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shakespeare-sonnets Β· 3 months
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Sonnet III
πΏπ‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑑
π‘π‘œπ‘€ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘š π‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ,
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑓 π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘’π‘€π‘’π‘ π‘‘,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘, 𝑒𝑛𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ.
πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘
π·π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦?
π‘‚π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ 𝑖𝑠 β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ π‘“π‘œπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘
𝑂𝑓 β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘ π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘¦?
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿβ€™π‘  π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’
πΆπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π΄π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘šπ‘’;
π‘†π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘˜π‘™π‘’π‘ , π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘”π‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒,
𝐷𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘Žπ‘”π‘’ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’.
The poet urges the young man to reflect on his own image in a mirror. Just as the young man’s mother sees her own youthful self reflected in the face of her son, so someday the young man should be able to look at his son’s face and see reflected his own youth. If the young man decides to die childless, all these faces and images die with him.
#sonnet 3#sonnet of the day#daily shakespeare sonnets#shakespeare sonnets#shakespeare#william shakespeare#sonnet#sonnets
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mynotespoems Β· 2 years
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now lie in it
#original poem#poet#poetry#anonymous poetry#daily poems#poems#poemsociety#poetscommunity#original poetry#original writing#poets#liar liar#i hate liars#lying liars who lie#honest thoughts#love poem#shakespeare#sonnet#iambic pentameter#lana del rey#rainer maria rilke#tennesee williams#writerscommunity#rilke#sylvia plath#the bell jar#depression#fool me once#fool me twice#you made your bed
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thatwritererinoriordan Β· 2 months
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#the daily poem#william shakespeare#sonnet 98#sonnet 99#Spotify
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sonnets-dailyx Β· 1 year
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Sonnet 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
#shakespeare#sonnet 4#sonnets daily#poetry#for the sake of avoiding controversy I’ll just clarify here#a β€˜niggard’ is an individual described as stingy#it’s derivative of the word β€˜nigon’ which is someone with essentially endless money who tries to spend as little as possible#Shakespeare is saying the youth is essentially hoarding his beauty
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crowleyaj Β· 2 years
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no I know the unique thing about dracula is that the book is epistolary and carefully dated and that's what makes dracula daily and our whole tumblr book club possible but it's honestly making me wish we read more books this way now. I'm here studying for my literature final and losing my mind over mrs dalloway and shakespeare's gay ass sonnets but no one's making funny posts about it and experiencing it with me and I just know it would make the whole thing better ahhh what have you done people
#dracula daily#books#about me#text#sofi.txt
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thanhduydesign Β· 1 year
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Poetic Reading Machine
You can feed this machine with information, it will dissect those information into word that can only move when you read out loud or make some noise. Basically, you are the one in control of your own reading speed, though to some extent, you cannot. So, there is two option, if you indeed are slower than the machine, will you rush in order to catch it, or will you stop, slow down and don’t care about its pace? This machine replicates, perhaps, our daily lives when we are constantly in a rush for productivity. Time itself is (product)ivity. If you see time this way, then indeed, we are running out of time. Yet, if you think beyond time as a clock monitoring productivity, then you can have all the time in the world. Time, then, is liberating. Free from any modes of producing, time is personal and emotional, connecting to one’s own experiences. Time cries, time laughs, and time shares. I hope that, through this small machine, eventually, you can start reclaiming time as not a product but an endearing entity that will nurture your mind, your heart and your soul.
Code citation:
I learned and copied the code on how to record sound from the laptop mic into the generator here, by Violet Whitney:
https://medium.com/measuring-the-great-indoors/sounds-speech-in-processing-df1e908940c#:~:text=From%20Processing%20go%20to%20Sketch,%E2%86%92%20and%20click%20%E2%86%93%20Install%20.
