Thursday, March 17, 2016
In class today we read Understanding Comics by Scott Mccloud, a graphic novelist. Pacifically we only read chapter 7 "The Six Steps" and I loved it. (fun fact reading has never been my strong point but I do love to read comics.) The Six steps are Mcclouds creative processes which goes, Idea/Purpose, Form, Idiom ,Structure, Craft, and Surface. I found his creative processes very helpful. If I had to place myself in a position myself I would most likely be in step 3 ,Idiom; "The "School" of art, The vocabulary of styles or gestures or subject matter the genre that the work belongs to... maybe a genre of its own" - Scott Mccloud.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Simple things? - Asher Phillips
Simple things?
They let us out
of our structural confinements
to explore the environment
around us…
and we were blinded by its beauty
The flowers wanted to gleamed
the bright sun gave them their wishes
The Trees held hands it seemed
and the art blew kisses
Friends around to explore
friends to have forever more
as we fralicted the grass
and we walk the ways
as the Hay swayed
we swore to come back some someday
it was beauty refined
then it was almost time..
Back indoors we go
squirrels waved goodbye
runnin up the trees
statues seemed to move
maybe it was just my mind
Friends in our lines again
friends to have forever
as we walk the ways
Hay swayed
Flowers Gleamed
It was good for the moment
but everything dies
so it seems
Simple things?
we walk reading the words on the ground
and laughing
Step after Step
we jogged seeing the trees sway in the sun kissed winds
and the flowers colors pop from green leaves which filled the air with sweet scents
Step after step
We ran to the statues that sat in place away from everyone
We sat with them and wrote all the wonders we’ve seen
QUEEEEEENER
My Lord! Brett Queener is such a beast. Instantly when I saw him I was set on being a goalie! Lacrosse has become one of my favorite sports in these few months I've been playing, and I have been Infatuated with all things Lax. The seasons starting and just for the people here at school, maybe try it out. The game is growing and growing and becoming way more popular-- God bless the Native Americans for this oh so amazing game.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Quotes.
“Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up…” —Charles Dickens
I love this, I don't know how many times I doddle on other things just to write something I didn't like, tore it up,and possibly throw it my sisters room hoping no one finds out. Honestly I hate my work, and I don't like talking about my self ( producing this crappy blog) Writing to me has been hard especially when I don't know what to pull out of the mess of wires I call a brain. Trying to draw inspiration from anything I can I walk and walk and don't know what to do, sometimes it feels like an idea is there then leaves my mind just to taunt me.
Self thought from the Rise(Rap)
Here are three songs The first is called G-eazy - Sad Boy, the second is Kyle ft Chance the Rapper - Remember me, and the third is Kendrick Lamar - u (God Is Gangsta). All these songs are on the same subject; looking back at your life while in your current state. All three of these rappers have their views on whats happening, in Sad boy G-eazy has made it to fame but he's not the happiest with his life because he's not valuing the thing which he wants to value, finding himself torn between his now life as an artist and his life in San Francisco the bay area. Give it a listen it's a great song.
On Kyle's side we see that on his way to fame someone of importance to him used to never be around but now that he has made it now this person want's to be there. A great example of this and one of my favorite lyrics is "Don't try to eat with me now, if you couldn't starve with me then." which really sets a great tone for me. Kyle is angry and sad, which is weird because he is known for being funny and a lucky go happy person in his song-- so when he's pissed you'll know. Overall the song is great and the Chorus preformed by Chance the rapper makes the song so much more eerie. It's a different experience for new listeners.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
RAP MAN
"So first project, talk about something your passionate about!" -- Rap, Rap, Rap. I really love rap it has been a style of music that really spoke to m. No i'm not talking about Niki Minaj, Stupid Hoe,or some other basic song the Rap I like is more creative if you could a word on it. People like Kendrick Lamar, J cole, Childish Gambino, and Logic. They are the artist that pop to me and make rap enjoyable. Of course there's lesser know artist like VI Seconds, KYLE, and D-Why. With out all the watered down music in rap along with not really getting the artist thoughts into the song because of things like paid writers and ghost writers. (Ghost writer noun, A person paid to wright for someone else but will not be credited as author). Rap to me has been a very big inspiration for the poems I write, it taught me how to grasp a better rhyme scheme and a sense of what it really is to create your own style. From all the artist I like no of then are the same in the sense of style flow and lyricism. For instance KYLE's flow is more from line to line while someone like Kendrick Lamar tends to bring the line together creating a smoother style.
