chat·tel (chtl)
n.
1. Law An article of movable personal property.
2. A slave.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Words i looked up from Roody's poem
tip·ple 1 (tpl)
tr. & intr.v. tip·pled, tip·pling, tip·ples
To drink (alcoholic liquor) or engage in such drinking, especially habitually or to excess.
n.
Alcoholic liquor.
ap·pro·ba·tion (pr-bshn)
n.
1. An expression of warm approval; praise.
2. Official approval.
tr. & intr.v. tip·pled, tip·pling, tip·ples
To drink (alcoholic liquor) or engage in such drinking, especially habitually or to excess.
n.
Alcoholic liquor.
ap·pro·ba·tion (pr-bshn)
n.
1. An expression of warm approval; praise.
2. Official approval.
Robert Munroe
response to Child from the side by Roody Jean-Baptiste
Creative writing 9am class
Dear Roody,
Wow interesting, I got a sense of empowerment from the poem. I especially liked the 8th and 9th lines...very strong. I got a sense you need to get out of a shell that you have created or that you feel you have been placed in...I hope that is the reaction you were hoping for from the reader...it is a little heavy. I had to look up a couple words (tippling and approbation) Kudos I love to learn new words. I was curious why you used the word impotent body..what did you mean by that?
response to Child from the side by Roody Jean-Baptiste
Creative writing 9am class
Dear Roody,
Wow interesting, I got a sense of empowerment from the poem. I especially liked the 8th and 9th lines...very strong. I got a sense you need to get out of a shell that you have created or that you feel you have been placed in...I hope that is the reaction you were hoping for from the reader...it is a little heavy. I had to look up a couple words (tippling and approbation) Kudos I love to learn new words. I was curious why you used the word impotent body..what did you mean by that?
Robert Munroe
Response to The ILLusion by Desha Gregory
Creative Writing 9am class
Dear Desha,
The poem was very interesting, it was existential to say the least. I think these are all things we at some point in our lives think about. The beginning 4 lines were very sad, I was wondering if thats the tone you wanted to set. I felt a twinge pain and sadness for you. It made me feel as if you didnt want to be alive. I was also wondering why you spelled illusion with the first three letters capitolized? The poem made me sad.
Response to The ILLusion by Desha Gregory
Creative Writing 9am class
Dear Desha,
The poem was very interesting, it was existential to say the least. I think these are all things we at some point in our lives think about. The beginning 4 lines were very sad, I was wondering if thats the tone you wanted to set. I felt a twinge pain and sadness for you. It made me feel as if you didnt want to be alive. I was also wondering why you spelled illusion with the first three letters capitolized? The poem made me sad.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
comments on my writings
This was very interesting….I usually write for myself and this time I was writing knowing that it would be read and scrutinized….So I changed things a bit to let the reader in on my thought process….I felt the need to explain things better, to paint a more vivid picture for the reader, to take what I took for granted because I wrote the pieces and knew what I was thinking…so I hope you like them or at least find them interesting.
Robert
Robert
Crash
She was driving her shiny new black import down Riverside Drive. “That new car scent, so strange yet so appealing”, she thought as she peered out the window. She saw a grouping of lily white flowers and thought, “I’m sure their scent would be ambrosia to my soul”. The Carpenters (Rainy days and Sundays always get me down) was playing on the radio. She thought “It’s not raining, and it’s not Sunday”. “Why so blue Karen?” She looked down for a split second to grasp her bright stainless steel and hard black plastic coffee mug from the ergonomically correct cup holder. Looking up, horror shot through her veins like bleach, and she screamed “OH MY GOD!!!” and hit the car in front of her.
She was driving her shiny new black import down Riverside Drive. “That new car scent, so strange yet so appealing”, she thought as she peered out the window. She saw a grouping of lily white flowers and thought, “I’m sure their scent would be ambrosia to my soul”. The Carpenters (Rainy days and Sundays always get me down) was playing on the radio. She thought “It’s not raining, and it’s not Sunday”. “Why so blue Karen?” She looked down for a split second to grasp her bright stainless steel and hard black plastic coffee mug from the ergonomically correct cup holder. Looking up, horror shot through her veins like bleach, and she screamed “OH MY GOD!!!” and hit the car in front of her.
LILLY OF THE VALLEY
The smell
The smell
So intoxicating
It can take me there
Whenever I need it
I so often
Need it
In my older years
Farther from the past
I have never been
Ambrosia to my soul
Transports me to that certain
Time
Place
No worries
No doubts
No drugs
No failures
How funny that
I didn’t realize
Incredibly I would
want to come back
To a place I so
Wanted to
Leave.
The smell
The smell
So intoxicating
It can take me there
Whenever I need it
I so often
Need it
In my older years
Farther from the past
I have never been
Ambrosia to my soul
Transports me to that certain
Time
Place
No worries
No doubts
No drugs
No failures
How funny that
I didn’t realize
Incredibly I would
want to come back
To a place I so
Wanted to
Leave.
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This is a test, a test of the emergency posting system…..this test is to ensure my safety at cutting and copying….this test will ensure a smooth transition in my work to the blog.
awwwww....it worked.....woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a test, a test of the emergency posting system…..this test is to ensure my safety at cutting and copying….this test will ensure a smooth transition in my work to the blog.
awwwww....it worked.....woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!
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