The original code is:
import processing.sound.*;AudioIn input; Amplitude analyzer;void setup() { Β size(200, 200);// Start listening to the microphone Β // Create an Audio input and grab the 1st channel Β input = new AudioIn(this, 0);// start the Audio Input Β input.start();// create a new Amplitude analyzer Β analyzer = new Amplitude(this);// Patch the input to an volume analyzer Β analyzer.input(input); }void draw() { Β background(255);// Get the overall volume (between 0 and 1.0) Β float vol = analyzer.analyze(); Β fill(127); Β stroke(0);// Draw an ellipse with size based on volume Β ellipse(width/2, height/2, 10+vol*200, 10+vol*200); }
The other code that I used is from learning loadString() function here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaPVzWBWqd4&ab_channel=TheCodingTrain Then I incorporated these two to furthur use voices/ sounds as indicator for proceeding the poem. Meanwhile you can change the content of the text to whatever you want, not necessarily that piece of poem.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
(William Shakespeare - Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore)
#processing#creativecoding#graphicdesign
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feelbokkie Β· 11 months
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No it's fine, don't be sorry for rambling since we can both ramble! lol (I was worried before that my asks were getting long for no reason 😭 but it's fun to just have conversations). You literally did grad school, write so well, are fluent in 3 languages (so cool how easily you picked up French!), and are learning your 4th and 5th languages so I'm sure you're not stupid at all.
I'm fully fluent in Tagalog and English, and then my brain decided to only be partially proficient in several other languages whether I Iearned them for several years or only a couple months: conversational listening in Spanish (from 4 years in middle school), only translating and reading aloud in Latin (despite 4 years in high school and 1 in college), reading French (from 2 semesters + sporadic Duolingo), reading and translating Old English (from just 1 semester but one of my niche/useless in daily life expertise is Medieval European History lol), and Japanese and Korean in the capacities I explained before.
I seriously considered doing linguistics in college since languages are so fun and interesting, but I was already on track to disappoint my parents by majoring in History and then doing Education for grad school lol.
It sounds like you're pretty close already to being able to watch Japanese shows in the background, you probably understand more than you realize! But yeah, I'm more an immersion/listening learner too so I'm def picking up more Korean from watching and listening to stuff (I'm a fast subtitle readerπŸ‘) than the workbook I got, although me taking notes with colorful pens is what fast tracked my learning Hangul so quickly.
There's so many things I wanna read in Japanese that people online haven't translated yet so I'm suffering too but I can't get myself to even consider learning hiragana/katakana/kanji until I get better at Korean since I have a limited summer time (the school year fills my brain with too many other things πŸ˜”).
Hope everyone else doesn't mind all the random infodumping I'm doing on your skz blog lol
-πŸ‘»βœŒοΈ
I apologize to everyone who has my post notifications on who are now being subjected to feelbokkie nerd hours, lol
Fluent in creole and French is a stretch. I can mostly understand and kinda read and write but I'm not actively using them so I'm losing them again. and I think me picking up French quickly is cheating since I technically already knew the language mostly. But I will give myself props for trying to learn 2 more languages. Idk, I think I'm spiraling because I'm done with school until I convince myself that I actually do want a Phd and I love learning and need something to do with my free time.
I wish I could learn latin. I had so much fun when we were learning Greek and Latin root words and etymology in middle school (God, I'm such a nerd) and I did Shakespeare acting competitions for 3 years in hs school so I got really well versed in reading Shakespearean English. Like I have a collection of all his plays and sonnets that I'm reading and analyzing for fun (again, I'm a nerd).
Linguistics wasn't an option for me in undergrad because my school didn't have a linguistics program. But it's amazing that you studied History! I would have switched to History but I already disappointed everyone by switching from criminal justice to English and then doing more English in grad school lol.
I'm so excited to do my color coded notes and all that again. I found a box of mine a few days ago from when I was relearning French full of all my note cards so I can only imagine how bad it's going to be this time.
I can also imagine how little time you have outside of teaching to pursue your hobbies and special interest. But at least you have time during the summer to work on your Korean.
#feelbokkie answers#πŸ‘»βœŒοΈ anon
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swishymermaid Β· 1 year
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Captain Shakespeare: The Master of Disguise
William Shakespeare has always been an icon within English literature, and within the world f playwrights. We see many of his plays being taught in classes and brought to life through movies and TV. shows, but there are really only a handful of times in which we get to see his story come to life.
