--

Heigh Ho!

Love is a torment of the mind

A tempest everlasting;

And Jove hath made it of a kind

Not well, nor for fasting.

Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;

If not enjoyed, it sighing cries--

Heigh Ho!

Love is complicated, and contradicting.  If you try to rid it, it continues even more.  If you try to mend it, it declines.  They use caring for a plant to explain this.  

~~LOVE~~

Love is like a rock, it can be thrown at you in the face and make you blind.  But if you pick it up ad examine it, it can be beautiful, with layers, swirls, and many colors...Or it can be rough, pointy, sharp and ugly.  

Poetry Citique

1." Epidermal Macbre" by Theodore Roethke

Indelicate is he who loathes

The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --

The flying fabric stitched on bone,

The vesture of the skeleton,

The garment neither fur nor hair,

The cloak of evil and despair,

The veil long violated byCaresses of the hand and eye.

Yet such is my unseemliness:

I hate my epidermal dress,

The savage blood's obscenity,

The rags of my anatomy,

And willingly would I dispense

With false accouterments of sense,

To sleep immodestly, a most

Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

2. I selected this poem for several reasons. I have used this poem in school before, so I thought I'd read it again and see if my interpretations of it changed. I was pretty sure I knew what it meant last year, but now I don't. I like it because it makes me think and I feel like I understand it even though I can't explain it.

3. Maybe he's trying to say this gruesome thing, whatever it is, is spreading and more nad more people are involved.

4. There is imagrey throughout the whole poem. The whole poem is a metaphor. These to devices make the poem what it is.

5. The tone is depressing and morbid.  He used words in every line to create a depressing, morbid picture.  I would say he was successful with his tone.  

Titles and whatnot

My potential title is: Torn Pages...A Book Nonetheless
I can't think of anything else

I have two different opening paragraphs and i can't decide which one to use. One is describing this weird forest in detail and then it's my head. The other is, well I took this poem i wrote aboput being in the hospital and made it into an introductary paragraph. Ah I don't know what to do.

I think it's really sad that poor people dont have sufficient healthcare. And i guess some people think the government shouldn't pay for it because then it would be like the more fortunate people are paying for what the poor people are too "lazy" to. I can't believe that so many people actually think that all homeless and people in poverty in America are lazy. IT's a vicious cycle once one is born into poverty. "But you can work your way through college, you can get a good education if you try". Yeah easy for you to say when you're surrounded bykids who do try and teachers who do believe in students. Some people don't have that environment. Plus, if you go to a crappy school, and do do well, it's still harder to get into college, and not everyone can get scholarships. I wonder how many people on welfare don't try to get a job. Cause I'm pretty sure the government keeps a close eye on one who is on welfare. Whatever some people will never change their mind. I've actually known of people who look down on people who change their mind. But changing your mind doesn't always mean indecicve, it could just mean that one is open to other ideas and admits when they were wrong. K I'll stop now.

Narrative

My whole narrative so far needs a lot of work. I need to figure out how to take all the thoughts on my paper and put them into the form of a narrative story, without being so direct.

"It has been the major setback of my life, but I am afraid of who I would be without it".

I don't know how to imply that without saying it.

Life is stupid but i love it anyways

OK actually I changed my mind. Life is cool, filled with awesome, incredible things and phenomina, PEOPLE are stupid. I noticed something. I feel so bad for poor people, hungry, thirsty people. But then on the other hand people annoy me sooo much. I don't undersdtand. Actually maybe I do. Because the people that bug me are the people that don't care. People who are absorbed in umm I don't know whatever their absorbed in, sometimes I don't really want to know.

Discover

Sooo my title.

I like fairies and I'm bella's dutchess, hence Ms Fairy Dutchess.



Now I don't know what to write about.

What could I write about every week? Hmmmm..... I think I'll just write about life.