"America did not foresee
Green, pink, purple and other colors death potpourri!
Expecting others to pay a high price.
Now thinking twice?
Toll on the innocent and unborn.
Omnipotent and disregarding who will mourn.
Reflective about all the illness, birth defects and prematurely dead.
All the deceit continues to spread!
Nefariously America was led astray -
Generations untold WILL pay -
Execrable effects of agent orange spray!"
In Rainbow death, the writer takes upon the point of view of one that truly hates and criticises the wars. He starts of the poem with the title "Rainbow death" which shows a hint of irony as rainbow is supposed to be beautiful and magnificent; however in this case it is used as an irony to say that soldiers dying in wars are very honourable and beautiful. However this is not true at all and later on in the poem Hubert mentions about his hatred towards war. He says "America did not foresee" which links us to the fact that some Americans at that time were ignorant about the cruelties of world and how it costs millions of life. I assume that this poem is written to condemn the Vietnam world and Hubert wanted those that had never taken part in a world to learn about the evils of war and the horrors that modern technology can bring, “Execrable effects of agent orange spray”. Another line in the poem" Green, pink, purple and other colours death potpourri" shows that the rainbow symbolises war. This is because people tend to see the bright side of the war, the glory and patriotism. However there are still parts of the rainbow which contains something the people did not see, the death and cruelty of war. Death potpourri means a combination of things that are not in agreement with principles. At last few lines of stanza 2,"astray","pay" and "spray" rhymes very well and have negative meanings of threaten and desperation. I feel that this is a very interesting poem as it makes use of good imagery and help convey the message that war is bad.
Sources:http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=168061
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Flora and Fuana in Maycomb
Mockingbirds are a group of New World passerine birds from the Mimidae family. They are best known for the habit of some species mimicking the songs of other birds and the sounds of insects and amphibians,often loudly and in rapid succession. There are about 17 species in three genera. These do not appear to form a monophyletic lineage: Mimus and Nesomimus are quite closely related; their closest living relatives appear to be some thrashers, such as the Sage Thrasher. Melanotis is more distinct; it seems to represent a very ancient basal lineage of Mimidae.
Mockingbirds are also knowned for their unique ability to mimic the songs of other songbirds. They are about 11 inches long.They are soft gray with paler breasts, marked with white wing bars and outer tail feathers. White patches under their wings are visible when they fly. They have long, thin beaks and long perky tails.
In Maycomb,there is a wide variety of plants which attracts mockingbirds.Thus,mockingbird exist in Maycomb .
Mockingbirds are also knowned for their unique ability to mimic the songs of other songbirds. They are about 11 inches long.They are soft gray with paler breasts, marked with white wing bars and outer tail feathers. White patches under their wings are visible when they fly. They have long, thin beaks and long perky tails.
In Maycomb,there is a wide variety of plants which attracts mockingbirds.Thus,mockingbird exist in Maycomb .
Discrimination and prejudice
Me: Alvin, share your thoughts with me about your point of view on prejudice and discrimination.
Me: What is your understanding of prejudice and discrimination?
Alvin: Prejudice and discrimination are biasness against people from other origins, and this often results in isolating them from the entire community.
Me: Do you think that racism should occur?
Alvin: Of course not, I think that we human beings should not discriminate others as God made us all equal.
Me: So you do not think that we should discriminate others from other races?
Alvin: Yes, I think only insensible and insensitive people discriminate others that are from other races. Come to think of it, I think that those people whom discriminate others (because of their skin colour) are very foolish.
Me: Why do you think racism occurs?
Alvin: I think that racism occurs as people do not understand the culture and traditions of people from other races. This might lead to misunderstandings and discrimination against them.
Me: In the past, there was a law in America that states that the blacks are three fifth of a white. What do you think of that? Is it ethical to pass a law like that?
Alvin: Certainly not. It is absurd to pass such a law. I think that if that law was to be passed out now, there will be riots and strikes all over in America. In the past, most of the blacks were meek to the whites and dare not stand up against them.
Me: Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me about your point of view on prejudice and discrimination, Alvin.
Me: What is your understanding of prejudice and discrimination?
Alvin: Prejudice and discrimination are biasness against people from other origins, and this often results in isolating them from the entire community.
Me: Do you think that racism should occur?
Alvin: Of course not, I think that we human beings should not discriminate others as God made us all equal.
Me: So you do not think that we should discriminate others from other races?
