Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
I apologize
I have no idea why "Cupid", "complete", or "quote" are underlined. Sorry bout that. It just sorta showed up when I posted them. Oops.
A Story in a Song
Viva la Vida - Coldplay
Plot: The king of France, isn't a good king. Isn't treating the people very generously. Makes them starve, isn't giving them enough food or clothing or anything, taxing them more than they can afford... basically all the bad things every other tyrant has done in the past. The song basically goes through all the things that happen to him and his kingdom as it falls. And bites the dust. Hard.
Characters: King Phillip, the people/inhabitants of France being mistreated, narrator (I think he's talking in the voice of the king, but I'm not 100% sure, so don't quote me on that.)
Setting: France, 1700s (ish)
Theme: Frustration and anger with the king. Confusion - Phillip's confused because he doesn't understand that not feeding people kills them. Weird how that happens, y'know? With, like, every tyrant or annarchist. Ever.
Conflict: Subjects of the kingdom don't want to be treated poorly anymore, like dirt, so they want to dethrone him. Or kill him. Unfortunate for him.
Geek in the Pink - Jason Mraz
Plot: A guy really likes this girl. He's describing how he feels about fitting in and doesn't care what other people think. He's telling the girl that she's going to regret it if she lets him slip away. He can save her from "unoriginal dumb-dumbs" who "wouldn't care if they complete her or not", which there are too many of in this world, IMHO.
Characters: Geek in the Pink (my idol), girl he likes
Setting: Uh, not really known or described. I'll just guess as a social setting or something...
Theme: Undying love and adoration. If you plead and wish enough, things might start looking up. Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.
Conflict: Cupid "must have fired multiple shots at her" because she "falls in love too often". That's what's the matter. She doesn't know who she loves. He likes her, but she doesn't know if she likes him or not.
Plot: The king of France, isn't a good king. Isn't treating the people very generously. Makes them starve, isn't giving them enough food or clothing or anything, taxing them more than they can afford... basically all the bad things every other tyrant has done in the past. The song basically goes through all the things that happen to him and his kingdom as it falls. And bites the dust. Hard.
Characters: King Phillip, the people/inhabitants of France being mistreated, narrator (I think he's talking in the voice of the king, but I'm not 100% sure, so don't quote me on that.)
Setting: France, 1700s (ish)
Theme: Frustration and anger with the king. Confusion - Phillip's confused because he doesn't understand that not feeding people kills them. Weird how that happens, y'know? With, like, every tyrant or annarchist. Ever.
Conflict: Subjects of the kingdom don't want to be treated poorly anymore, like dirt, so they want to dethrone him. Or kill him. Unfortunate for him.
Geek in the Pink - Jason Mraz
Plot: A guy really likes this girl. He's describing how he feels about fitting in and doesn't care what other people think. He's telling the girl that she's going to regret it if she lets him slip away. He can save her from "unoriginal dumb-dumbs" who "wouldn't care if they complete her or not", which there are too many of in this world, IMHO.
Characters: Geek in the Pink (my idol), girl he likes
Setting: Uh, not really known or described. I'll just guess as a social setting or something...
Theme: Undying love and adoration. If you plead and wish enough, things might start looking up. Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.
Conflict: Cupid "must have fired multiple shots at her" because she "falls in love too often". That's what's the matter. She doesn't know who she loves. He likes her, but she doesn't know if she likes him or not.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
More Questions on the Book...
So, I'm kind of shaky bout posting it on here, but I'm getting anxious. I need comments and to know if the thing is worth publishing. Should I post snippets of it? Should I post anything at all? I dunno. Let me know what you think so I can start doing whatever ASAHP:)
Monday, March 28, 2011
I have something to say . . .
I dunno if I should even say this yet, but I'm going to anyway. If any of you care, that'll be great. I want to just get this out it's not like any of you will end up buying it or something. Or anything big will happen. I wonder though. I need to get the news out somehow and I figure, why not do it on my blog, that people may or may not read. I'll get to the point now. I am writing a book. There, I said it. And I want people to like it and read it, but I sort of need opinions. Which is the whole point of this post. If anyone wants to read a portion or something to critique it for me, that'd be wonderful. I need some outside opinions... badly.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Covetous
Introduction to Poetry.
