gothiclight

i am and forever will be a huge fan of poe. he's one of those writers where he has had so much happen to him obver the course of his life that it would be incredible if he didn't write. he took all the blows life threw at him and turned them right around in dynamic poems that captivate a reader. he also has a way of taking you away from your life and where you are and plopping him right there in the middle of his story. so while reading it's easy to feel as if youre actually in the story.

romantic poem reflection

psalm of life takes the idea of footprints in the sand on a beach and compares it to peoples lifes in time. their lives being the footprints and time being the sandy beach. this peom said to live life to its fullest and leave footprints in the sand or memories in life. its an idea that is actually very common in poetry being used in the famous poem "Footprints in the sand". it also is a great inspiration for other metaphores to use when writing about life.

political climate of the 1950s

in the 1950s politics seemed like nothing more than children running around saying "I'm in charge". with all the McCarthy hearings, media people were having their lives ruined simply because he had said they were a "National threat". when you look at the end of the hearings you can see how insanly incredible these accusations had become. they were beginning to be based on nothing more than suspicion and 'well i heard from him that he haerd from her that she told him her that she was told by the brother of him...' they were grasping at straws just to find these people guilty. ll just because McCarthy said so.

Crucible reflection

act one of the crucible was something verry similar to a highschool cafeteria. scandals of love and lust are coming to a head, accusations are being tossed left and right like a frisbee, and mass hysteria overcomes the entire end scene. but just like you can see the imence amount if drama that will result from a "he said she said" argument, you can almost see the hysteria building and predict that in the end.. somethings going to happen.

So keep me in Your loving arms.

this is my own version of "Footprints in the sand" that i wrote about two summers ago. it fits the puritan style of writing because there is a religious lesson behind it being that if you always trust that God is with you, you realize that He really is. hope you like it.

So keep me in Your loving arms.

Lord I had a dream last night,

That my life’s path was in the sand,

And I recognized the two foot tracks,

Of us walking hand in hand.

At first it seemed so simple,

You were with me all my life,

Even when I didn’t know you,

You were with me through the strife.

But then I started to look closer,

And I saw that there were times,

When there was only one set of footprints,

And I assumed that they were mine.

These times weren’t the easiest times,

They were times of sadness and doubt,

Times when no one seemed to hear me,

Whenever I would shout.

Lord why did you leave me,

When it seemed I needed you most,

Questions swirled in my mind,

As I stared at the footprints along the coast.

I sat there for awhile,

Waiting for your reply,

Staring at the waves,

And watching the birds in the sky.

And then you said to me,

My daughter don’t you realize,

The answer to your question,

Is right before your eyes.

Those times it seemed you were alone,

With no one to pull you through,

Can’t you see the footprints are mine,

I was carrying you.

Oh father now I realize,

You were always there for me,

You keep me in your loving arms,

And that’s always where I’ll be.

5-14-09

Bridgette Clark

William Bradford

William Bradford was basically the leader of the colony at Plymouth. William played many roles in being the leader but I think the main was being the anchor. To come to a completely different land took a lot of courage, and the pilgrims must have needed someone to be the anchor of the town. Someone who could be the leader in the midst of chaos. And William Bradford was that person. Granted someone would step in had he not been there, he still served many roles, along with keeping a colony of people stable.

early settelers' journals

All this week we have been looking at journals. Journals in movies and journals in our books. And every journal we have read has been from the point of view of the settlers. But what if we studied history through the eyes of the Indians? It’s not that I am saying we should disregard the settlers' accounts, but it has to be realized that the Native Americans saw things in a completely different view. What the settlers saw (from what I can put together by journals) were humans. But they weren't humans that resembled those making the same voyage; they were a completely different species. And the difference and radical changes that came with the Native Americans scared the settlers and formed an image in their mind of people who were an enemy and someone to be protected from. But to the Indians, the settlers were invaders. Strange men and women much paler than they and living a very different lifestyle. The Indians loved nature and saw it as a mother to them, while the settlers took land for granted, as something that could be conquered and tamed. Something they had at their disposal and could do with as they pleased. So how would our view of our history, and of what happened to form our country, change if we took it from a Native American point of view? What if we saw ourselves not as those that conquered this strange, new, challenging, and dangerous land? But, as those who had already established a way of life, and were invaded by a culture that saw us as enemies and savages, and then finally, as an allies. Now I’m not claiming to be an expert on either the Native Americans or the settlers, but am throwing out the question, what if? 

first assignment.

So sorry this took so long to get up, this sight and I apparently do not get along at all. But has anyone else noticed when we read the myths, stories, and look at the history behind the Native American culture, they seem like five year olds? The imagination they have is incredible, and they never lose it which is amazing. I wish I could go back to the days when explaining something led to this intricate woven story that made complete sense to me, and anyone else my age at the time. And the fact that they can tie it all back to nature has always captivated me. Once you get past the bizarreness of all that they say, you can finally see the true beauty in the tales and in the words. It’s almost as if some of the greatest writers America has seen couldn’t write with as much passion, character, description, or sense of wonderment, as the Native Americans can.

first blog =)

as sad as i am to say, im actually pretty proud that i figured this out :D