Alvin: Yes, I think only insensible and insensitive people discriminate others that are from other races. Come to think of it, I think that those people whom discriminate others (because of their skin colour) are very foolish.
Me: Why do you think racism occurs?
Alvin: I think that racism occurs as people do not understand the culture and traditions of people from other races. This might lead to misunderstandings and discrimination against them.
Me: In the past, there was a law in America that states that the blacks are three fifth of a white. What do you think of that? Is it ethical to pass a law like that?
Alvin: Certainly not. It is absurd to pass such a law. I think that if that law was to be passed out now, there will be riots and strikes all over in America. In the past, most of the blacks were meek to the whites and dare not stand up against them.
Me: Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me about your point of view on prejudice and discrimination, Alvin.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
My Multiple Intelligences test
Hi everyone,I am back for a new post.Today I am going to talk about my Multiple Intelligences test.First of all,I think that the multiple intelligences test has its pros and cons.The questions in the test will give you a rough guage of what your learning profile is and are simple to answer.However,I think that the results are not very accurate in every aspects.For example,the results are that my kinaesthetics are quite low, but i do love sports and outdoor games.However,the results are quite accurate in terms of the Logical(number smart).I do love math and it is one of my favourite subject.Thus the results are accurate in this case,as it has the highest and largest part of the pie chart.I propose that they should set more questions ,maybe 80 to 100 questions,as 40 questions are just too little to guage one's learning profile.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Lotteries
Hey!I am back for another post.This time I am going to share about my views on lotteries.I seriously condemn them as I think that they are extremely addictive and the root cause of many troubles.Under the disillusion that they could make quick money and become an overnight millionaire,these gamblers indulged in gambling all day long.They are simply overpowered by greed.Many of them could actually lead normal and carefree lives,however they chose to gamble hoping to strike rich with a stroke of luck.However that stroke of luck never seems to appear.Once these gamblers fail to win the first time,they just dismissed it ,saying that they were just unlucky.They then gamble again trying to recope their losses.They would be unknowingly entering this spiral,circle that would trap them forever.As for my parents views,they are drastically different.My mother often said that these gambles would ruin families and drive one to his wit's end.I had to agree with her.once the gambler loses money he would borrow money from loan sharks this is when all the problems arises.Families,careers would all be lost.On the other hand,my father said that,"you never try,you never know"
Yes,I agree that a small gamble on lotteries once a blue moon is acceptable,but over indulging it will prove to be drastic and costly.I feel that newspapers should not publish news of people striking rich from 4-d.This would influenced more people to gamble.Governments should be applauded for creating hotlines to help counsel addictive gambles.However,they should not creat casinos as it would then be very contradicting.Finally,I would like to advise everyone not to gamble, aas you would be paying it with your life.Learn to treasure life.
Yes,I agree that a small gamble on lotteries once a blue moon is acceptable,but over indulging it will prove to be drastic and costly.I feel that newspapers should not publish news of people striking rich from 4-d.This would influenced more people to gamble.Governments should be applauded for creating hotlines to help counsel addictive gambles.However,they should not creat casinos as it would then be very contradicting.Finally,I would like to advise everyone not to gamble, aas you would be paying it with your life.Learn to treasure life.
Monday, June 29, 2009
My favourite Poet
Hey!I am back for another post.Today I am going to share about my favourite
poet.I need to admit that I don't really read about poems, prefering storybooks
instead.However there is a poet whose peoms are as interesting and meaningful as
a storybook.Not only that, he also composes songs too.He is none other than
EDGAR ALLEN POE.
His background:He was born in Boston, January 19, 1809, and after a tempestuous life of forty
years, he died in the city of Baltimore, October 7, 1849.
His father, the son of a distinguished officer in the Revolutionary army, was
educated for the law, but having married the beautiful English actress, Elizabeth
Arnold, he abandoned law, and in company with his wife, led a wandering life on
the stage. The two died within a short time of each other, leaving three children
entirely destitute. Edgar, the second son, a bright, beautiful boy, was adopted
by John Allen, a wealthy citizen of Richmond. Allen, having no children of his
own, became very much attached to Edgar, and used his wealth freely in
educating the boy. At the age of seven he was sent to school at Stoke
Newington, near London, where he remained for six years. During the next three
years he studied under private tutors, at the residence of the Allen's in
Richmond. In 1826 he entered the University of Virginia, where he remained less
than a year.