". . . all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it." -Billy Collins
One of the many things I love about poetry is that I can make it my own. Every person is different, with different life experiences and completely different pasts. What's convenient about poetry is that I can make it my own and it affects other people in the way they see things. If I write a poem about how much I hate broccoli, for instance, there might be someone who absolutely is in love with it and would be lecturing me, telling me I'm wrong. When I'm really not. In my opinion.
From Collins' poem Intro to Poetry, I collected that the people who read poems want immediate answers. They don't want to take time to find out what the author is saying. They want to understand what they were trying to explain right then. Which I agree with. People don't take time to consider what the poet is trying to say about something. They're too impatient. We're all too impatient. We freaking have to watch food in the microwave, waiting for the food to cook milliseconds after we put it in. We sit at the computer, expecting it to work every single time. Expecting it to be lightning speed each time.
Every. Single. Time. Which isn't possible.
Random tangent. Stream of consciousness getting away with me again. Sorry. Collins always expresses what he is trying to say in the most simple phrases, but they seem to have the greatest effect on people. On me, anyway. I wish I could have that effect without having to go into gory detail about everything, but some people have that talent. Able to convey their feelings through a few words. Not moi. I get too into what I'm trying to say. He's very blunt, which I enjoy about him.
". . . all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it." -Billy Collins
One of the many things I love about poetry is that I can make it my own. Every person is different, with different life experiences and completely different pasts. What's convenient about poetry is that I can make it my own and it affects other people in the way they see things. If I write a poem about how much I hate broccoli, for instance, there might be someone who absolutely is in love with it and would be lecturing me, telling me I'm wrong. When I'm really not. In my opinion.
From Collins' poem Intro to Poetry, I collected that the people who read poems want immediate answers. They don't want to take time to find out what the author is saying. They want to understand what they were trying to explain right then. Which I agree with. People don't take time to consider what the poet is trying to say about something. They're too impatient. We're all too impatient. We freaking have to watch food in the microwave, waiting for the food to cook milliseconds after we put it in. We sit at the computer, expecting it to work every single time. Expecting it to be lightning speed each time.
Every. Single. Time. Which isn't possible.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Complaints are NOT overrated.
I'm tired. I'm tired of being tired all the time. I'm tired of being judged. I'm tired of being misused and mistreated. I'm tired of the way the media portrays a perfect person. I'm sick and tired of homework. I'm tired of being under my parents' thumb. I'm tired of the way students who have known the teacher for a while act like they own the place. I'm tired of feeling sick. I'm tired of being excluded. I'm tired of money. I'm tired of people wanting money. I'm tired of people wanting power. I'm tired of suicide. I'm tired of death. I'm tired of constant sarcasm. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being someone I'm not. I'm tired of living in Happy Valley. I'm tired of sleeping because, frankly, it doesn't make sense. We sleep for eight hours, doing nothing, eyes closed and snoring and we enjoy it. Weird. I'm tired of the 's' on my keyboard of my laptop missing. I'm tired of feet. I'm tired of the word freaking. I'm tired of being normal. I'm tired of broccoli. I'm tired of being blind. All the time. I'm tired of ridicule. I'm tired of sickness. I'm tired of cancer. I'm tired of disease. I'm tired of car bombings and terrorists. I'm tired of hearing about how much people spend on buying another company, when people in Asia, the Mideast, the freaking homeless people in the United States of America are dying of starvation and exposure (oops. I used freaking). I'm tired of rich people. I'm tired of superstition. I'm tired of people who aren't funny who try to be. I'm tired of snow. I'm tired of it not being spring outside. I'm tired of being in love with Heathcliff, yet hating him simultaneously. I'm tired of funerals. I'm tired of not being invited, sitting at home and watching chick flicks with my little brother. I'm tired of talking stuffed animals that don't shut up. I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of Dr. Who. I'm tired of weeping angels. I'm tired of being lonely.
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