BSEdEng3B Movie group

Stunning Group	Attacting Group
ANDO, Cynthia Villarta	BONE, Lorgen Tumala
CAHULOGAN, Melessa Dupeno	CALIMBO, Reah Vivienne Soria
CANTERE, Saira Jenfel Canunayon	CANUBAS, Aljun Cahulugan
DAWANG, Mae Ann Cailo	FEROLINO, Harritte Hope Logramonte
FLORES, Errol Brylle Tagudin	FUENTEVILLA, Sharenah Nazareno
GAITE, Criza Marie Gagarani	GALINDO, Eithel Orohela
HELLICANIA, Paola Moreno	LABTAN, Lilian Medalla
LITAO, Leah Mae Trases	LLOREN, Rica Quennie Javar
MANDANTEZ, Janlowee Cuizon	MAXIAN, Wezie Meliz
OLORES, Julius Ramos	OMBOY, Princess Abegaile Sumortin
PACULBA, Javen Ira Gesulga	PANGAN, Sharmaine Anne Ledon
PILAPIL, Ruthsan Russelle Trancillas	PUANSING, Mark Ellier Menchavez
QUITOR, Hanna Mhore Coronado	RACOMA, Quorrine Vya Cagamcam
RAMOS, Julianne Llagas	SADURA, Carlo Pagobo
SANG-AN, Faith Denize Wenceslao	SISON, Zerlen Joy Novilla
SOLIA, Dorothy Mae Delgado	TAGOCTOC, Aileen Palma
TAYLARAN, Adeline Libardos	TIIN, Joysie Okit
TINOHAN, Ethel Hope Agustin	TORRES, Gretchen Araquel
TORRES, Michelle Puyong	VELEZ, Keshia Pearl Hortelano

Movie Group BSEdEng3A

Gorgeous Group	Elegant Group
ACMA, Eufelna Maraon	AGAN, Trisha
ALEGADO, Ellen Cantos	ALVARIDA, Marie Grace Payla
BACUS, Faith Kimberly Tocmo	BAGALANON, Krystle Marie Dumaboc
BALAYO, Eunice Pardo	BALINO, Katherine Joy Noble
BIGBIG, Jeney Joy Tanginan	BORRES, Retzie Mae Jawod
CALAG, Glaiza Mae Pastias	CAMPECIÑO, Nathaniel Dave Sescon
CAÑEDO, Lovelyn Albarrasin	CARUMBA, Mia Shella Lago
CATURAY, Lorelyn Quintila	DE PAZ, Angelie Caharian
ENADAP, Jeshiel Caranay	GABRIZA, Danielle Sebial
GAMUS, Janwillen Sarbida	GILO, Fetty Jamis
GREGORIO, Shiela Mae Mobo	GUMBAO, Sunshine Benedicto
HERNANDEZ, Ferlyn Defamente	JOROMO, Angelbert Flores
LIGMON, Lucil De Luna	LITERATUS, Ella Queen Panzo
LLORENTE, Engelyn Pamat	LUNA, Maria Emma Lopez
MADERSE, Engelyn Lapiz	MAQUISO, Queenie Camarillo
MONDIGO, Jujie Ann Tablada	MONTEVERDE, Rethel Jane Arances
NALE, Lizhley Ann Calapan	PANDITA, Aliah Laurico
PASUCAL, Valery Porlonga	PONDAVILLA, Jessie Danna Delos Santos
PUSOD, Darchny Zate	RABACA, Mercy Laraga
ROSANO, Rica May Dotimas	ROXAS, Krizzia Jane Peligrino
SUARIN, Donna Marie Fabre	TAGUPA, Neil Medado
TALAROC, Jessa Estabas	TOLEDO, April Joy Jamera
VERGARA, Donna Lie Jauod

World Literature Weekend Tasks

World Literature

Good day! 

Kindly do the following tasks and submit your work on:

Monday (April 3, 2017) for BSEdFil2

Tuesday(April 4, 2017) for BSES2B

1.      1.  Read the On Love by Khalil Gibran and Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare. On a ½ crosswise 2. 2. Using the thoughts on the poems, write your own definition of love.

2.       3. Read the poem Money by Howard Nemerov. In a 1 whole sheet of paper, write a 1-2 paragraph criticism on the power money holds in the society.

3.       4. (By pair) Create a comic script based on the poem Apple by Plato. Draw your script on a short bond paper.

