Ambition

Larkin in reality

2011-10-09T19:21:00.000-07:00

Phillip Larkin makes me laugh! His poetry contains such a realism and a sarcastic tone that, whether or not I agree, I respect his words. It takes a raw honesty to be so sweet. His poetry states the silence mny deny yet feel so heavily. Realistic opinions are what drive emotion, heart and will to thrive beyond complacency.

Through the eyes of Auden

2011-09-25T18:18:00.000-07:00

Interesting looks into the mind of Auden; he is so blunt in a poetic way. He holds more relevance in todays world because of the subject content and his unique way of rhythm.

Sooooo pretty!

2011-09-18T20:42:00.000-07:00

Oh the power of a word! Learning the power of can be embarrassing and equally wonderful. When we use everyday words we tend not to think of the authority they have, we just tend to devalue their meaning.

Wilfred Owens- Blind Truth

2011-09-04T20:11:00.000-07:00

Owens has such a harsh view of war. It brings to mind the current war our nation faces daily. The view he gives the reader visualizes a world that many care to forget. The reality if war is harsh and easily forgotten- especially in today's society. It is a pain staking reminder that life is precious, and can be lost in the everyday baffle of today.

Who is me?

2010-11-07T20:14:00.000-08:00

After reading the delight, yet slightly depressing tale of Mrs. Dalloway, it makes you think and reflect upon your own life. Virginia Wolf- great female writer- uses Dalloway to represent women. It really makes it surreal to look at the past and all the decisions that led you to this point; would you do it again?

Words of waste

2010-04-18T18:19:00.000-07:00

T.S Eliot has to be one of the greatest poets ever. I enjoy his work, and more specifically his poem The waste Land. It was sort of hard to jump into right off the bat, but once you are immersed in a vision of wonder it all come alive...I wish the web page was that easy...but technology really isn't my forte unlike the words of a legendary poet.

Really, How great can they be?

2010-04-07T18:56:00.000-07:00

Great Expectations...more then a phrase. Dickens was a genius with character development. The movie isn't too horrible, yet like most, it doesn't stay completely true to the text. My favorite would be Ms. Havisham. She gets to be as crazy as all get out- similar to the elderly (ever notice how they can say anything no matter how quirky with no repercussions). Though she is definitely a piece of somethin' with her strange house arrangements. Seriously, who on earth would devote their mind, thought, and entire life to revenge- not to mention keeping her wedding cake/decor/wedding dress in their exact condition for ever..... really, a whole lot of psychology.

Byron, Byron, Byron

2010-03-28T20:47:00.000-07:00

Can I say it any more clear.... Lord Byron, you are one weird duck. After countless hours in front of my computer I now know more then I ever wanted to about the strange reputation you have... With all that said- I can be done with that paper, (which kinda really caught me off guard). I was analyzing "when we two parted", sad poem but even stranger when you find out that he swung both ways, so it could have been written about another man in a high position or his sister... That's right forbidden love of the arkansaians....Oh what fun it is to read and research...but it's done and I'm exhausted.

Done and Over

2008-06-30T08:02:00.000-07:00

Now that the class is coming to an end, I can take a moment to breathe. Stress does not treat me well. Yet, it's very existence is dependant on my willingness to house it. The time however has come to grow up and move on, of which is a huge relief to my brain. I have decieded that it isn't the freedom of having no strings attached but the relief that I can move....

And that is how it nust be...

Stop

2008-06-20T08:49:00.000-07:00

Another day, another frustration... What seems to be new? I feel as though i'm slowing down to a hault, and unable to compose myself and finish. I'm waiting for the next thing to sweep in and push me on my way, but instead I am still. I set, I wait. What's new? I'm not unhappy and I'm not dead; I'm just stopped. Maybe that's God's plan- to learn the secret of being content. Not a fun lesson to learn, but a necessary one.

I'm still, yet restless when push comes to shove. I will wait, yet i admit it is tiring. Quietness is all that consumes me- yet the quiet moves so massive- like the World moves yet not a sound is heard. We shall See- bring it on; i'll be still, i'll wait.

Bump

2008-06-14T15:08:00.000-07:00

Another week flies by, not giving heed to the people it demolishes in the process. I have traveled beyond the emotional state of my bounds and now fight the urge to give up and throw in the towel. It hasn't been absolutly horrible, but gaining four kids over a matter of hours definitely wears on a person. i have been dragged around, used as a taxi, made the chief, and the house maid all so quickly. Not that it is bad, but so demanding. Today, however, is the last day. I will miss them but i will enjoy sleeping in till seven. The hardest thing is, is that they have grown up in an atmosphere i am foreign to. They are so demanding and have no way of knowing how to entertain themselves. Back to the kitchen i go, so i can teach them how to make pizza-from scratch. of which they were shocked it was possible- though little Mer is the smile of an afternoon.

Vandal

2008-06-03T11:37:00.000-07:00

Eyes set lock upon the front door awaiting the next intruder, all while the back door goes ungaurded. My mind set only on the destruction a vandal can do, I lack to wake up out of this haze. He sneaks in thorugh the back- i hear nothing. Slowly he stripps all that is precious in my quoint little home. He makes himself at home causing destruction. My home/ heart turned upside down, leaving nothing but the filth and stains of a memory. That was my day....

Not exactly how many would see it, but the sting of filth crests the roof of my mouth. It was just one of those days. There was no one to blame, no one to yell at, no one at all. The emotions of the day just seemed to cascade fire upon my, already ignited, house. The phone was disconnected and it seemed bleeck for any water to quench the flames.

Yeah, i see. I know it wasn't exactly like that but the feeling of the heat and the destruction enveloped my mind- leaving nothing but a grotesque chaos.

It wasn't long however i found rest, and the day soon was over. The intensity vanished and i woke up to my house/ heart in one.