What is Write and What is Wrong

Pop Art – Roy Lichtenstein WHAAM! (diptych), 1984 (1963) | Lithograph | Sold for $21,250

Graphing A Story

Every great story has a rise, a fall, and a conclusion. But not every story has them in that order. Some stories have characters starting off poor and end up wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. Some stories follow the demise of powerful individuals or regimes by incredible ordinary people. Stories are designed to sell you on an interaction or experience someone has encountered and make you feel as though you were with them every step of the way. Feeling every emotion they felt, breathing every breath they took. good storytelling is more than starting from nothing and gaining everything. Good storytelling should invoke feelings of great empathy, true fear, and never-ending wonderment.

Kurt Vonnegut’s “Story Shapes” help facilitate a visual understanding of how stories are told. This conceptual idea of graphing the ups and downs of important story moments is not new, but nevertheless fascinating. when taking a look at the graphs of Cinderella, Star Wars, and Indiana Jones, they are similar, yet different. Each movie begins with a nobody, that nobody finds a purpose, discovers something about either themselves or the world around them, and makes out victorious in the end, triumphing over evil.

For my chosen additional article to read, I chose The History and Evolution of Pop art by Heritage Editorial. The art of the 80s has always been so captivating. From the bright, bold colors to the subtle glances into the dark, capitalistic mindsets of Americans nationwide. Founded through an obsession with consumerism and POPular culture, Pop Art paved the way for new artists to expose the American people’s true habits and beliefs. As far as the article structure goes, the Kurt Vonnegut Shape Graph would look like a high frequency waveform. Bouncing up and down quickly between history lessons on certain artists and locations of new art styles.

When asked to analyze similar 1980s concepts, Pop Art influenced the entire decade. Glorifying popular movie stars and painting soup cans displayed America’s ever-growing interest in mass-produced goods and the entertainment lifestyle we consume. Storytelling through pictures and collages (Rauschenberg, Johns, Rosenquist) helps sear the idea of combined realities into the everyday American citizen. The 1980s were a time of freedom and bold thinking. For every citizen living their day no differently, there were 4 others trying to live life on their own terms. It is my opinion that I believe in the 1980s, we were more likely to take care of one another. neighborhoods could be walked alone at night with no fear, parents and kids lived happy and ignorant to the world around them. In today’s age, every single aspect of how America is run is being shoved in your face, no matter your age. The 1980s had James Rosenquist, we have Banksy. Both artists represent a side of the country we do not want to see or hear about.

The article did an excellent job providing historical storytelling with real examples of the artists’ work; Not being bogged down by artistic lingo or droning anecdotes about irrelevant information.

Writing Done Right

“You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”

– Marcus Aurelius

Another Day

When faced with another day, we grow with anticipation or anxiety. Excitement or dread. What could happen today? Anything. A dog being walked by their owner could walk right up and demand love from a complete stranger. The love of your life could be having breakfast on the same street you decided to take your car to for an oil change. I see a world of endless possibilities. I see a cloudy day filled with endless sunlight just waiting around the corner. Trees, flowers, old brick buildings; they all remain stagnant, waiting for an outside force to change them. Maybe change comes from within. Maybe growth lies in the realization that with every new day, you will experience excitement instead of dread.

– C.M.

Facing Your Fears

How many people can you name with a fear of heights? A lot, right? What about spiders? Way too many. Hell, even snakes or crawl spaces. We all know someone that can stand any of these (rightfully so) terrifying things. But I believe I have a fear that is quite unique. Would you like to know what that fear might be?

Moths.

Yep. Moths. The tiny, little, rejected butterflies that live off that delectable lamp light. Here is what I think goes through a moth’s head when they have the audacity to be in my presence…

Ah, what a beautiful summers night it is. All my friends are flying around, having the time of their lives, smacking their heads against the Johnson’s newest porch light. It really is the nicest on the block, let me tell you. Oh, what is that? That person opened their door to let their dog out. It has some weird perm haircut. I don’t understand this whole “1980s aesthetic” these people are doing these days. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to see what the ~inside~ lifestyle is like. Fantastic, flew right in with no problems at all. It’s so strange how my flight pattern is so sporadic and uncomfortably fast compared to the other bugs that I’m friends with. Oh well, its what makes me unique I suppose.