After a year or two of fruitless life at home, a cadetship was obtained for him
at West Point. He was soon tried by court-martial and expelled from school
because he drank to excess and neglected his studies. Thus ended his school
days.
In 1829 he published "Al Aaraaf, and Minor Poems." "This work," says his
biographer, Mr. Stoddard, "was not a remarkable production for a young
gentleman of twenty." Poe himself was ashamed of the volume.
After his stormy school life, he returned to Richmond, where he was kindly
received by Mr. Allen. Poe's conduct was such that Mr. Allen was obliged to
turn him out of doors, and, dying soon after, he made no mention of Poe in his
will.
Now wholly thrown upon his own resources, he took up literature as a profession,
but in this he failed to gain a living. He enlisted as a private soldier, but was
soon recognized as the West Point cadet and a discharge procured.
In 1833 Poe won two prizes of $100 each for a tale in prose, and for a poem.
John P. Kennedy, one of the committee who made the award, now gave him
means of support, and secured employment for him as editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger" at Richmond. After a short but successful editorial work on
"The Messenger," his old habits returned, he quarreled with his publishers and
was dismissed. While in Richmond he married his cousin, Virginia Clem, and in
January, 1837, removed to New York. Here he gained a poor support by writing
for periodicals.
His literary work may be summed up as follows: In 1838 appeared a fiction
entitled "The Narrative of Arthur Gorden Pym;" 1839, editor of Burton's
"Gentleman's Magazine," Philadelphia; next, editor of "Graham's Magazine;"
1840, "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque," in two volumes; 1845, "The
Raven," published by the "American Review;" then sub-editor of the "Mirror"
under employment of N. P. Willis and Geo. P. Norris; next associate editor of
the "Broadway Journal."
His wife died in 1848. His poverty was now such that the press made appeals to
the public for his support.
In 1848 he published "Eureka, a Prose Poem."
He went to Richmond in 1849, where he was engaged to a lady of considerable
fortune. In October he started for New York to arrange for the wedding, but
at Baltimore he met some of his former boon companions, and spent the night in
drinking. In the morning he was found in a state of delirium, and died in a few
hours.
The most remarkable of his tales are "The Gold Bug," "The Fall of the House of
Usher," "The Murders of the Rue Morgue," "The Purloined Letter," "A Descent
into Maelstrom," and "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar." "The Raven" and
"The Bells" alone would make the name of Poe immortal. The teachers of
Baltimore placed a monument over his grave in 1875.
Poe has been severely censured by many writers for his wild and stormy life, but
we notice that Ingram and some other prominent authors claim that he has been
willfully slandered and that many of the charges brought against him are not
true. His ungovernable temper and high spirit led him into disputes with his
friends, hence he was not enabled to hold any one position for a great length of
time. Like Byron and Burns, he had faults in personal life, but his ungovernable
passions are sleeping, while the sad strains of "The Raven," the clear and
harmonious tones of "The Bells," and the powerful images of his fancy live in the
immortal literature of his time.
Some of his interesting peoms:
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow--You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand--How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep--while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and singWith drowsy head and folded wingAmong the green leaves as they shakeFar down within some shadowy lake,To me a painted paroquetHath been—most familiar bird—Taught me my alphabet to say,To lisp my very earliest wordWhile in the wild wood I did lie,A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor yearsSo shake the very Heaven on highWith tumult as they thunder by,I have no time for idle caresThrough gazing on the unquiet sky;And when an hour with calmer wingsIts down upon my spirit flings,That little time with lyre and rhymeTo while away—forbidden things—My heart would feel to be a crimeUnless it trembled with the strings.
Song I SAW thee on thy bridal day - When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame -As such it well may pass -Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee.
poet.I need to admit that I don't really read about poems, prefering storybooks
instead.However there is a poet whose peoms are as interesting and meaningful as
a storybook.Not only that, he also composes songs too.He is none other than
EDGAR ALLEN POE.
His background:He was born in Boston, January 19, 1809, and after a tempestuous life of forty
years, he died in the city of Baltimore, October 7, 1849.
