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LUGSONG- a visayan term which means to go down, indeed in life we travel sometimes up, sometimes down.these are entries on life and love. it includes learnings one gets even from children.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
GOD AND GODDESSES OF BSES
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Wednesday, January 13, 2016
English 211
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Poetry Materials
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English 44
Understanding Poetry
Images – appeals to us through our
senses. They deal in color or sound, temperature, feelings or physical contact
Concrete Image – appeals to us as bodily sensations
Ex.
Men do their broken weapons rather use
Than
their bare hands.
Abstract Images – appeals to us a
ideas, aspirations, et al.
Ex.
Just because you’re so proper, does that mean other people cannot enjoy?
Symbol – from Greek word Symbolon which means something put together; an image that stands for
more than it denotes literally
Figures of Speech
‘The most exalting word is the word LIKE, whether it is pronounced or
implied.”
-
Andre Breton
Simile – Latin word for “like”
Metaphor - - from Greek word for
transfer; stronger than simile since it is more concentrated, it hits with greater
impact.
Analogy – shows resemblance in form
or function, between unlike objects
Synesthesia – from a Greek word which
means blended feeling
Allusion – follows a
“it-reminds-me-of” pattern; an incomplete reference to something that those who share our knowledge or
background will understand
Personification – seeing
abstractions, movements, or events as people
Mythology – natural product of the
symbolizing mind; it allows us to see people, places, abstractions,
or events in a different light as associated to the figure with which they stand
Synecdoche – from Greek word which
means taking as a whole ; it singles
out some part of a thing as
important enough to stand for the whole thing
Metonymy – so close that it overlaps.
Ex. I saw the Axe today!
Allegory – a narrative in which
characters and events stand for ideas and actions on another
Level.
Paradox – a statement that seems to
imply contradiction
Oxymoron – translated from the Greek
as cleverly stupid or paraphrased as absurd on purpose
Irony – directs our attention, to a
play of opposites
Archetypal Image – patterning whose
unconscious charge can stir and disturb us
Emotions
Dark Light
Despair Pity
Apathy Love
Sorrow Pride
Fear Joy
Hate wonder
Anger Hope
Please make certain you have known by heart the poems we have tackled in class.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Let's talk about the girls....
Hello poetry enthusiasts!
Kindly upload your answers on the comments section of this entry on or before November 26, 2015. Have a good time!
Kindly upload your answers on the comments section of this entry on or before November 26, 2015. Have a good time!
With a partner, discuss the following:
1. Identify least 3 symbols found in the poems. What do these symbols stand for?
2. Discuss how these symbols help achieve the meaning of the poem.
3 For Girls Working in Banks, discuss how Shapiro described to us the nature of banks and hoe important these establishments to different kinds of civilization.
4. For Loose Woman, Who killed the woman. Why do you say that is the killed?
5. A. What is the theme of Girls Working in Banks?
B. What is the theme of Loose Woman?
6. Kindly upload your softcopy on my blogspot on or before Thursday, Nov. 26, 2015.
Girls Working in Banks
By: karl Shapiro
Girls working I banks wear bouffant hair and shed
In their passage over the rather magnificent floors
Tiny shreds of perforated paper, body flakes.
They walk through rows of youngwish vice-presidents
With faraway looks, who dandle pencils and tend to ignore
The little tigerish lights flashing on their telephones.
When the girls return to their stations behind a friendly grid
They out money neatly or graciously take it,
For not far from them the great interior glow of a vault
Built out of beaten dimes, stands open, shines,
Beaming security without ostentation.
If you glance inside it there’s nothing to be seen
But burnished drawers and poslished steel elbows
Of the great machine of the door. It’s s speckles world
With nobody inside it, like the bestroom in a crate.
The girls change places frequently, moving their own addresses
From Open to close, next counter, or they walk away
With surprising freedom behind a wall or rise up on escalators
Past aging and well-groomed guards whose pistols seem
Almost a apologetic as they watch people
Bending over Formica stand-up desks writing
With ballpoint pens attached to rosary chains,
After which the people select a queue in which they stand
Pious, abashed at the papery transactions,
And eventually walk with the subtlest sense if relief
Out of revolving doors into the glorious anonymous streets.
Loose woman
By: X.J. Kennedy
Someone who well new how shed toss her chin
Passing the firehouse oglers, at their taunt,
Let it be flung up higher than shed want,
Just held fast by a little hinge of skin
Two boys come from the river
Of underbrush and stooped. One wrecked a pair
Of sneakers blundering into her hair
And that day made a different sort of catch.
Her next-best talent, setting tonues to buzz,
Lasts longer than her best. It still occurs
To wonderhad she been our fault or hers
And had she loved him. Who the bastard was,
Though long tyhey asked and notebooked round about
And turned up not afew who would have known
That white inch where her neck met shoulderbone,
Was one thing more we never did find out.
Visual Poetry
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Thursday, November 12, 2015
Hello there, Poetry Enthusiasts!
To spend a better weekend that is both enjoyable and intellectually enriching, I am encouraging you to do the activity. Kindly submit an encoded answer on November 17, 2015. As agreed, please upload your soft copy in the comments section of this entry. Thank you.
To spend a better weekend that is both enjoyable and intellectually enriching, I am encouraging you to do the activity. Kindly submit an encoded answer on November 17, 2015. As agreed, please upload your soft copy in the comments section of this entry. Thank you.
1. Identify and evaluate the figures of speech used by the poet in the poem that follows. Discuss how the poem appeals? Do you think the poem is successful in delivering its intended meaning because of the devices used? If yes, how? If no, why?
Habitation
- Margaret Atwood
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire
2. How well do you think the imagery (lake, skates, saint, thin ice) works in the following love poem, published early this century?
Her bosom’s like a frozen lake
On whose cold brink I stand;
Oh, buckle on my spirit’s skates,
And take me by the hand!
And lead thou, loving saint, the way
To where the ice is thin
That it may beak beneath my feet
And let a lover in.
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