Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Not Sense by Gail Tremblay



               Poetry is always a mixture of the five senses, and the sixth? the ability to know and celebrate what really matters. Here's to the celebration of poetry and life:-) 


 
Not Sense
By Gail Tremblay (b. 1945)

The tongue shapes and molds sound. Speech
Becomes sensation in the mouth vibrating
on the palate and the teeth – touch
done with more than fingertips transmutes
itself to rhythm in the ear. Words outleap
meaning and turn into a way to move.
We speak the names that objects will become.
Voice wakes the light, and we begin to see
the shadows leaves can make against the wood.
We say Earth spins, and suddenly the clouds
move like ghosts of old ones bringing rain
that loves the growing things upon the ground.
I listen to your breath against my skin
and wait for you to name the way you feel,
to tell me where you’ve been and where you go,
to find the shape of things we share and have
to give. I learn and whisper words to let you see
My tongue slips nimbly past my teeth
and finds lips ready to caress
the line of small round scars that mark
your cheek. Nothing mars the surface
of your skin; what is is graceful and words
could never see it any other way. I watch with senses
more perceptive than my eyes, and let you touch me
more than once or twice. Your voice says little;
sound echoes in my senses like the wind.
You fill the dark passages of form with murmurs
that  inhabit me until I learn it’s sound not sense
that fills the world, that keeps me warm.

Nims, F. (1992). Western wind: An introduction to poetry. New Yor: McGraw-Hill.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Take Home Exam II

English 72 (British and American Literature) 

Take Home Exam .

               Follow instructions closely and remember, you are creating and designing your final grade with each other as a guide and helper. 

1. Group of Three for this item. Fill in the grid with the information asked. (Encoded, long bond paper, landscape)

Title of the work
Writer/ Poet (1 point each)
Birth date (1 point each)
Date of Death (1 point each)
Place of Birth (1 point each)
Father (1 point each)
Mother (1 point each)
1. A bottle…






2. Kisses






3. The Schoolboy






4. Celebration…






5. 1st time…






6. Letter






7.Act of ….






8. The Man….






9. The Cradle…






10. The Rhodora






11. At A Calvary…






12. Cpt. Murderer







Title of the work
Spouse (1 point each)
Era where the work be-longs (1 point each)
3 General Characteristics of the Era (2 points each)
Theme of the work (5pts each)
1. A bottle…




2. Kisses




3. The Schoolboy




4. Celebration…




5. 1st time…




6. Letter




7.Act of ….




8. The Man….




9. The Cradle…




10. The Rhodora




11. At A Calvary…




12. Cpt. Murderer






2. Individual: Create a visual interpretation of Kisses, The Rhodora and Act of Union in a short bond paper. You can use any medium except that of computer generated. (30 points each)

3. Group of three. Write a sentence outline of Celebration of Intellect. Handwritten, long bond paper. (25 points) 

4. Group of five. Take pictures of a mother-and-child during the palaro week 2014 which would show the transgression of a child’s growth and mother’s love as reflected in The Cradle Song. Print these pictures in a 3x5 photo paper. Two photographs would represent each stanza of the poem. Artistically design a card for this task where the photographs and the poem itself can be seen. (50 points)

5. Using Shakespearean Sonnet, recreate the love-story of your parents as done by Elizabeth Barret-Browning in her First Time He Kissed Me. Encoded in a short bond paper. (25 points)

6. Using Robert Browning’s letter, write a letter to your future husband or wife say ten or fifteen years from now. Handwritten in your personally chosen kind of paper. (25 points)

7. In a group of three, create a comics  adaptation of Captain Murderer. (50 points)

Have an intellectually stimulating and creative PALARO week ahead!  Take care and enjoy!
God bless each of us!

                                                                                                                                                                M’Shai :-)