One of the most iconic movies of Shakespeare is the 1998 movie Shakespeare In Love starring Joseph Fiennes as William Shakespeare. Though the tale is fictional, it has gripped many viewers' hearts and critiques have given it a positive view. Within this movie, we are given a different point o view of the life of Shakespeare, one where he needs new inspiration for his plays and sonnets and so thus begins to fall in love with a young woman who is willing to risk it all in order to act in his plays.
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Within this movie, Shakespeare is represented as more of a human character who struggles with his career, writers block, and falls into temptation and in love with a young woman. Some fans call this film a rendition of Romeo and Juliet, ironically the play in which he was writing within this movie. Though it is a fictional tale, being able to connect with an iconic figure helps make him feel more real as we watch him go through his struggles. He is portrayed as a character in need of guidance and one who has to figure out his way through his own life and career. But there are many other representations of Shakespeare throughout the media history.
One of my personal favorites stems from the 2007 adapted film Stardust, originally a book written by Neil Gaiman. Within the movie, a new character was created in order to help our main characters move through the challenges that they faced, though that character did not appear in the book, he had become an iconic fan favorite. Captain Shakespeare, played by Robert De Niro, was the Captain of the Skyship Caspartine who was a notorious pirate. Though he was not born with the name "Shakespeare" he had adopted it from a wordsmith with the same name when he visited England for the first time. Due to this, Captain Shakespeare adopts a bit more of William Shakespeare's personality within the movie.
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Not only does Shakespeare enjoy crossdressing, and setting other people up with a certain script and character, he himself is always acting in order to have his crew have a stern and rugged view of himself. He is fitting himself into a mold that was created for him by the views of others. Similarly, he is a representation of William Shakespeare, who also had been molded into a certain person based off of the opinions of olden-time media. Both characters share similar traits, especially within the world of acting, as both person and character have acting experience, though one is a daily act and the other was a starting career, one could say that William Shakespeare also had to do a daily act in order to fit the mold that was sculpted for him. Both also enjoy writing scripts for characters to follow and being able to put on a show for an audience, no matter how large or small they were.
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Though both movies may not be an actual representation of Shakespeare, they both do give in some insight into who the man could have been, along with building some form of connection between the audiences and the characters.
#shakespeare#robert di niro#shakespeare in love#movies#films#stardust 2007#joseph fiennes#class#england
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shakespeare-sonnets Β· 3 months
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Sonnet II
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦β€™π‘  𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘‘β„Žβ€™π‘  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘ π‘œ π‘”π‘Žπ‘§π‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘›π‘œπ‘€,
π‘Šπ‘–π‘™π‘™ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘‘.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦ 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠,
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑦 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦π‘ ,
π‘‡π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘€π‘› 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝-π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘˜π‘’π‘› 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠
π‘Šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘™π‘™-π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘“π‘‘π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘ π‘’.
π»π‘œπ‘€ π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘ π‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦β€™π‘  𝑒𝑠𝑒
𝐼𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘ π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ β€œπ‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’
π‘†β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘ π‘’π‘š π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘™π‘‘ 𝑒π‘₯𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑒,”
π‘ƒπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦ 𝑏𝑦 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘™π‘‘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘š π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙’𝑠𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘.
The poet challenges the young man to imagine two different futures, one in which he dies childless, the other in which he leaves behind a son. In the first, the young man will waste the uninvested treasure of his youthful beauty. In the other, though still himself subject to the ravages of time, his child’s beauty will witness the father’s wise investment of this treasure.
#shakespeare#william shakespeare#shakespeare sonnets#sonnets#daily shakespeare sonnets#sonnet of the day#sonnet 2
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junkdrawernoggin Β· 2 months
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Guess I'm gonna keep posting because I have not interacted with a human in 3 days and poems are rattling around my brain. Feel free to ignore lol thos is gonna be very long and rambly
I've been reading a daily poem from "Poem a day" compiled by Karen McCosker and Nicholas Albery. Today's poem was The Starlight Night by Gerard Manley Hopkins. One of the harder ones so far to me. I am still pretty new to poetry so I ended up turning to old faithful "Interesting Literature" to figure out what was going on with this one. I thought it meant that Jesus was born under the roof of the barn, but he was also born under the roof of the heavens. ILIT said it was about noticing nature so...pretty far off on that one.