Wow! He has ANOTHER light on upstairs in his tiny mirror room, I want to go check it out! OH MY GOD, HE LOCKED ME IN HERE WITH HIM, WHY WOULD HE DO THAT??? I HAVE TO ESCAPE! The only way I know how to escape is to continuously fly into him until he agrees to open the door! Why is he swinging at me??? I’m just trying to leave this terrifying predicament I have gotten myself into!

Oh hey, he’s grabbing a 1985 GQ magazine to hit the door open w-

Poem Parody

An 80s rendition of The Door in the Dark by Robert Frost:

In going from street to street at night,
I rode hastily on my Schwinn,
But little did I know what I would win,
Getting to a friends for an overnight.
An Atari game system lay untouched,
And hit me with a feeling as though I got punched,
My body posture quite crunched.
Time and space doesn't matter

when the level I need to beat requires a ladder.

- C.M.

That Bucket List Though

No better time then now to create a list of things I’ve always wanted to do…

  • Visit a new country with my wife
    • Exploring new places is fun regardless but when you have someone special with you to enjoy it with, that makes the entire trip more memorable.
  • Get a tattoo
    • I have always wanted a tattoo in honor of a special person to me and hopefully one day I will pull the trigger and make an appointment.
  • Start my own company
    • Whether it be a clothing company, inventing a new product, or building new homes out of crazy materials, it is a dream of mine.
  • Design my own custom dream garage
    • I love cars and having a dream garage completely outfitted with workbenches, cabinets, and car lifts would be amazing.
  • Go to a drive-in movie in my Jeep
    • I’ve never been to a drive-in movie and my vehicle would be perfect for it.

Weekly Summary

This week has not been easy. Many personal things have come up, hindering my ability to work on any of my school work. But once I started it, I really got the ball rolling and finished it all within a days work load.

First, I started the readings and watched the assigned videos. I really enjoyed the Shapes of Stories video by Kurt Vonnegut. It was an excellent visual tool to better understand iconic story structure. These readings and videos better helped me understand what makes a story important.

Second, I applied what I learned from the readings and videos to the Pop Art article I read. Breaking down articles by story structure was new to me but it was fascinating learning about the history of Pop Art and how the artists shaped art as we know it today.

Third, I started on my four written assignments for the week. My first assignment was “Another Day” where we had to talk about going outside and observing what is around us and what it could mean. I took that opportunity to look into what a day can provide for you mentally, rather than physically. My second written assignment had me write a story from the perspective of what I fear most. That fear being moths. Moths terrify me because they have no expected flight path and that terrifies me. I need to know what bugs and animals are doing or else it sketches me out. They also love to only touch me when they fly into a crowded room. Nobody else.

My third assignment was to parody a famous poem. I perused the internet for a little bit to find a great poem that wasn’t too short and wasn’t too long. I finally decided on Robert Frost’s “The Door in the Dark” poem. I put my own 1980s spin on it with my favorite old video game system, Atari.

This week had its ups and downs but it ended on a good note and I am thankful for that. looking forward to what next week brings.

My Poem Parody

Invictus Chef of our Curries (Parody)
By William Ernest Henley By Morgan Perez
Out
of the night that covers me,
Out
of the cave that covers thee,
Black
as the pit from pole to pole,
Dark
as the pit from wall to wall,
I
thank whatever gods may be
I
thank whatever beast may be
For
my unconquerable soul.
For
this brand-new volleyball.
   
In
the fell clutch of circumstance
In
the spirit of survival
I
have not winced nor cried aloud.
I
have not whined or groaned about.
Under
the bludgeoning of chance
But
when it came to finding food
My
head is bloody, but unbowed.
I
was getting sick of trout.
   
Beyond
this place of wrath and tears
Beyond
this place of mine and theirs
Looms
but the Horror of the shade,
Looms
but the Horror of what’s ours,
And
yet the menace of the years
And
yet the challenges of the generations
Finds
and shall find me unafraid.
Finds
and shall find us wasting hours.
   
