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Monday, June 29, 2009| TOP OF PAGE
IT Week, LA Lesson 2: Favourite Poet
My favourite poet is definitely Mr. Silverstein! Shel Silverstein that is. His poems are always witty and if you're looking for reading material that will make you laugh, look no further, read Shel Silverstein's poems.
His work has delighted many adults and children, what with his wit and humour found in the book, who wouldn't? He has made huge successes with his poems; his first published book of poems was titled "Where the Sidewalk Ends". His first book was a hit with adults and children. He was also a playwright, illustrator... and much more. His drawings are simple, yet interesting. He was and still is (immortalised in his poems) a popular children's author. Shel Silverstein's books were not intended for children, yet he unconsciously became one of the world's most favourite children's authors. His success owes it all to his interesting thoughts and his childhood background. When Shel Silverstein was a kid, he had hoped for something that a lot of Americans would dream for. He had hoped to become a baseball star or just someone who was good with the girls. Fortunately (or else we would not have his books today), he wasn't really good at baseball and he didn't know how to dance. This would mean the two things he previously was thinking of achieving, was just not fated to be for him. Shel Silverstein was witty, it showed in his poems. That was another of the things that brought him fame and success. His ability to make readers feel the jumpiness and excitement in his poems was a trait of his writing that made readers come back for more. It was like getting high without taking drugs or doing anything illegal. Shel Silverstein never thought he would become a hit with children in the world of books. His writing was witty, illustrated and sometimes, he just makes people wonder how he does it all. His thinking pattern was more or less revealed when he did an interview with some person. It went like: Question: "Why do you have a beard?" Shel: "I don't have a beard. It's just the light; it plays funny tricks." Question: "How do you think your present image as world traveler, bawdy singer, etc. combines with your image as a writer of children's books?" Shel: "I don't think about my image." Question: "Do you admit that your songs and drawings have a certain amount of vulgarity in them?" Shel: "No, but I hope they have a certain amount of realism in them." Question: "Do you shave your head for effect or to be different, or to strike back at the long-haired styles of today? Shel: "I don't explain my head." You can see from his interviews that he is witty enough to make you want to read his books. He also expresses a kind of attitude that shows he is a man of very little words and he likes to work, not answering silly interview questions. In conclusion, Shel Silverstein was a man who loved his work, so much that when he reached the age where girls were actually starting to hit on him, he wouldn't go for them. He is quoted as saying "By the time I got to where I was attracting girls, I was already into work, and it was more important to me. Not that I wouldn't rather make love, but the work has become a habit." Poems (all obviously by Shel Silverstein) Messy Room Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. workbook is wedged in the window, sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. Whatif Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then A Boy named Sue Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name. But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do? you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him. Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin', he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile. And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'. I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's that name that helped to make you strong." Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue." Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill or George - anything but Sue. Hope you enjoyed the poems, thank you. Sources: Wikipedia, Famous Poets and Poems and Poets.org 6:45 PM
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Philosophy: If many people think something is true, is it true?
It depends actually. It depends on whether that something is true or not. If it's true and many people believe it, then it is. If it's fake but many people believe it, it's not true.
Of course, things are not that simple. If you are the unknowing one... Let's say that person A does not like person B and makes up some strange, untrue story to defame her. Person A happens to be a popular person in the student body of her school. So a lot of people believe her when she says that person B did this or that. Then, there are the cynics. They start to ponder over the truth in person A's story. Perhaps some of them might be popular too. So they start dispelling the possible lies, explaining what is and not. This would result in the confusion and indecision of the rest of the student body who have really actually no idea who to believe... So is it true or not? Just because many people believe that something is true... Well, no, obviously. 1:52 AM
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Sunday, June 28, 2009| TOP OF PAGE
Figurative Language Only One. by Andrei There's only one I care for, That only one is you, I'd give my body, heart, and soul, For a life with you. I know that you've been hurt before, And that you're locked up tight, But open up your soul to me, And I will make it right. There's nothing that I wouldn't do, To live my life right next to you, If only I would have the chance, To snap out of my enlonged trance. These words are hard to say, For one that is not true, But I for one don't like to lie, I swear that I love you, I swear that I will stick by you, Through good, or bad, or worse, And that from this point on, I'll go without remorse. My heart holds what my hand cannot, My love for you is like a knot, It twists and turns so many ways, As it will till' end of days Q1. How are the figurative language used in the poem? Give the specific word(s), explain what type of figurative language it is and why the poet chose to use this figurative language? A1. a) The figurative language used has similes, metaphors and hyperboles. The poet used these types of figurative language to express his/her love for the someone the poem is intended to reach out to, by using words that could express his love in a stronger manner. b) (i) Another reason is because we cannot visualize Love. We can only visualize the physical objects that are mentioned in the poem. "I'd give my body, heart, and soul" this might be a hyperbole or a metaphor, I say might because I can relate to the poet, and I can vouch that we would do so. Anyway, his/her "body, heart, and soul" should be referring to his/her "everything". Then "I'd give my body, heart, and soul" would mean, he/she would go to any extent, to give up anything, just to be with his/her Only One. (ii) "My love for you is like a knot, It twists and turns so many ways" This portion of the poem is a simile. It, like a metaphor, is expressing "love" as "a knot". "a knot" has nothing at all to do with "love", but the poet is using "a knot" to express the poet's love, confusion, indecision, (perhaps, lust) and all sorts of feelings that come in a package when you fall in love. And all these feelings come together in one entangled knot. The "knot" is used to express the massive array and criss-crossing/entanglement of feelings the poet is feeling. Q2. Tell us why you like this poem in no less than 100 words. A2. I think this poem is absolutely brilliant. The poet expresses his/her love for his/her Only One by using possible exaggerations that makes the poem instill deeper emotions in it's readers. "a knot" was appropriately and effectively used to express the many, strong and intertwining emotions that are felt when in love. A lot of people are in love. Many are in really deep love, but they don't know how to express it. I can safely say that a lot of people can relate to, and use, this poem to express their love for somebody. 6:19 PM
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