Yesterday's poem was from Cymbeline and it was so much easier. Essentially find comfort in the fact that while life is miserable death is peaceful. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Honestly I do have some love for Shakespeare which made it easier. Two of my favorite movies are adaptations of his work (Romeo + Juliet, 10 Things I Hate About You). We did a radio drama version of Othello when I was in highschool as an English project. The guy who played Iago was surprisingly incredible, as he never spoke before or after we did that play. Much Ado About Nothing and Macbeth are also fantastic. I have never read Hamlet (it's on the list). I despise Midsummer's Night Dream with every fiber of my being due to an overzealous theatre teacher. I've read a couple of the sonnets but I also want to add more to the list. Idk like all of my highschool friends hated Shakespeare which I think is just a matter of their teachers doing a sort of shit job with him.
Choir also introduced me to some great poets, mainly Sara Teasdale. Another pretty tragic figure but her words are beautiful. Very glad she's included in this book. Along with Sylvia Plath who I desperately need to read more of.
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mortalcoile Β· 4 months
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SOLEIL.
Radiant spirit, casts warmth and light wherever she treads, her presence a sunbeam who illuminates the paths of those fortunate enough to bask in her glow.
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β€œWind-Worn Tales”
Meiko Kawakami’s narrative finesse facinates me, weaving intricate tales who delves into the complexities of human emotions and relationships. Anaiis Nin’s exploration of identity and self-discovery resonates deeply whom was presenting a thought-provoking journey that challenges societal norms and embraces individuality. Aside from them, Virgiana Woolf’s timeless prose whom characterized by its poetic words and psychological depth completely transports me to introspective realms where the human psyche was laid bare.
β€œWhere Shadows Dare Not Tread”
Mine is a heart alive with the whispers of poetry, the brushstrokes of light, and the grand narratives of human existence. Thusβ€”I weave a vibrant tapestry of my passions where Shakespeare’s sonnets ignite the spark of love’s whispers, tragedies echo the clash of ambition, and histories unfold like grand dramas mirroring my own aspirations. Joseph Fasano’s poetry resonates with life's symphony, each note mirroring the pulse of your being. While Van Gogh’s Starry Night ignites my soul with its celestial dance, yet Claude Monet’s Impression bathes me inside an ephemeral beauty of dawn, urging you to savor each fleeting moment.
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β€œEnchanting Woodland Hymn”
Immersed in the musical tapestry among their poignant melodies, I find profound admiration for both Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. A kaleidoscope of musical delights who paints the soundtrack to my eclectic appreciation for diverse and evocative sounds around laid-back tunes, I piquete my-own-self through Mazzy Star, Men I Trust, Strawberry Guy, and Steven Lacy. Another whimsical melodies add a touch of poetic nostalgia who was inviting introspection through the subtleties of their sonic palette. I, take in a joy around Michael Jakcson, Edith Piaf, Bon Jovi, well as John Lennon. (Old-songs coded). As genre-blurring compositions captivate me. I, showcase a raw authenticity that leaves an indelible mark inside Paramore, Evanescence. Not going to disremember about CAS, Chase Atlantic, and The Neighbourhood as such a central anthem surrounding my daily basis.
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sonnets-dailyx Β· 1 year
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Sonnet 3
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb’red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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hotpinkandchaos Β· 10 months
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The happy Baker's house
There was this weird stillness in the baker household when George returned home that day, one never seen before. Grandmother baker was praying, and according to little William baker, has been for over an hour. daughter baker was as poised and Β charming as ever, sitting at her desk in the corner, with a science book open in front of her, her clothes ironed to the utmost perfection and hair parted down the side, making her look like a perfect 90s housewife, exactly how George had wanted her to grow up, but she too seemed distracted looking out the window above her desc, looking at children playing and throwing rocks at each other rather than studying or even pretending too, like she most often did.
