<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410779549988533878</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:10.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS THE ULTIMATE REJECTION?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jannette A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15449030927292008089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410779549988533878.post-1508786630248531327</id><published>2007-02-16T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:55:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECTLY UNPERFECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perfectly Unperfect&lt;br /&gt;If you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world will keeps spinning&lt;br /&gt;As the birds continue singing&lt;br /&gt;While the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers go on with their flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I love you&lt;br /&gt;The clouds will let down rain&lt;br /&gt;Accidents so great will occur&lt;br /&gt;Causing all around excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;And to this I concur&lt;br /&gt;Corral reefs will die&lt;br /&gt;Birds won’t fly&lt;br /&gt;Dogs won’t bark&lt;br /&gt;The sun won’t shine&lt;br /&gt;It’ll always be dark&lt;br /&gt;and grapes will turn into wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we love each other&lt;br /&gt;All these things make sense&lt;br /&gt;Natural disaster some might say&lt;br /&gt;Who knows it might even snow in may&lt;br /&gt;But that the weird thing about love&lt;br /&gt;It works in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: I felt like the poet (Cummings) was sugar coating everything. I mimicked his ways of starting off his three paragraphs with if I love you, if you love me and if we love each other. However I decided to divide each paragraph into different sections. The first paragraph where I talk about his love for me I write down all the good things and things in life and on earth that happen everyday for example the world spinning. However in the second paragraph I write down many of the negative things in life like train accidents and pain. In this paragraph I also focus on things that would be tragic if they occurred like the sun not sing or birds not being able to sing. In the last paragraph where I talk about the love we have towards each other  I make it all sense without making perfect sense. Its suppose to be confusing at the end because love itself is confusing. Its almost as if thought im taking the average of both sides to end up with a medium. What I mean by this is that I take all the good things plus all the bad things and as a result just end up with the present (as in what’s happening right now).&lt;br /&gt;            I chose to write my poem like this because like I mentioned before I felt that Cummings was sugar coating his poem a bit too much. Love is not all sweet so I felt like there’s no reason why I should sugar coat it when I can just write about the positives and negatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410779549988533878-1508786630248531327?l=jannette650.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/feeds/1508786630248531327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3410779549988533878&amp;postID=1508786630248531327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/1508786630248531327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/1508786630248531327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/2007/02/perfectly-unperfect_16.html' title='PERFECTLY UNPERFECT'/><author><name>Jannette A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15449030927292008089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410779549988533878.post-5256045614384921219</id><published>2007-02-01T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:38:37.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ#1 Response to "Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note" by Amiri Baraka</title><content type='html'>Now and Tomorrow (living life)&lt;br /&gt;While you have become accustomed&lt;br /&gt;Im still struggle to figure out what life has in stored for me&lt;br /&gt;Every morning that I get up&lt;br /&gt;to go to school, hang out with friends or simply relax ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but think what life has in stored for me next&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;keeping my distance form those unneccesarry people&lt;br /&gt;And when they cannot be at a distance&lt;br /&gt;I just ignore them&lt;br /&gt;Im living my life&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear my friends laugh and my family smile&lt;br /&gt;I hope to stay with my family and friends for a long while&lt;br /&gt;But only God knows my destiny&lt;br /&gt;So in the meanwhile I will continue to aspire&lt;br /&gt;To live life like I own it&lt;br /&gt;and to keep thinking What does life have for me next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPLANATION:&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write a poem in response to the poem "Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide" by Amiri Baraka because I feel we have completely different feelings. The poem is a depressing and suicidal poem that looks forward to death rather than life. I however on the other hand don’t focus on death but instead on life. I feel that im at a point in my life where Im eager to know what’s next for me? Suicide is the last thing on my mind. I incorporated my friends and family in the poem because they are my main reason for life. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be where I am today. I know im going somewhere in life but as of right now I don’t know where. During this journey I will encounter people I might not necessarily get along with or agree with but instead of focusing on the negative people in my life I will just ignore them(hint* hint* its in the poem) and focus on those who influence my life positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y231/Xx_Heats_On_Fire_xX/fa0a94ea.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410779549988533878-5256045614384921219?l=jannette650.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/feeds/5256045614384921219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3410779549988533878&amp;postID=5256045614384921219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/5256045614384921219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/5256045614384921219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/2007/02/pj1-response-to-preface-to-twenty.html' title='PJ#1 Response to &quot;Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note&quot; by Amiri Baraka'/><author><name>Jannette A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15449030927292008089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410779549988533878.post-1380138792596730463</id><published>2007-02-01T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:51:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Ure Hero Falls</title><content type='html'>when your hero falls from graceall fairy tales r uncoveredmyths exposed and pain magnifiedthe greatest pain discoveredu taught me 2 be strongbut im confused 2 c u so weaku said never 2 give upand it hurts 2 c u welcome defeatwhen ure hero falls so do the starsand so does the perception of tomorrowwithout my hero there is onlyme alone 2 deal with my sorrowyour heart ceases 2 workand your soul is not happy at allwhat r u expected 2 dowhen ure only hero falls&lt;br /&gt;- by Tupac Shakur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410779549988533878-1380138792596730463?l=jannette650.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/feeds/1380138792596730463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3410779549988533878&amp;postID=1380138792596730463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/1380138792596730463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/1380138792596730463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-ure-hero-falls.html' title='When Ure Hero Falls'/><author><name>Jannette A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15449030927292008089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410779549988533878.post-5746186691519635936</id><published>2007-02-01T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:05:44.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetic Language is whatever the writer wants it to be. It could be anything from regular everyday words to complex vocabulary. Personally I believe Poetic language is a composition of words put together in order to convey a certain feeling or emotion. Like Poetic language, Poetry also varies. There is no specific definition of what poetry is. A word could be poetry to somebody while to another person it could be JUST a word. Everybody has the power to make their own definition of poetry or poetic language. As long as you are satisfied with your definition than you are ready to create Poetry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410779549988533878-5746186691519635936?l=jannette650.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/feeds/5746186691519635936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3410779549988533878&amp;postID=5746186691519635936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/5746186691519635936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410779549988533878/posts/default/5746186691519635936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jannette650.blogspot.com/2007/02/poetic-language_01.html' title='Poetic Language'/><author><name>Jannette A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15449030927292008089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