His father, the son of a distinguished officer in the Revolutionary army, was
educated for the law, but having married the beautiful English actress, Elizabeth
Arnold, he abandoned law, and in company with his wife, led a wandering life on
the stage. The two died within a short time of each other, leaving three children
entirely destitute. Edgar, the second son, a bright, beautiful boy, was adopted
by John Allen, a wealthy citizen of Richmond. Allen, having no children of his
own, became very much attached to Edgar, and used his wealth freely in
educating the boy. At the age of seven he was sent to school at Stoke
Newington, near London, where he remained for six years. During the next three
years he studied under private tutors, at the residence of the Allen's in
Richmond. In 1826 he entered the University of Virginia, where he remained less
than a year.
After a year or two of fruitless life at home, a cadetship was obtained for him
at West Point. He was soon tried by court-martial and expelled from school
because he drank to excess and neglected his studies. Thus ended his school
days.
In 1829 he published "Al Aaraaf, and Minor Poems." "This work," says his
biographer, Mr. Stoddard, "was not a remarkable production for a young
gentleman of twenty." Poe himself was ashamed of the volume.
After his stormy school life, he returned to Richmond, where he was kindly
received by Mr. Allen. Poe's conduct was such that Mr. Allen was obliged to
turn him out of doors, and, dying soon after, he made no mention of Poe in his
will.
Now wholly thrown upon his own resources, he took up literature as a profession,
but in this he failed to gain a living. He enlisted as a private soldier, but was
soon recognized as the West Point cadet and a discharge procured.
In 1833 Poe won two prizes of $100 each for a tale in prose, and for a poem.
John P. Kennedy, one of the committee who made the award, now gave him
means of support, and secured employment for him as editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger" at Richmond. After a short but successful editorial work on
"The Messenger," his old habits returned, he quarreled with his publishers and
was dismissed. While in Richmond he married his cousin, Virginia Clem, and in
January, 1837, removed to New York. Here he gained a poor support by writing
for periodicals.
His literary work may be summed up as follows: In 1838 appeared a fiction
entitled "The Narrative of Arthur Gorden Pym;" 1839, editor of Burton's
"Gentleman's Magazine," Philadelphia; next, editor of "Graham's Magazine;"
1840, "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque," in two volumes; 1845, "The
Raven," published by the "American Review;" then sub-editor of the "Mirror"
under employment of N. P. Willis and Geo. P. Norris; next associate editor of
the "Broadway Journal."
His wife died in 1848. His poverty was now such that the press made appeals to
the public for his support.
In 1848 he published "Eureka, a Prose Poem."
He went to Richmond in 1849, where he was engaged to a lady of considerable
fortune. In October he started for New York to arrange for the wedding, but
at Baltimore he met some of his former boon companions, and spent the night in
drinking. In the morning he was found in a state of delirium, and died in a few
hours.
The most remarkable of his tales are "The Gold Bug," "The Fall of the House of
Usher," "The Murders of the Rue Morgue," "The Purloined Letter," "A Descent
into Maelstrom," and "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar." "The Raven" and
"The Bells" alone would make the name of Poe immortal. The teachers of
Baltimore placed a monument over his grave in 1875.
Poe has been severely censured by many writers for his wild and stormy life, but
we notice that Ingram and some other prominent authors claim that he has been
willfully slandered and that many of the charges brought against him are not
true. His ungovernable temper and high spirit led him into disputes with his
friends, hence he was not enabled to hold any one position for a great length of
time. Like Byron and Burns, he had faults in personal life, but his ungovernable
passions are sleeping, while the sad strains of "The Raven," the clear and
harmonious tones of "The Bells," and the powerful images of his fancy live in the
immortal literature of his time.
Some of his interesting peoms:
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow--You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand--How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep--while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and singWith drowsy head and folded wingAmong the green leaves as they shakeFar down within some shadowy lake,To me a painted paroquetHath been—most familiar bird—Taught me my alphabet to say,To lisp my very earliest wordWhile in the wild wood I did lie,A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor yearsSo shake the very Heaven on highWith tumult as they thunder by,I have no time for idle caresThrough gazing on the unquiet sky;And when an hour with calmer wingsIts down upon my spirit flings,That little time with lyre and rhymeTo while away—forbidden things—My heart would feel to be a crimeUnless it trembled with the strings.
Song I SAW thee on thy bridal day - When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame -As such it well may pass -Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Why I like the peom
The reasons why I like this peom is because it is interesting.The author knows how to make use of figurative language to its fullest extent creatively and intelligently.The entire story revolves around a knight who is determined to save his lady at all cost but in the end he lost the battle and left his horse dead at foot of castle wall.The whole peom has a quick pace and good rythem and I enjoyed reading it.
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