Shakespeare’s Sonnet 81 is about immortal life through verse — not necessarily his own, but that of his muse. The strange thing is that in order for his muse to become immortal, he also must become immortal. It seems strange almost 500 years later to read Shakespeare’s sonnet and realize that he has done just that.
Appearing on video (however briefly) is my Achilles heel. I freeze up and get flustered and lose whatever eloquence I possess in real life. As an experiment, I decided that I was going to finally bite the bullet and make a little spoof unboxing video for House of Leaves of Grass. It seemed like the right approach because there is no way to describe the work using words. There are too many twists and turns, just like the book House of Leaves. As an added bonus, I got to play around with iMovie a little more. Practice makes perfect, right?
Im Laufe seiner Geschichte so weit, hat NPD von 24 aufgezeichneten Chiefs of Police geführt worden. Der erste Vorstand gegründet im Jahre 1901 war John Barry. Der dienstälteste waren Buster Baker, Leiter von der 1958-1978 und Marshall Brisbin und dient … Continue reading →
For class we were asked to deconstruct this poem. I felt like it was a little too serious (though beautiful) so I put all of the words into an alphabetical list generator and started from scratch using the words (I also stole a few letters from unused words to make a word or two). Here is what I came up with:
We sent the seal heavenly tunes,
But when he listens, he finds-
Winter is a pain in my neck. The cold starts out as a shiver, and turns into an acute ache – arthritis maybe? Strangely enough, I can never remember what injury might have started my hatred of winter. I just … Continue reading →
Throughout the term, our class has discussed the idea of being aware of the lenses we see literature through. I have employed a few basic techniques for looking at each work, but mostly I have been allowed to use my … Continue reading →