4.     5.   For BSES2B: Practice the song Love and Marriage and Honey by group. Each group should be composed of 10 members.  You can use any handheld musical instrument as an accompaniment but you are not allowed to use electronic/phone/cd/minus-one in the presentation on Tuesday (April 4, 2017).

A Blasphemy

A Blasphemy

By Rodney Jones

A girl attacked me once with a number 2 Eagle pencil

for a whiny lisping impression of a radio preacher

she must have loved more than sophisticated or peace,

for she took the pencil in a whitened knuckle

and drove the point with all her weight behind it

through a thick pair of jeans, jogging it at the end

and twisting it, so the lead broke off under the skin,

an act undertaken so suddenly and dramatically

it was as though I had awakened in a strange hotel

with sirens going off and half-dressed women rushing

in every direction with kids tucked under their arms;

as though the Moslems had retaken Jerusalem for

the twelfth time, the crusaders were riding south,

and the Jews in Cadiz and Granada were packing

their bags, mapping the snowy ghettos of the north.

But where we were, it was still Tuscaloosa, late

summer, and the heat in her sparsely decorated room

We had come together after work was so miserable

and intense the wallpaper was crimping at each seam,

the posters of daisies and horses she had pasted up

were fallen all over the floor. Whatever I thought

would happen was not going to happen with any of the three billion women

of the world forever. This time it would take

for the first kindness was the wait for a Campbellite

to accept Darwin and Galileo or for all Arkansas

to embrace a black Messiah. The time it would take

for even a hand to shyly, unambiguously brush my own

was the years Bertrand Russel waited for humanism,

disarmament, and neutrality. And then she was

there, her cloth daubing at the darkly jellying wound.

In contrition, she bowed with tweezers to pick the grit.

With alcohol, she cleansed the rubbery petals.

She unspooled the white gauze and spread the balm of mercy.

Because she loved Christ, she forgave me. And what

was  that all about? I wondered, walking home,

through the familiar streets, and steeple of each church

raised like a beneficent weapon, the mark of the heretic

on my thigh, and mockery was still the unforgivable sin.

Nims, J.F. 1992. Western wind: an introduction to Poetry. New York: McGraw-Hill.

Epitaph of Nearchos
By Ammianus

Rest lightly O Earth upon this wretched Nearchos
That the dogs may have no trouble in dragging him out.

The End of the Weekend

Hello Poetry Enthusiasts:

To enjoy your week-end here’s to intellectual celebration. Read the poem below answer the following questions briefly. Write your answers in the comment portion not later than Monday, February 6, 2017 with this format:

Name

Section Code

Answers:

1.       Etc

2.       Ect

3.       etc

The End Of The Weekend

by Anthony Evan Hecht

A dying firelight slides along the quirt
Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
Fingers a page of Captain Marriat
Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt.

We rise together to the second floor.
Outside, across the lake, an endless wind
Whips against the headstones of the dead and wails
In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.
She rubs against me and I feel her nails.
Although we are alone, I lock the door.

The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers:
This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings,
Wind, lip, lake, everything awaits
The slow unloosening of her underthings
And then the noise. Something is dropped. It grates
against the attic beams. I climb the stairs
Armed with a belt.

A long magnesium shaft
Of moonlight from the dormer cuts a path
Among the shattered skeletons of mice.
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.
Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.
Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip. 

Retrieved from: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-the-weekend/

1.      What is the meaning of the firelight in the poem? Does it matter that it is loose?

2.      What are the senses that were activated in the poems in you? How are each sense involved?

3.      What does the presence of the great black presence have to do with the love affair? What is its effect (if any) to the lover?

I Like you.

As I am having a hard time today finishing an essay, I thought I should try hand a bit into what we call irony. J It has to go through a lot of critiquing yet and who knows, one day it’ll find its way to a book. Dreams always come true.  

I like you.

I like you a lot….

You go to church every Sunday and are always pleasing to everyone you meet.

I like how religiously and honestly you go to church and take note of the deficiency of people around you.  I like you better after the service when you make fun of these dishonest people.

I like you because you please people but more because you stab them in their back after.

I like you because you appear clean and kind. And when the person leaves, you mock them with your mimicry.

I like you because you are polite and tactful. I like you most because you wait for the person to leave before you discuss his weakness.

I like you, everyday. As I wish everyday more dishonest and less tactful people could grow, so honest and clean people like you could go.

And I like you more because you remind me that hell is indeed just around the corner and not in the midst of people as good and as clean as you. 

After this post, i hope id be able to finish the activity i am preparing for my mythology class. And later, my poetry class. Thanks for reading.