Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Final reading response: Starry night by anne sexton

"Even the moon bulges in its orange irons   
to push children, like a god, from its eye." This is the reason why i choose this poem to respond to, because every sentence or paragraph you read the words are just full of details. This poem is called the "starry night" this poem was based off of the painting by van Gough "starry night" This poem made me see the painting in my mind, the descriptive words and the emotions within them. Like the first few lines i wrote above directly from the poem itself,its showing a moon and how it compare to the size of an orange. In her eyes she sees it as an eye of god. I really enjoyed reading this poem, because it feels like the author is grabbing you the reader into the painting. She then uses poetic language to walk you through it inch by inch. I would feel her words walked me by every inch explaining what it might represent.

I would recommend this poem, because it is a great experience to hear and read it. I enjoyed the movies in my mind, because no other poem may be as descriptive as this one(in my opinion) I would recommend you to read the poem as you gave the beautiful painting next to you. This would help, because it would help bring the image more bigger and clearer in your mind. The painting would also help for the poem to be understood better. I think that it would also bring out the focus more, i think this because the focus is sadness and its combined with happiness. I say this because the colors match the words. What do i mean? i mean that the colors speak for words like the darker the colors the more the emotions in the words show. Also the brighter the color within the painting the happier the emotions in the words. If still confused read the poem to your self and then look at the painting and think how the colors and words match.

The Starry Night

That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.   
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons   
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.   
Oh starry starry night! This is how   
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,   
sucked up by that great dragon, to split   
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Draft #2 Reading Response to: The orphan of ellis Island

This my response to the book i read The orphan of Ellis island by Elvira Woodruff. So far i would like to start off saying this book was absolutely amazing.I really enjoyed reading this book, because it really took me back in time. What i mean by this is that the author made me feel like i went back in time to Italy in the year 1909. The main character Dominic really showed his deep emotions and i could really feel his emotion within the text.I really like how this book really shows a lot of details and it really makes you feel like your there. I like how the author really makes the story take place at Ellis island at first and then in Italy in the year 1909.
I really enjoyed flipping through every page of this book and it really made me feel like i was an invisible character just standing there watching everything.
 When i was finishing this book i was really sad i saw this book coming to an end.. like an adventure finishing coming to its end. At the end it was really amazing, because i felt like all the puzzle pieces were put together and they all fit perfectly.  I don't want to ruin the ending of this book so i suggest for you to read it. You could really enjoy it like i did and really appreciate it like i did. You could also learn alot from the immigration era.. so go on and read the orphan of Ellis island!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Blogs that i enjoyed reading and liked!!!!!

 I like Amani's blog, because it shows a lot of hard work and effort. Her work is outstanding and shows a lot of deep feelings and emotions. Her poems really reflect off of her feelings in which makes the poem more creative. One of her poems called Lina<3 i enjoyed it verymuch,because i can see she put alot of emtion into it. Her writing makes movies in my mind which i enjoy, because everytime i read her poems the creat scenes. Also i can feel what shes feeling in her poems.
 I like kamillahs Blog, because her blog is full of creative poems. I really like her poem about the kiss, which was from a photo. I like it becuase  it shows creative deatils and emotions based on a picture thats worth a thousand words. Kamillah seems to be a strong writer through her writing and i enjoy reading them!
  I like Daniels blog because it seems like they all come natural. Im say this, because one of his poems called "N" made me think his poems really come from his tiny mind.. just kidding! This poem also made me think real life situations really inspired him to write this and i think its a good poem. I really like how he reveals his deep feelings through his words. One thing all these blogs have in common is that they all have creative poems done in their own way.

personally i
don't like this letter it makes
bad things i don't like

i got two N's ma
what does that mean?
mean's i need to shut up and
keep my mind clean

of anything that would cause me to
laugh, talk, or just straight up be loud
and i gotta get face outta the clouds

i need to work hard
cause now hardly workin'
i need some thin to day so i can't be seen lurkin
in the back of class laughin my ass off
like its no problem
but it is so

i do all work though
and now i know
how not to get an N



By: Learsi  Rodriguez

Her name was Dana, born on the first day.
Born on the New Year with a family.
Pretty yes she was, hair the color of hay.
Dana, my baby the pretty Twinkie.

Brightened up my day when I felt alone.
A humans best friend, for she was way more.
On a hot summers day we shared a cone.
I know I will still remember her loud roar.

The memories we had were so priceless.
For she will always be in my red heart.
Gone but not forgotten, she so fearless.
For the god has pulled nosotros apart.

My baby who is now in sweet heaven.
Young she will always be, yes eleven.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Found Poem: The final resting place

 we can not dedicate 
 we can not consecrate 
 we can not hallow 
on this ground.
For this is a final resting place.

who here gave their lives, 
the brave men,
who struggled.
Never forget what they did here, for this is a final resting place.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, for this is a final resting place.
They gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, for this is a final resting place.

we can not dedicate 
we can not consecrate 
we can not hallow 
on this ground.
For this is a final resting place.

Gettysburg Adress

Monday, January 24, 2011

Narritive poem: The tragic day

Happy, Excited, and Anxious i was feeling that day before IT happened.
We were going to the mall...yayyy!
She was so excited.
 so was I.
 we were going to the mall TOGETHER, bonding not knowing it would be the Last time.

 She was my 65 year old twin, hahahaha...
The only difference was she had grayish hair and i didnt.
Our faces were identical,  but  maybe a little bit different because of our age difference.
I loved her.
She loved me.

 As we walked through those doors seeing those shinning lights and colorful signs we admire them.
She loved them.
I loved them.
We talked, laughed, and sang(for no reason)
she enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it.
The smile on her face was priceless.
I would give anything to go back in time and see it again.
I miss her.
She misses me.
I know it.

 Happy and Super excited while walking home.
The smile on her face was pricless...
I felt like her smile was such an accomplishment, because i had THAT feeling.
We got home and sat at the dinner table with the family, yum... food was scrumptious and delicious.
We then sat as a family to just talk about random things.
Then all of a sudden... DISASTER STRUCK!
"I cant breathe, i cant breathe " is all i can hear her faint voice...
Im shaking, Im shaking.
There i knew she was leaving me, us... this world.
Tears ran down my cheek as i cannot hold my pain.
Her last words to me were " No me miras" dont look at me

 The ambulance came and took her away.
I receive the phone call, Cries then silence...
I let out a faint cry, then i burst into tears.
My world fell on top of me and i lost it.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
She died.
She died.
Sad, devastated, and more sad... I was feeling that day after It happened.

The tragic day.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Response to poem the "starry Night" by: Anne Sexton

This is my response to the poem "Starry night": by Anne Sexton

When i first read the poem i thought to myself this poem has a lot of feelings and you can see all that when you just read the sentences. What i mean by this is the author says words explaining her feeling towards the painting by Van Gogh. Like shes giving descriptive words explaining how she wants to die, like shes really wants it to happen. This painting is by van gogh is what the poem starry night is based on. This stanza right here where she describes the painting and puts her feeling into it. ->"It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die:" As you can see Anne sexton is talking about the night sky and how beautiful and unique it is and how if she dies... she wants to die like that. I think this poem is very creative and unique. I think this, because this author had poetic feelings about the painting and comparing it if it was real, and as if the painting was part of the world. She described it in a way that would made you think that's the place you would wanna go if you die. Later on i discovered that Anne sexton committed suicide and the poem made so much sense after i read it again. She wrote this poem, because she knew that she wasn't going to stay in this world for too long for some reason she couldn't handle it. So she made this painting her after world image to make her think she was going to a better place. This is my response to the poem "Starry night" By: Anne Sexton