This is not a test , This is your life, The "Now" is constantly updating! Are you?
Comic relief
The termite, the architect of great ability and reminiscent of Franklin Lloyd Wright..
What is composition?
To compose. Literally. The process of thought, as it becomes reality in printed form. To craft verse or prose. The placement of words creating the most concise (if your good) literal meaning; which conveys a message to the reader that provokes or disgusts, leads or repells them future into the path, you have plotted for them. Or maybe it is simple the written word!
There is no spoon! Neo! He is the One! Maybe in another life time, sorry Kid!
A Poem Born on 9/1/09 "Iowa"
Longing for Indiana, I think of cornfields and snowflakes... Snowy corn fields and not a kernel of silent splendor..
The ability to transend time and space to places of my youth... Yet I have never lived nor visited the Land called Iowa, Indiana.
Longing for home, thinking of youth and places I've been.
I shall dream of Iowa, which is code for Indiana..
No more... transcendence, splendor
Home is a place without corn.......
Narrative Blog
This narrative has 2 working titles. It is the first paragraph of a 6 page short story. I thought it better to insert a narrative then try to define one. I know were this particular narrative goes but I wonder where it might go in an alternative universe. I wonder where someone else might take this opening paragraph and then down the road we could compare: writing styles, stories and alternative endings; hopefully yours won't superseed mine.
I have problems with sentence structure because I am a poet at heart and often times write verse when the rules say write in prose. I have posted a version, I believe to be close to the original, below (it is highlighted). I have reworked this paragraph about 45 times (hard to tell by these two comparisons how far it got from the original and how far it came back) the top one is the latest version.
Something Anything
Or
God's only man
I once dared to believe I was God’s only man. Looking back on the past few years, seeing my world of dysfunction and ignorant bliss; a ridiculous self-indulgent-folly. My space, void of her touch. My heartlessness, simply an illusion of conformity or worse, loveless actions of a cruel man. The words, "something/anything!" race through my mind. These delusions of youthful strength and boundless dreams of flesh and infinity, remind me of those who have judged and beaten me. Their memory is a reflection of my own disregard and contempt. I am out of touch. I have become, to myself, a comical truth and forbidden are desires of souls like mine. God’s only man heavyhearted and under the spell of her fading sent. I am unable to let go. If you listen closely I’m singing that endless song lowly and driven with resentment; a senseless compulsion without any release.
I once dared to believe I was Gods only man. As I look back on the world just a few years ago, my world of dysfunction and ignorant bliss, a state of absolute ridiculousness and folly. This space without her touch, this illusion of conformity and grace; yet heartless I can not possibly feel. Words floating around in my head flash before me like endless memoirs of youthful strength and boundless dreams of flesh and infinity. To those who have judged me, those too who have beaten me with a reflection of my own disregard and contempt for any belief out side of my realm. Out of touch with less then a jest of comical truth; forbidden is the desire of souls like mine. God’s only man, heavyhearted and under the spell of her fading sent. Letting go is further then my imagination can rise above. Beyond and yet I go on and grace the unwarranted gift appears like the proverbial carrot just out of reach. If you listen closely I’m singing that endless song lowly and driven with resentment, a senseless compulsion without any release.
Definition Blog
Again, taking an unconventional approach. I chose to use a poem, I wrote, that is a play on words to define the word definition. Words like, "whale, wail, well and whole, hole" and others. I wanted to demonstrate that definition or by definition definition is a form of convergence. Does that make sense? To define something one must be concise or language, the tool or vehicle, might and often does redefine something entirely different. Ironically, I believe that last sentence just did what I was trying to define.
Fish
Little fish, little fish swims into the mouth of an ancient whale
To taste soul food
Whale of a smile, swallowed whole
The whole heart; a hole in the heart
The gift of spiritual sustenance, a purpose, a reason to be...
Aha, a harmonious, rational, realization of reality
Simplicity and purposeful wondering
Innocence upon a smile
Becoming whole leaves the empty hole
Filled and forgotten the void is no more!
Little fish, little fish always a whale of a snack
The substance of correct innerness
A link in the chain, minimal fractions of space,
Prove part of the Universe
A soul born into the human race…
The one rock sought in a mountain of pebbles,
Sifting through such collective sublime
A chaotic precession, resembling a heartbeat on multiple levels
Distance, velocity, gravity
Forming matter, equal to human limitations unbound!