He moved on to the other room to look for his wife but mother baker was nowhere to be found in the whole house. Everything else appeared fine to the naked eye, the paint was as blue as ever, the crockery in the drawing room cupboards still old, yellowish, collecting dust over time, except he noticed some new cracks on them but I guess that was bound to happen, seeing as they were 30 years old, ever as unused but senile, the doors creaked the same as they did when they first bought the house some 10 years ago, off of a reverend who was later prosecuted for the murder of 4 women but alas, the house was in great condition.
He finally decided to shout out for mother baker but came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t given the calm and quiet of the house, except the accidental sighing of daughter baker, low prayer muttering of grandmother baker and a few whooshes and bams from William, who was playing with his toy cars, unaware of the chaos bestowed in the once very cheerful, happy place that was the baker house, louder than an Indian wedding and cheerier than a bat mitzvah, this rancid silence was a sight never to be seen before, and as you will find out, never again either. As great tragedies go, this one was as bad as it gets, Shakespeare himself would hang himself with a rope had he been there in the baker’s house that day, great ballads and sonnets, as he is so known for, would all cease to exist in front of what was to unfold in just about five minutes.
And just then, as if on cue, George heard a muffled cry, much like a child’s whimper, which reminded him much of how daughter baker used to cry when she was little and William would behead her dolls, color her very dear homework notebooks with his cheap crayons or when he would perform his art using his scissors on her favorite dresses. He went towards the storage room, very carefully, as if expecting someone to come out and strangle him, but much to his dramatic dismay no one did. Finally, the person he had been looking for all evening, mother baker was in there, crying her eyes out, like he hadn’t seen her do in any of the years they have been married, or maybe haven’t noticed since she had in fact cried multiple times.
β€œWhat is it that bothers you, my dear?”
β€œOh George, your here! I must wipe my tears at once and prepare you a hefty supper, you must be starving. Yes?”
β€œYes, dear, you deduce right. I am. But what is the matter with everyone this fine evening? Did someone pass on, dear?”
β€œOh George, no its much much worse!”
And she starts crying into his shirt, fisting it as she does, he knew nothing about comforting someone, much less a woman, so it made him much uncomfortable. But he tried to cope, being a man of culture as he was.
β€œThere, there, dear, hope you feel better. But what could have been worse? Oh no, did the basement flood again? After I spent the whole day last Sunday working on it, I must...”
β€œNo George, the basement is quite upbeat, it’s something else.”
β€œOkay out with it now, I am quite famished.” He said, with a slight note of frustration, but just a slight, since he was a gentleman of the highest form.
He grew angrier and angrier as she went on about what tragedy had happened. Apparently, instead of grits, which was the usual daily supper, and had been since daughter baker was born since it became her favorite food at the juvenile age of 6 months, was not available due to a shortage of corn countrywide, instead baked beans were there.
Now all the bakers, were seated around the dining table, with their heads in their hands, looking at the table pointlessly, into space, thinking about the massive disaster that had struck their once very homey home.