It
matters now how strait the gate,
It
matters not how long the journey,
How
charged with punishments the
How
filled to the brim our
scroll, worries,
I
am the master of my fate,
We
are the masters of our plates,
I
am the captain of my soul.
And
the chef of our curries.

Dracula(s) don’t Cry

A little splash of Castlevania

Poem Parody – Spy Version

The Kill

He clasps the gun with firm hands;

Close to the enemy in midlands,

Ring’d with the situation, he stands.

The enemy in front of him walks;

He watches from behind the rocks

And like a thunderbolt the enemy squawks

For this writing assignment , we were asked to take a poem and create a parody of it. We had flexibility on what we could do. I chose to rewrite the poem The Eagle (1851) by Alfred Lod Tennyson in the eyes of a secret agent rather than an Eagle who falls to it’s death.

Here is the original poem:

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with
crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely
lands,

Ring’d with the azure world,
he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him
crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls

Creating this poem was pretty difficult. It took me a while to find a shorter poem that I could easy twist into the eyes of a secret agent. Once I found the poem on google, the next difficult thing was to find words that would fit the words and rhyme! Overall I think the poem turned out pretty well. Basically the secret agent has spotted his enemy so he grabs his gun. There is description as to where (midlands). I was kind of unsure of what Ring’d meant but when I looked up the meaning of the poem, it said that it refers to the way the sky encircles the eagle’s head. So I put “Ring’d with the situation, he sands” because the situation is encircling or the main focus at that moment. I describe that the enemy was walking in his sight as he watches behind the rocks, preparing. Then it happens. The enemy squawks in defeat.

Overall, I had fun with this assignment. I think it goes along well with our secret agent theme and could possibly be used for future characters!

A preposterously parodical poem

I have selected writing assignment #1924 to work on today. The prompt requests that we take a famous poem, and parody it. I initially wanted to do a Shel Silverstein poem, because he was my favorite poet when I was a kid (he’s still up there to this day). Unfortunately, I have come to find that it is hard to parody poems about polar bears in refrigerators. I then shifted my focus to the classics, and I settled my sights on ‘Life is Fine’ by Langston Hughes. My version will skew his perceptions of how fine life really is- hence my pen name. Here is a link to the original poem, by Langston Hughes.

My version is about a guy with some terrible luck- paired with some extreme pessimism. Will he make it through life? Find out below.

Life is fine – by Langston Skews

I have been captured by pirates,
They stored me in the brink.
I tried to escape but couldn’t,
So I jumped off the plank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

I’m thankful for a turtle,

The one that saved my life.

But it was cold in that water! It was cold!

Once back on my homeland,
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my pet plant,
I recalled that it had not water,
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was high up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
Though my pet plant is deceased,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see my plant die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
fin

I hope you enjoyed reading my parody! Let me know if you love it or hate it down below.

Poem Parody

I chose to make a poem parody because I am not a big fan of poetry, so this would get me out of my comfort zone. I am parodying a poem called “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams.

 

I have stolen

the pizza

that was in

the fridge

 

In which

you were definitely

saving

for later

 

I’m not sorry

it was delicious

so cheesy

and so saucy

Robert Frost Will Turn In His Grave


The Aural Mode Not Taken

by Christopher Ringham

Two earbuds converged and they were tangled good,

And sorry I could not unravel both

and be one unraveler, long I stood

And yanked one as much as I could

Shouting curses and oaths;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the worse to claim

Because the other’s yanking had caused it to tear,

Yanked it furiously and cast it a glare;

What a wicked knot to tame!

 

And ho it happened to my dismay,

A groan, a snap, and a crack.

It appears the wires have started to fray!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever turn back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two earbuds converged, tangled good, and I,

I sought to it that they would die,

And I basked in their deliverance.

 

 


The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Poem Remix

My first writing assignment of this week was worth 3 stars, and it was the Poem Parody writing assignment.

“Take a poem and create a parody of it! Make a sonnet from Shakespeare into an ode to your cat, or rewrite Poe’s “The Raven” to be about Star Wars — shoot for anything you can come up with. The more ridiculous, the better! ”

I decided to pick this because I love poems and the importance of each word selected in one. So the idea of switching those to fit a new idea is super creative and challenging for me. I took this creative opportunity and related it back to the superhero theme of our class! First I search the internet for a poem that gave me enough time to put a whole superhero feel into it. Then once I decided on a poem I began editing switching up words until I got to my final product! Enjoy.