Growing up in New York I actually used to hate rap until I found some artist that really spoke to me, not because it sounded great and I could dance to it but I could relate to the artist in a way. Rappers never had to look like a super handsome plastic man, or a barbie doll girl ,so I't let me feel like they were more human in a way not to say that other artist aren't. That's just how it felt. Since you could be goofy with rap also really appealed to me, there was no need for to just have love, dance, or sad songs because you could express more through this style which made it a lot more enjoyable for me. Back in elementary rap was big (not to say it isn't now), long story short the school hated it and any chance the school got they would shut down ant form of rap at all because it was a "bad influence" on the children. It never really bothered me at the time but thinking back on it, it was pretty stupid. Rap had said the same things that pop songs did. Meh', well the way I really got exposed to rap were rap battles in school, of course that made for some more controversy at school but all in all, I sucked... And that was a big thing in my school because y'know being black and male basically means you're a good rapper. It was a big blow to my ego then, I started to hate rap VERY MUCH. Going into middle school I started to get back into it again and I started to like artist like Kanye West(before he went crazy), It was a more aggressive style that I liked because, it really hyped me up gave me some needed energy. To me rap is the best genre,why? For one it's so creative. Rap has no one style you can go into it however you want! You can be funny or serious sad to up beat. You can go really fast or very slow because of iambic pentameter. Overall I love rap, I see not many people like due to many stereotypes and misconceptions. That's what i'm passionate about.
Growing up in New York I actually used to hate rap until I found some artist that really spoke to me, not because it sounded great and I could dance to it but I could relate to the artist in a way. Rappers never had to look like a super handsome plastic man, or a barbie doll girl ,so I't let me feel like they were more human in a way not to say that other artist aren't. That's just how it felt. Since you could be goofy with rap also really appealed to me, there was no need for to just have love, dance, or sad songs because you could express more through this style which made it a lot more enjoyable for me. Back in elementary rap was big (not to say it isn't now), long story short the school hated it and any chance the school got they would shut down ant form of rap at all because it was a "bad influence" on the children. It never really bothered me at the time but thinking back on it, it was pretty stupid. Rap had said the same things that pop songs did. Meh', well the way I really got exposed to rap were rap battles in school, of course that made for some more controversy at school but all in all, I sucked... And that was a big thing in my school because y'know being black and male basically means you're a good rapper. It was a big blow to my ego then, I started to hate rap VERY MUCH. Going into middle school I started to get back into it again and I started to like artist like Kanye West(before he went crazy), It was a more aggressive style that I liked because, it really hyped me up gave me some needed energy. To me rap is the best genre,why? For one it's so creative. Rap has no one style you can go into it however you want! You can be funny or serious sad to up beat. You can go really fast or very slow because of iambic pentameter. Overall I love rap, I see not many people like due to many stereotypes and misconceptions. That's what i'm passionate about.
Monday, February 1, 2016
Welcome
Hello, welcome to my most likely never updated, crappily written, mispelled, student blog. Have fun! And if you feel offended at my opinions and or do not like what I post, do yourself a favor and leave.
I am a Creative Writing major at this school and I have to make this blog, so here it is. Apparently this will pub·li·cize my work. I really don't be·lieve that anyone outside of the 10- 15 of us will actually look at this and read it. If you are how'd you find me and why....
(Yes I know I misspelled misspelled as "mispelled")
I am a Creative Writing major at this school and I have to make this blog, so here it is. Apparently this will pub·li·cize my work. I really don't be·lieve that anyone outside of the 10- 15 of us will actually look at this and read it. If you are how'd you find me and why....
(Yes I know I misspelled misspelled as "mispelled")
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