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Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
An Ode to College Lit.
We began with the story of an Indian boy's father,
Who's bad parenting came at his failure to bother.
With Jimi Hendrix he destroyed his father/son friendship,
And with drinking so to his marriage relationship.
Then came the story of very small child,
Who struck people out with her pitches so wild.
But in the end she nearly felt death's cold embrace,
When a ball to the side of the head wiped that grin off her face.
A woman of a upstanding family in the South,
Is defiant toward paying taxes without any doubt.
When the people see her, they notice no rath,
But as it turns out she was a sociopath.
Then comes the story of Bartleby the Scrivener,
Who could have lived if he just ate his dinner.
Ah Bartleby! Ah Humanity! Your defiance so bold,
You now lay still in a prison yard, rigid and cold.
Later a man woke up having been turned into a bug,
An image so grotesque not even his mother could love.
When he dies his family feels such relief,
O Gregor if only your life was more brief.
Out of choice I learned of a boy who was molested,
But in the end it turned out his depression he bested.
Drugs, sex, alcohol, and other bad things,
He experienced the pain that a poor choice brings.
Two brothers meet for the first time in years,
The tension it brings nearly drives them to tears.
Writing a script is not as easy as one might think,
The frustration drives them both to murder's brink.
A Catholic man so very generous and kind,
Meets a very odd family whom he does not mind.
The daughter one night gives him a sexual favor,
Then they crucify him just a few hours lator.
A man from the war can travel through time and space,
But he does not try to change it because he has learned his place.
He experienced the war in a nation he was alien,
And traveled to a new plant ruled by the Tralfamadorian.
A man with no memory wishes to avenge his wife,
And has much trouble knowing what is true in his life.
He can't accept what is true, he must find this John Doe,
To bad he doesn't realize he killed him many years ago.
Back to the South, a farmer, quite mild,
Has and imagination that is very wild.
Stopping the North, an advance they have begun,
From the bridge he chose to destroy he is silently rung.
And finally a story about an Iranian girl,
Who finds trouble fitting in Europe's strange new world.
Her own country in turmoil, starting to crash,
The bombs of war bring down fire and ash.
As we come to the end it seems quite depressing,
But we learned well, our knowlege progressing.
And through it all we had lots of fun,
But alas our College Lit journey is finally done.
But is it really an end, or just the beginning,
As we start reaching new heights with a new way of thinking.
And now as I write from my humble abode,
I think it is time that I end this ode.
Who's bad parenting came at his failure to bother.
With Jimi Hendrix he destroyed his father/son friendship,
And with drinking so to his marriage relationship.
Then came the story of very small child,
Who struck people out with her pitches so wild.
But in the end she nearly felt death's cold embrace,
When a ball to the side of the head wiped that grin off her face.
A woman of a upstanding family in the South,
Is defiant toward paying taxes without any doubt.
When the people see her, they notice no rath,
But as it turns out she was a sociopath.
Then comes the story of Bartleby the Scrivener,
Who could have lived if he just ate his dinner.
Ah Bartleby! Ah Humanity! Your defiance so bold,
You now lay still in a prison yard, rigid and cold.
Later a man woke up having been turned into a bug,
An image so grotesque not even his mother could love.
When he dies his family feels such relief,
O Gregor if only your life was more brief.
Out of choice I learned of a boy who was molested,
But in the end it turned out his depression he bested.
Drugs, sex, alcohol, and other bad things,
He experienced the pain that a poor choice brings.
Two brothers meet for the first time in years,
The tension it brings nearly drives them to tears.
Writing a script is not as easy as one might think,
The frustration drives them both to murder's brink.
A Catholic man so very generous and kind,
Meets a very odd family whom he does not mind.
The daughter one night gives him a sexual favor,
Then they crucify him just a few hours lator.
A man from the war can travel through time and space,
But he does not try to change it because he has learned his place.
He experienced the war in a nation he was alien,
And traveled to a new plant ruled by the Tralfamadorian.
A man with no memory wishes to avenge his wife,
And has much trouble knowing what is true in his life.
He can't accept what is true, he must find this John Doe,
To bad he doesn't realize he killed him many years ago.
Back to the South, a farmer, quite mild,
Has and imagination that is very wild.
Stopping the North, an advance they have begun,
From the bridge he chose to destroy he is silently rung.
And finally a story about an Iranian girl,
Who finds trouble fitting in Europe's strange new world.
Her own country in turmoil, starting to crash,
The bombs of war bring down fire and ash.
As we come to the end it seems quite depressing,
But we learned well, our knowlege progressing.
And through it all we had lots of fun,
But alas our College Lit journey is finally done.
But is it really an end, or just the beginning,
As we start reaching new heights with a new way of thinking.
And now as I write from my humble abode,
I think it is time that I end this ode.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Iran then, Libya now?
The graphic novel we have been reading Persepolis has gone into some gruesome detail regarding the overthrow of the Iranian Shah and the forming of the corrupted government afterwards. This got me thinking about the future of the countries in Africa that are going through the same thing now. Will Lybia, once liberated, fall into the same problems that were faced by the people, or will support of other nations guide them in a better direction, a guidance that Iran did not have at the time. Will Egypt and Tunisia be better off because their previous leader gave up his power easily? I gues only the future will tell but we can hope that these nations will have peaceful transitions into these new governments and that the people in these nations can be happy.
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