The Original: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

The Remix: Still I Fly by Jordan Pamlanye

You may see my symbol in the sky
With your hope, superhero sized hopes,
You may hold my name up high
But still, like my cape, I’ll fly.Does my superness excite you?
Why are you overwhelmed with glee?
‘Cause I fly like I’ve got wings
Shooting out of my spine.

Just like villains and like enemies,
With the certainty of evil,
Just like the good soaring high,
Still I’ll fly.

Did you wish to meet me?
Mask and cape, and all?
Shoulders pushed back in pride.
Strengthened by your help me cries.

Does my power protect you?
Don’t you love that I am here
‘Cause I watch over you like you are
My family in my own back yard.

Villains may shoot me with their lasers,
Villains may cut me with their knifes,
Villains may kill me with their evil,
But still, like air, I’ll fly.

Does my hope upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got allies
At each one of my sides?
Out of the plenty of history books
I fly
Up from a different planet that’s way up in space
I fly
I’m a red like my cape, jumping high and strong,
Punching and fighting I defend the city.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I fly
Into a day full of unknown danger
I fly
Bringing the powers that my planet gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the city.
I fly
I fly
I fly.

 

Poem Parody

This was based on the assignment found here (http://assignments.ds106.us/assignments/poem-parody/).

Last night I dreamed of Russians,
there were Soviets everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were scratching through my hair,
they were prodding through my baggage,
they were hoping for my head,
they were scuffling up clothing
as they paced around my head.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were spitting in my ears,
there were Russians, Soviets, Comrades
for as far as I could see…
when I woke today, I noticed
Luckily it was a dream.

 

Old spy movies always involved the Russians or Germans so I figured I would go with it.

Original poem this is based on (https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/night/page-1/178275/).

Green Grass and Cann

For this assignment, we were supposed to take a poem and make a parody of it. I decided to do Green Eggs and Ham. While it technically isn’t a poem, it rhymes so whatever. The original Green Eggs and Ham can be found here and now onto my parody..Green Grass and Cann.

Green Grass and Cann

I am Sam, Sam I am

That Sam-I-am
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like that Sam-I-am

do you like
green grass and cann?

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
I do not like green grass and cann.

Would you like them here or there?

I would not like them here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not like green grass and cann.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am

would you like them in a house?
Would you like them with a mouse?

I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green grass and cann.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

Would you smoke them in a box?
Would you smoke them with a fox?

Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Not in a house.
Not with a mouse.
I would not smoke them here or there.
I would not smoke them anywhere.
I would not smoke green grass and cann.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

Would you? Could you? In a car?
Smoke them! Smoke them!
Here they are.

I would not, could not, in a car

you may like them. You will see. You may like them in a tree?

I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox
I do not like them in a house
I do mot like them with a mouse
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green grass and cann.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

A train! A train! A train! A train!
Could you, would you on a train?

Not on a train! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not smoke them with a mouse
I will not smoke them in a house.
I will not smoke them here or there.
I will not smoke them anywhere.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would you; could you, in the dark?

I would not, could not, in the dark.

Would you; could you, in the rain?

I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train,
not in a car, Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see.
Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.
I will not smoke them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere!

You do not like green grass and cann?

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

Could you; would you, with a goat?

I would not, could not. With a goat!

Would you; could you, on a boat?

I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not smoke them in the rain.
I will not smoke them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I will not smoke them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!

I do not like green grass and cann!

I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

You do not like them. SO you say.
Try them! Try them! And you may. Try them and you may I say.

Sam! If you will let me be, I will try them. You will see.

Say! I like green grass and cann!
I do! I like them; Sam-I-am
And I would smoke them in a boat!
And I would smoke them with a goat…
And I will smoke them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so good so good you see!

But the box shut him out

And the fox ran about

And the house closed its doors

The mouse hid in the floor

I will not smoke them here and there

I will not smoke them anywhere

I do not like green grass and cann

The end. 

Peer pressure is bad kids.

(I rated this assignment 3.5 stars in difficulty.)