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spilledreality Β· 1 year
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Bennett, "Sacred & Profane Love"
We took in the county paper, theΒ Staffordshire Recorder,Β and theΒ RockΒ and theΒ Quiver. With the help of these organs of thought, which I detested and despised, I was supposed to be able to keep discreetly and sufficiently abreast of the times. But I had other aids. I went to the Girls’ High School at Oldcastle till I was nearly eighteen. One of the mistresses there used to read continually a red book covered with brown paper. I knew it to be a red book because the paper was gone at the corners. I admired the woman immensely, and her extraordinary interest in the bookβ€”she would pick it up at every spare momentβ€”excited in me an ardent curiosity. One day I got a chance to open it, and I read on the title-page,Β Introduction to the Study of Sociology, by Herbert Spencer. Turning the pages, I encountered some remarks on Napoleon that astonished and charmed me. I said: β€˜Why are not our school histories like this?’ The owner of the book caught me. I asked her to lend it to me, but she would not, nor would she give me any reason for declining. Soon afterwards I left school. I persuaded my aunt to let me join the Free Library at the Wedgwood Institution. But the book was not in the catalogue. (How often, in exchanging volumes, did I not gaze into the reading-room, where men read the daily papers and the magazines, without daring to enter!) At length I audaciously decided to buy the book. I ordered it, not at our regular stationer’s in Oldcastle Street, but at a little shop of the same kind in Trafalgar Road. In three days it arrived. I called for it, and took it home secretly in a cardboard envelope-box. I went to bed early, and I began to read. I read all night, thirteen hours. O book with the misleading titleβ€”for you have nothing to do with sociology, and you ought to have been calledΒ How to Think Honestlyβ€”my face flushed again and again as I perused your ugly yellowish pages! Again and again I exclaimed: β€˜But this is marvellous!’ I had not guessed that anything so honest, and so courageous, and so simple, and so convincing had ever been written. I am capable now of suspecting that Spencer was not a supreme genius; but he taught me intellectual courage; he taught me that nothing is sacred that will not bear inspection; and I adore his memory. The next morning after breakfast I fell asleep in a chair. β€˜My dear!’ protested Aunt Constance. β€˜Ah,’ I thought, β€˜if you knew, Aunt Constance, if you had the least suspicion, of the ideas that are surging and shining in my head, you would go madβ€”go simply mad!’ I did not care much for deception, but I positively hated clumsy concealment, and the red book was in the house; at any moment it might be seized. On a shelf of books in my bedroom was a novel calledΒ The Old Helmet, probably the silliest novel in the world. I tore the pages from the binding and burnt them; I tore the binding from Spencer and burnt it; and I put my treasure in the covers ofΒ The Old Helmet. Once Rebecca, a person privileged, took the thing away to read; but she soon brought it back. She told me she had always understood thatΒ The Old HelmetΒ was more, interesting than that.
So much for my intellectual inner life. My emotional inner life is less easy to indicate. I became a woman at fifteenβ€”years, interminable years, before I left school. I guessed even then, vaguely, that my nature was extremely emotional and passionate. And I had nothing literary on which to feed my dreams, save a few novels which I despised, and the Bible and the plays and poems of Shakespeare. It is wonderful, though, what good I managed to find in those two use-worn volumes. I knew most of the Song of Solomon by heart, and many of the sonnets; and I will not mince the fact that my favourite play wasΒ Measure for Measure. I was an innocent virgin, in the restricted sense in which most girls of my class and age are innocent, but I obtained from these works many a lofty pang of thrilling pleasure. They illustrated Chopin for me, giving precision and particularity to his messages. And I was ashamed of myself. Yes; at the bottom of my heart I was ashamed of myself because my sensuous being responded to the call of these masterpieces. In my ignorance I thought I was lapsing from a sane and proper ideal.Β And thenβ€”the second miracle in my career, which has been full of miraclesβ€”I came across a casual reference, in theΒ Staffordshire Recorder, of all places, to theΒ Mademoiselle de MaupinΒ of ThΓ©ophile Gautier. Something in the reference, I no longer remember what, caused me to guess that the book was a revelation of matters hidden from me. I bought it.Β With the assistance of a dictionary, I read it, nightly, in about a week.Β ExceptΒ Picciola, it was the first French novel I had ever read. It held me throughout; it revealed something on nearly every page. But the climax dazzled and blinded me. It was exquisite, so high and pure, so startling, so bold, that it made me ill. When I recovered I had fast in my heart’s keeping the new truth that in the body, and the instincts of the body, there should be no shame, but rather a frank, joyous pride. From that moment I ceased to be ashamed of anything that I honestly liked. But I dared not keep the book. The knowledge of its contents would have killed my aunt. I read it again; I read the last pages several times, and then I burnt it and breathed freely.