All possible angles viewed, geometrically and simultaneously as well
May alter your perception,
About time/space
Conforming; all form to one, as one is all!
Like the hungry snake who, ate his own tail, yes the tale of a missing snake
Now you understand
Little Fish, little Fish ate the whale!!
Well, Whale, Wail…..
Kori Ramos
"What is Life"
WOW! That was a fantastic read. It could be compared to many books. In fact I thought it was a perfect example of convergence/emergence of the disciplines. I was fascinated by how smart, thought provoking and well constructed that article was. I once did a research paper on Alchemy it was a project for my comp. II class.
Before reading this article, "What is Life" I was thinking that Alchemy was another great example of convergence/emergence.
This article leads the reader down a road, that really does not conclude, with definitive answers, but opens the doors to several different perspectives. It lay-ed heavily on physical science, but merely scratched the surface of the mental and spiritual worlds, that I believe are all equally responsible for "life". I once read that elephants cry when a member of their family dies. The video that corresponded with the reading I just mentioned, was of a mother elephant and her baby. I do not no what the baby elephant died of but the mama was definitely crying. This leads me to believe animals have souls or at least a consciousness beyond (eat, sleep and poop). They have feelings. So I think any analysis of life without a comprehensive look at the spiritual world is incomplete. If there is no purpose to our experience and no place beyond death to transform too; then it is all to dark for me. I am not suggesting that that was the authors intent; I just feel he did not devote enough energy to this aspect. No pun intended on the words (devote and energy).
The mental world or should I say the self projected illusion of time/space is worth questioning on a philosophical level. Does the mind create its own world ie "the Matrix"? Is this merely a dream of the collective whole? Does the whole out weigh the sum of its parts or vice-a-versa? Or are we electrified H2O mutating out of control as the author suggest? I think the scope of the human mind, and species is far-to-narrow to ever know; with any certainty. No one ever dreamed of looking at DNA, it was far to small to comprehend. Yet today we can see it and understand it and trace it. What if on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, something so large existed amongst us, parallel too us or even a being walking on a cosmic ground (size and space incomprehensible)
with our solar system and galaxy stuck in his/her finger nail!!!! For more on this though go to Time bandit .
Or for a more comprehensive definition check out this Words, and language, are really amazing things. Then again is more definitive then my cosmic finger nail.....
Mix Master Blog
Blood in The Gutter
In chapter 3 of Understanding Comics McCloud talks about the spaces between panels or the negative space, if you will. He talked about 6 types of closure:
- moment-to-moment
- Action-to-action
- Subject-to-subject
- Scene-to-scene
- Aspect-to-aspect
- Non-sequitur
One thing that I related to or found easy to visualize was the frame that said, "To kill a man between panels is to condemn him to a thousand deaths." I think that is a powerful statement because in a world of modern film and hyper-violent T.V. we rarely get the chance to let our imagination run wild. Another example of our de-sensitized society is pornography. It is my belief that porn is so excepted and viewed (not by this writer of course) that the excitement no longer is produced by the full nudity of out-right porn; that's to easy these days. The excitement is between the "panels" what is not seen but left to the imagination; the return of PG where less is more. Comics are a great example leading the reader to critical mass-then a break in the action (were the death or sexual act occurs)-and then returns you to the aftermath or getting dressed, whatever the case may be. So my conclusion for "Blood in the gutter" is to remember that a break in the action or panels allows the reader a chance to use his /her imagination to get to the next panel. Which is to say the reader is now an active part of the narration.
Unit One Portfolio
Reflections
Collusion of Craft This is a link to Carola's narritive Smashing into My own narritative
Unit Two Portfolio
Classic Modern American Movie
This movie is one of the greatest movies ever. It has great performances, smart story line and dialog.
It has the power to make someone want to research William Blake and his poetry. Watch this clip and become a fan.
Our angery words, our jestful comments, even our sarcasm, and surely the things we apologize for are the things we mean to say.
Final.... Final Project or Next big thing
Comments (3)
susan hodgins said
at 2:59 pm on Aug 28, 2009
Move down move down make room...more tea more tea...and Alice?????
Christina Hagan said
at 7:26 pm on Sep 8, 2009
Corn, Corn, what would we ever do without corn, home, and snow!
ShareRiff said
at 1:01 am on Jun 4, 2011
and this is just page one.......!!!!!!!!
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