Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Project 1-5: Poetry entries
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
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.
Robert Frost
The Road not Taken
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
Jabberwocky
Lewis Carrol
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The hunting of the Snark
Lewis Carroll
"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true."
The crew was complete: it included a Boots—
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods—
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes—
And a Broker, to value their goods.
A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share—
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
Had the whole of their cash in his care.
There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,
Though none of the sailors knew how.
There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pair of boots—but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.
He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"
While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."
"His form is ungainly—his intellect small—"
(So the Bellman would often remark)
"But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark."
He would joke with hænas, returning their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.
He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late—
And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad—
He could only bake Bride-cake—for which, I may state,
No materials were to be had.
The last of the crew needs especial remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea—but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared,
When the ship had been sailing a week,
He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared,
And was almost too frightened to speak:
But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone,
There was only one Beaver on board;
And that was a tame one he had of his own,
Whose death would be deeply deplored.
The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark,
Protested, with tears in its eyes,
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark
Could atone for that dismal surprise!
It strongly advised that the Butcher should be
Conveyed in a separate ship:
But the Bellman declared that would never agree
With the plans he had made for the trip:
Navigation was always a difficult art,
Though with only one ship and one bell:
And he feared he must really decline, for his part,
Undertaking another as well.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat—
So the Baker advised it—and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:
This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
Jack Be Nimble
Mother Goose
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack jump over
The candlestick.
Project 3- Movie I watched:Fantasia 2000 (Spirit of the Spring)- There are many parts to the Fantasia series but I like to watch this one because it's always been my favorite. It's about rebirth and death and the any cycles of life we go through. The main character is a female spirit who is the embodiment of spring and she's bring in her season only for her valley to be destroyed by the fire bird. She must restore peace to her valley and do damage control.
Project 1- Rise of the Guardians: This film is inspired by a beloved book series I really enjoy called "Guardians of Childhood" by William Joyce. The animation is lovely and the uniqueness of the plot surprises me every time despite the fact that I've seen it more than once. I gain a lot of inspiration for my own story telling from these characters, specifically Jack Frost who represents the spirit of youth.
PROJECT 5: Pugsly Project- I researched the exact height and weight of pugs and took down their measurements before taking on the next steps of looking for materials that would support their weight. They are pretty small, only weighing close to eighteen or nineteen pounds and generally ten to fourteen inches tall at the shoulder. “The mutation of the SOD1 gene associated with degenerative myelopathy has been identified in the pug. The overall frequency of this disease in the breed and approximate age of disease onset is currently unreported for the pug.”(Paw Print Genetics 1). However, in one study of 382 pugs tested, 29.6% were carriers of the mutation and 17.5% were at-risk/affected. I will be taking all my materials from the Whitmor PVC Triple Mesh Sorter With Wheels, 26.95 plus tax which should be around 27.00 dollars or so. I will only attach the bottom and middle set of wheels and use one of the three bags, cut in half if too long, and lay one out across the top and loop another one around the bottom and secure them on both ends with a firmly tied knot, thus creating the sling for Pugsly's body to rest in. It should be ample support for Pugsly and the wheels are known to move with ease across most surfaces. I plan on purchasing the sorter, since it's generally pretty inexpensive, and using recycled items from my home like the dog harness, fabric for the sling, wheels from my tricycle. My Design's benefits to Pugsly: Thought my materials were inexpensive, I believe that it will still support Pugsly very well. I took into consideration that his legs are rather short, and when placed in the sling, walking may become difficult. So, I modified my earlier design after having seen that small wheels do not function properly in this context. Option of harness or doggie sling depending on Pugsly's general mood of the day and if he's strong enough to move on his own or if he needs more support. Also, having his legs tucked under him is more help because it's less weight for him to have to drag around. To break it down, I plan on using the attachable pieces and velcro from the wheeled laundry sorter. I made this decision because it was more affordable for me his way. I will attach four full length bars (24in.) before attaching them to four shorter, identical bars (12in.), creating a sort of box before cutting three holes on either side of the fabric to slip the torso supporting sling onto the bars. This way, Pugsly can be set in the sling or his owner can simply attach the harness at the front with the velcro. The back differs from the front because the back has an extra added bar to attach the feet pouches to.
I really like this poem. I recently brought a poetry book and came upon this piece and I've read it several times since.
Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy EveningBY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Texture Project: Process and Explanation- I wanted to have make something that was familiar upon glance with an added element. Hats are usually soft so I wanted to change that and see if perspective of it changed as well. I just found one of my old hats, brought about four boxes of the cork-board pressers and just began to push them into the hat. They were sliding out at first, so I had to hot glue a few but it overall wasn't too difficult.
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