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doctorsbanana Β· 2 years
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Funny sonnet examples by students
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Seamus Heaney, "The Forge": gorgeous language by Nobel Prize-winning poet in an allegory about work and life.Robert Hayden, "Those Winter Sundays": African American son begins to understand the extent of his father’s daily, quiet sacrifice.Robert Frost, "The Oven Bird": explores loss in Frost’s accessible language.Some information about Millay’s bohemian youth.A photo of Millay, wisely accessible on Millay’s websiteΒ or elsewhere on the web.Copies of the Millay poem for everyone, double spaced, so that students can mark it up.See Living PentameterΒ on the Folger YouTube channel. Possible Prequel:Β A lesson on iambic pentameter. Examining her techniques prepares the way for reading sonnets by writers of the past. Modern sonnets can be more accessible than Shakespeare’s to most students, and one of Millay’s can be a good introduction to both a classic form of the sonnet and to one of its most recurrent and popular themes, lost love. Vincent Millay, as an illustrative example. Text: UseΒ β€œ What My Lips Have Kissed, And Where And Why," a modern sonnet by Edna St. Gigi Bradford, former director of the NEA Literature Program and Folger Poetry Series, also taught the Folger's "Shakespeare's Sisters" seminar.Δ¬ommon Core Anchor Standards: R.1, R.2, R.5, R.9 She leads workshops on sonnets for teachers.
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She wrote "Nice Guys Finish Dead: Teaching Henry IV, Part I in High School" for the Shakespeare Set Free series. Think about the poem you’d like to receive and let that guide you as you choose one for the retiree in your life.Authors: Louisa Newlin taught high school English for more than 40 years. You will reach this milestone with the same excited and anxious feelings one day. To the teacher who explained things again,Δͺ new retiree will feel appreciated and remembered because you took the time to share a retirement poem with them. We thank you for putting up with our groans.Δ‘5. We thank you for the patience you have shown Mark the occasion with a poem that will make them smile. Whether it’s your own teacher from the past or your child’s teacher, this significant person positively impacted your life.Δͺ good teacher is invaluable, and they leave a legacy of appreciative students once they retire. Meaningful Thank You Letter To A Retiring Employee (Tips and Examples) Is Your Boss Retiring? 65 Retirement Messages To Say Goodbye With Style Say goodbye to the everyday hustle and bustle,Δͺttention Seniors Who Love To Hike: Here Are The 7 Best Walking Poles Just For You Whatever you do, there’s nothing to fear. No schedule to follow, you’re simply not tied. Your bones might be older, and a little bit sore. A funny retirement poem is a great way to kick off the celebration. This person is so important to you, and you’d never want to neglect acknowledging this major event in their life. One of your dear friends, a parent, or another family member is retiring. With work, you are through! Funny Retirement Poems for Friends and Loved Ones Just think of us, and don’t give up hope. If freedom and relaxation get too hard to cope, We wish you the best, and we want you to know, No worries about the verdict when a task you complete. With no stress, no strain, no deadlines to meet, We worked together, and now you will leave, No Stress Retirement, by Karl and Joanna Fuchs The Extra Long Weekend, by Paul BerchtoldΔ€. Take a look at these funny poems for work colleagues.Δ£. Now, as they retire, you want to share words that speak to their years of hard work – or to the free time ahead of them. You’ve worked with this person for years, and they have been part of your daily life. Use them as idea starters to write your own funny retirement poem.Use one as the starting point for a toast or speech about them.Include one in a special card for the retiree.Read through the retirement poems and funny retirement limericks below, and use them in one of these ways: There will be plenty of sentimental and meaningful words for the retiring person – you’ll likely write or say some yourself.Δ«ut you also want to remind them of the humor in this momentous occasion and the life change they are about to experience. It’s a bittersweet moment for the retiree and those around them. It’s hard to know what to say to someone leaving their career after so many years. 15 Funny Retirement Poems for the New Retiree Whether you are making a goodbye speech or writing a card, these funny poems about retirement will send the retiree on their way with a smile and a laugh. Or maybe you want to balance your serious and thoughtful words with one or two humorous retirement poems. You want to acknowledge this major milestone, and you know a lighthearted approach is in order for this retiree. So the big day has arrived – a coworker, friend, or teacher you know is retiring.
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