Kiss ass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kiss ass Mother Earth
Whites have to Kiss ass blacks, for Peace & Pleasure,
Only Pathway to Peace, Kiss ass.
About the Author
He was born June 26, 1926 - and died on April 5, 1997. He was an American poet and one of the leading figures of the Beat Generation in the 1950s.
Reflection
I can make text to world connections because everyone has this type of opinion for someone. I can make text to text connections because Mr. Allen Ginsberg have written many poems that i have happened to read. I read it and really enjoyed it. I can't remember the titles though. I can make text to self connections because i have seen with my own eyes, people who are kiss ass.
TPCASTT:
Title : I thought it would be about a person going to be treated bad.
Paraphrase: its about people treating each the way everyone has to be treated.
Attitude: Harsh
Shift : from easy to Harsh
Title : Kissass
Theme: Dont act like everything you want its going to be with you
Monday, 11 March 2013
My Voice by Oscar Wilde
WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
About the Author
He was born Oct. 16, 1854 - and he died on Nov. 30, 1900. He is Irish writer and a Poet.After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s.
Reflection :
I can make text to text connections because i have read many poems that Mr. Oscar Wilde wrote. I can also make text to self connections because i can connect to how this person feels about his voice. I can make text to world connections because everyone in the world might've felt this way before.
TPCASTT
Title : i thought it was about singing competition
Paraphrase: its about a person getting ready to do his part of his life.
Connotation: neutral
Attitude : calm
Shift : it went from depressing to calm
Title : My voice
Theme: don't always put your self down.
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
About the Author
He was born Oct. 16, 1854 - and he died on Nov. 30, 1900. He is Irish writer and a Poet.After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s.
Reflection :
I can make text to text connections because i have read many poems that Mr. Oscar Wilde wrote. I can also make text to self connections because i can connect to how this person feels about his voice. I can make text to world connections because everyone in the world might've felt this way before.
TPCASTT
Title : i thought it was about singing competition
Paraphrase: its about a person getting ready to do his part of his life.
Connotation: neutral
Attitude : calm
Shift : it went from depressing to calm
Title : My voice
Theme: don't always put your self down.
To a Stranger by Walt Whitman
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you--your body has become not yours
only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass--you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you--I am to think of you when I sit alone, or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait--I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
- Walt Whitman
About the Author
He was born May 31, 1819. and he died on March 26, 1892. he was an poet writer, and a essayist and journalist.
Reflection
text to self I can't really text to self with poem, because I had never try being like this. For text to text,I read a book that was about the guy spying on the girl every since she was small until she got older. text to world, I think people this days sometimes do the what is not suppose to be done. like spying on people, its really bad.
TPCASTT
Title : someone trying to get a person from her place.
Paraphrase : its about this person spying on this other person, every since she was small. they did all stuff together.
Connotation: negative
Attitude : harsh
Shift: it went from good to harsh
Title : To A Stranger
Theme : don't be too much of a stalker.
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you--your body has become not yours
only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass--you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you--I am to think of you when I sit alone, or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait--I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
- Walt Whitman
About the Author
He was born May 31, 1819. and he died on March 26, 1892. he was an poet writer, and a essayist and journalist.
Reflection
text to self I can't really text to self with poem, because I had never try being like this. For text to text,I read a book that was about the guy spying on the girl every since she was small until she got older. text to world, I think people this days sometimes do the what is not suppose to be done. like spying on people, its really bad.
TPCASTT
Title : someone trying to get a person from her place.
Paraphrase : its about this person spying on this other person, every since she was small. they did all stuff together.
Connotation: negative
Attitude : harsh
Shift: it went from good to harsh
Title : To A Stranger
Theme : don't be too much of a stalker.
rain by shel sylverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
- Shel Sylverstein
about the author
He was born in Chicago, Silver stein began drawing at age 12. He graduated from Theodore Roosevelt High School. He began studying art at the University of Illinois but was forced to leave due to bad grades. Then he attended the Art Institute of Chicago but left after one year.
Reflection
I can text to self with this poem, because it reminds me of the days where i go under the rain and feel the cold drops that rains down on me. text to text, there is a book I read that was just similar to this, and it was about the boy trying his best not to be scared of what was outside, like raindrops and other stuff. text to world, there is really nothing to text to world.
TPCASTT
Title: I thought people would be showering under the rain
Paraphrase: it was about the rain dripping and people feeling good.
Connotation: positive
Attitude: it was calm
Shifts: it went from depressing to calm
Title: Rain
Theme: everyone don't always feel the same.
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
- Shel Sylverstein
about the author
He was born in Chicago, Silver stein began drawing at age 12. He graduated from Theodore Roosevelt High School. He began studying art at the University of Illinois but was forced to leave due to bad grades. Then he attended the Art Institute of Chicago but left after one year.
Reflection
I can text to self with this poem, because it reminds me of the days where i go under the rain and feel the cold drops that rains down on me. text to text, there is a book I read that was just similar to this, and it was about the boy trying his best not to be scared of what was outside, like raindrops and other stuff. text to world, there is really nothing to text to world.
TPCASTT
Title: I thought people would be showering under the rain
Paraphrase: it was about the rain dripping and people feeling good.
Connotation: positive
Attitude: it was calm
Shifts: it went from depressing to calm
Title: Rain
Theme: everyone don't always feel the same.
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Fire & Ice - Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
- Robert Frost
About the Author:
Robert Frost (1874-1963) was born in San Francisco, California. His father William Frost, a journalist and an ardent Democrat, died when Frost was about eleven years old. His Scottish mother, the former Isabelle Moody, resumed her career as a schoolteacher to support her family.
Reflection:
i can make a text to self connections, because i would also prefer that the world ends in fire rather than ice. I can make text to text connections because in Ms.Babauta's class, we read a poem written by Robert Frost. I can also make text to world because, hell is just made out of fire.
TPCASTT:
Title: I thought the poem would be about Fire and Ice
Paraphrase: about the us people going to die in fire, and people on the other believing we would die in ice.
Connotation: neutral
Attitude: straight up
Shifts: there is a shift between the way we would die in fire and ice.
Title: mostly about fire and ice
Theme: not everybody thinks the same.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
- Robert Frost
About the Author:
Robert Frost (1874-1963) was born in San Francisco, California. His father William Frost, a journalist and an ardent Democrat, died when Frost was about eleven years old. His Scottish mother, the former Isabelle Moody, resumed her career as a schoolteacher to support her family.
Reflection:
i can make a text to self connections, because i would also prefer that the world ends in fire rather than ice. I can make text to text connections because in Ms.Babauta's class, we read a poem written by Robert Frost. I can also make text to world because, hell is just made out of fire.
TPCASTT:
Title: I thought the poem would be about Fire and Ice
Paraphrase: about the us people going to die in fire, and people on the other believing we would die in ice.
Connotation: neutral
Attitude: straight up
Shifts: there is a shift between the way we would die in fire and ice.
Title: mostly about fire and ice
Theme: not everybody thinks the same.
Table of Contents
Page number - Page
1 - Introduction
2 - Table of Contents
3 - Fire & Ice By: Robert Frost
4 - Rain By: Shel Silverstein
5 - To a Stranger By: Walt Whitman
6 - My Voice By: Oscar Wilde
7 - Kissass By: Allen Ginsberg
Introduction
Hi, my name is Jefren Maralit and what about to my show you is my bloggerspot. so I hope you enjoy what is on it, this is to you Ms. Ajoste
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