User:RuthMaldonado

Bio
{o,0} -"Who?" ( (\  "  "

Exactly. Animator who's lost two thumbdrives over the past two years. Greatest ideas sometimes come later than anticipated. And look what I came up with whilst typing!(refer to Style section) I'm glad I got on it! I hope it shows up correctly. I used the word 'Who' and it forms a giant exclamation point. Hmm...I should do it in the form of a question mark too!! That's another thing about me: I have found myself getting easily distracted more and more latly. O_o This poem is going into my Style section!!! (As in now :D)

Anyway, I love to listen to ambient music and let it inspire me. Of course that's not the only inspiration, but it is where I get it the most. The rest is just from being out in the world or seeing other art. I stand true to the statement my mom would say to me in my younger years "You are as quiet as a church mouse."

Response
In response to Aaron's "The Coldest I have been"

It sends a shiver of rememberance of that kind of absolute coldness. The section "Not wanting to move quickly, because you will feel the biting cold quicker..." Makes me think of those cold days where I move so slow because you don't want the cold air to hit you any more than it already is. The description "Fingers feeling like frozen talons of ice.." and "Legs like two semi-functional peices of wood" is so rich, I can feel it right now. That feeling of being so stiff from the cold you feel like you have reached such an old age that movement seems almost near impossible.

Style
Frilly Feathers Freeze From Frosty Flakes Forming Flattering Frozen Formations Falling Forever ~Ruth Maldonado

Using only words that start with the letter 'F', I came up with this interesting poem. As I typed, visiuals came rushing through my head. An image of an elegant bird frozen in place, wings spread out as if it was about to fly off. Another was the same bird, only it had been frozen in place whilst falling, wings open. Suspended in that position. Forever. Never able to take flight again. I would like to create a visual to go along with this piece. Now to get on it! :D

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Ekphrastic
I Have Been Through Schubert Sonata I have been through many deserts. I have traveled the highest peaks.. I am that which cools the soul on the warmest days. I bend the reeds and many trees are at my mercy. I am the wind. I have come upon a fish made of steel. Its blank stare pointing at whichever direction I wish. The crows, they rest upon it, my newfound contraption. I ruffle their feathers and make them uneasy. "Rest upon the trees and your nests, for this is mine today." They caw and cry with agitation and head off into the horizon. "Which way shall I direct you today?" To my surprise I hear a reply. The voice sounded worn of years. "If you would be so kind," The voice said "I would like to see the bay. For I wish to be in those waters with my kind. My aquatic family." I move through the giant structure, buffeting steel along the way. "Thank you." It says weakly. "I am jealous of you wind. You are so free. I am stuck here. Immobile until someone like you comes along. You are so kind. Many other winds taunt me and play with me and point me away from the bay. Sometimes facing the hill behind me. Thank you, again." "I am flattered!" "Promise if you encounter me again, you will point me in the right direction?" "But of course! You sure are quite the contraption." I move on through the skyscrapers, forests and hills. Many seasons pass and I start to grow weak. I long to see the steel fish again. I find it pointed away from the bay. I weakly move through steel, barely moving it an inch. "I knew you would come back." "How could you tell it was me?" "No other wind is as gentle as you." "I have grown weak. I see you do not face the bay today." "Could you move me again?" "I'm sorry steel. I cannot keep the promise we made. I am but a slight breeze and can barely move you." Steel was quiet for a second or two. "Stay with me and tell me about everything you have seen." The wind stayed with the steel fish and told steel of the bustling cities, green trees, great dunes, and mountains he has seen. Then, the grass was still and the waters became calm. Steel knew that the wind was no longer around. But the gaze of steel was pointing at the bay once again, and with a final sigh thanked the wind for keeping the promise they had made long ago.

Analysis
My favorite part in My Jim was when Sadie had taken a torch to the tobacco fields. She had reached her boiling point and took a stand and rebeled. Sadie seemed like she was the only one willing to do anything about something no matter what the outcome. Even though she had lost so many close family members she was still hanging onto what she had in the present.

Memorization
The Farewell

By Edward Field They say the ice will hold so there I go, forced to believe them by my act of trusting people, stepping out on it,

and naturally it gaps open and I, forced to carry on coolly by my act of being imperturbable, slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet, waving to the shore with a sad smile, "Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one," as the ice meets again over my head with a click.

See You Next Year (for Donna Leombruno) Thanksgiving is in the tears that burst like ripe grapes.

Proclaiming, see you next year, we wave, begin to panic.

With these tears, the further we go the tighter we are entwined.

We hold onto each others image, hold each other way-deep

as the bus pulls us apart, stretching our gratitude for miles.

-Judith Pordon

Self Assessment
My thoughts on this class:

Although I am not sure on the Defenite meaning of literature, I think it's all abour expressing the minds of the authors and their intents. Giving us a picture of what things were, maybe what they could have been. I really enjoyed this class and the various readings we went over. Also another thought on literature, it is also historical events passed down to others like My Jim.