User:Alex Lee~enwikiversity

Response
I really like your Pangea story. I thought it was unique, and it reminded me of a book I read a long time ago. It sets up the scene quite well, and although there isn't really any character interaction I do feel that it has a nice amount of depth overall. I would love if you revisited this story to further explains the other effects of the virus (Are there mutations? If so, what kind?) just more overall detail and refinement would make it a more complete piece, but as a blurb or a starting point it is quite effective. You could also go into maybe a small story of one such event of upper tier people starting rumors, or more about the survivor. Who is he? Where did he come from? How is he surviving?

Style
Using Doug Nufer's style of limiting my self to one vowel I created a poem in class.

We Recycle Cycles never end. were cycles reels? Cycles end never... Reel cycles weren't the end. The recycle. Never reel cycles? Cycles we feel. Recycles end...

This style was kind of tough. I found it was incredibly hard to write a poem that not only held to the previously mentioned stipulations of only one vowel (e), but also was even mildly coherent.

Complaining aside I really enjoyed using a different style to produce a piece of art. I also feel like I learned some pretty awesome techniques from it, and plan on doing some more things in the vein of this.

I even attempted to try and use the same words in each section, along with the same punctuation, but I think it turned out a little off.

The for this poem came from the recycle bin in front of my chair. I noticed the words on it, hence the title, but also the little diagram showing the ways we recycle and though it would be neat to do the poem that also recycles which words it uses. I hope it is enjoyable by others!

Compare/Contrast
Today, I'd like to compare and contrast the nutritional value of a vitamin water, to that of Robert Frost's poetic work. I will start writing down a piece from each. And have chosen the flavor "essential" because I feel it fits this piece, and it is what I was drinking today.

VitaminWater

essential

orange-orange (c+calcium)

warning:although this product contains many of the same vitamins you need in the morning as "part of a nutriious breakfast," we feel it's neccessary to remind you that this is not a breakfast cereal.despite the fact that it is packed with vitamin c, and is a very good way to start off your day, this bottle doesn't contain many of the cool prizes you usually discover at the bottom of the box.

that said, do not expect ot find the following inside: a secret decoder ring, those rubber frogs that stick to walls or a pack of my little pony(r) lick on tattoos.

Now. A piece by Robert Frost:

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Obvious differences between the two:

Frost is allegedly dead. The writer for this bottle is alive. The bottle is to interest you in the product. As far as we know, Frost was not selling anything with his poem. The information on the bottle is technically not a poem.

Ways they compare:

Both are short and sweet Both prey on human nature(the bottle to our need to be healthy, and Frost's being THE FEAR OF GOD-AH) Both use some form of rhyming Both possible could have been written by Frost(more on this later)

I would like to use this writing as a chance to shed light on something that could shake the very foundation of the writing world, and that is this. Robert Frost isn't dead, but is in fact alive and writing witty things on food products. Who else would have the literary genius to explain a product so well in such a few amount of words? Frost was always known for his deliberate use of words, and in most cases minimalist use of the English language. Not only that, but as we have made a point of in class, Frost had an odd sense of humor (as discussed with the idea of two roads) and clearly this would be the perfect way. No one would expect a famous, early 20th century poet to not only fake his death and live to an age not done before by any human, but to continue writing for labels is quite genius! Possible things aside, let us look at the hard evidence of the two writings.

The titles: Vitamin water doesn't actually have a title so much as a flavor, so we'll use that instead. It is called essential on the most superficial layer because it provides your body with the things you need which would be vitamin C and Calcium. What we have on a more psychological level is the ability to provide the consumer with some level of "safety" that being that "If I drink this, I will be more healthy, and live longer!" so not only does this help your body, but in some ways it "saves" the mind by allowing you to not be concerned about those parts of your diet. Now, not only does Frost( or a very good impersonator) use his amazing abilities of minimalist writing and intense thought of what words to use and where to create the writing on the bottle, but he does it cleverly only using his rhymes sparsely and changing his diction quite dramatically almost as if they were not the same person, but we know better don't w

Poetic
So. As much as I enjoy reading poetry I am quite terrible at writing poetry, and here are the few poems I have been able to do. Even though they are not of Beowulf/Gilgamesh proportions they felt as such when I wrote them. In short I am a poetry wuss. Please forgive me.

Robots in disguise Always changing but the same Polymorphism, yay!

Rings...     Golden. Curled. Linked. Flowing freely and beautifully White...    Dancers in a row. Moving up and down in union Smashing, slicing, but graceful Their beauty disguising their power Love. Fleeting for some Permanent for others. Permanent.

Analysis
My analysis of Shakespeare's XIX poem in poem form:

A poem of death and sadness, The Earth's creations doomed, Time's Cruel hand touches all, A plea of love for his love, Let not the artisan of time carve his lines, But he knows his love's beauty shall fade, The youth shall remain for in poem.

It explains the lust of the poet, and how he does not want time to take away his love's beauty, as it does everything in the world. Although he will die, his memory will remain in his poem. Shakespeare also touches on beauty breeding beauty.

Personal
Transcription: A tale from when I was a child.

When I was a kid, two or three.(Maybe four?) It was my mother's birthday! An exciting day I was told. A cake was bought as per usual for a birthday, there were other fun birthday things. Family, food, presents. I was a toddler, obviously and playing with my toys, and my cousin's toys who had been put near me to play with (she was a year younger than I) She had a toy that was kinda like a vacuum cleaner but instead of the vacuum part, it was a plastic dome with colorful balls in it. As you ran it over the carpet the balls popped around and moved, which is quite entertaining for a child. Anyway. When it was time for the cake to come out, the parents decided it would be sweet if I carried my mother's cake to her. Seems simple enough from what I was told, I apparently had good enough motor skills to hold said cake and carry it to her. This was a nice, white cake on a crystal plate with red frosting. Now from hat I am told, while in transit to my mother with the cake. I tripped, which hurts my own confidence in my ability to walk, but it's okay! The cake broke my fall. It seems I tripped over the very same toy my cousin had brought over, and landed face first into this cake. Well. Naturally the adults found this quite hilarious, baby covered in cake and all, and no one seemed alarmed that there was red all over my face and cake. Eventually someone caught on what happened when I started crying. Apparently when I fell, the crystal plate cracked, and cut me between the eyes,up along my eyebrow to my forehead. Once they realized what happened, they washed me off and whisked me to the hospital where I received a huge bandage. I still have a scar to this day from the event. My pride in walking has also not healed.

Memorization
For my memorization I plan to memorize a poem by Langston Hughes called Jazzonia. This is my favorite poem by Hughes, and feel that given the length I can recite it without need of memorizing a second.

Jazzonia

Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret Six long headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve's eyes In the first garden Just a bit too bold? Was Cleopatra gorgeous In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree! Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret Is long-headed jazzers play.