A found poem is a type of poetry that uses small pieces of texts from a bigger text. It could be made off of a magazine article, an essay, or even junk mail. It is just a matter of pulling out some text to make a logical poem. When making a found poem, you can use four of the most common methods. The four methods are erasure, free-form excerpting and remixing, cento, and cut-up.
When doing erasure, you are taking a text that can range from a page to a few and erasing most of the text only leaving certain lines and words which will make up the poem in that order. Free-form excerpting and remixing is when you take lines and words from a text and rearrange them however you want to. The cento method is done by taking lines(which are to remain in the form they are taken) from different text sources and arrange them in a poetical way. Lastly, cut-up is when you literally shred apart different words and lines and just slap them together to be a poem. Although these are the most common methods, my method will be about taking lines and words from my Creative Nonfiction Essay and putting them in the order of which I found them in the essay. La Lune Sanglate - Found Poem It is Saturday morning, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, just your typical morning at home. Lunar eclipse is usually no good, but combined with a blood moon That makes me shiver at the thought. "Venk sick. dranked a lot. shaking." alcohol poisoing?" "yes, to much drink." A feeling of being trapped comes over me. I am idle I hit my big toe brutally I looked down, and it turned bloody after a few seconds. The weather looks as gloomy as ever. During the week of October 20, 2014 I had a midterm conference for my English 100 course. I came a little late. The hardest part was trying to find the office since I only attend this one class. I have not really explored my college. I walked in not knowing Mr. Mangini was with another student, and I felt really bad about that so I apologized and quickly went out to sit.
After Mr. Mangini was done with the last student, he took me ahead of another student/classmate that was already waiting outside. I felt bad again. When I went in, I quickly took out the elevator speech I had to make. Mr. Mangini read over it and agreed with what I asked for as a grade. Prior to the conference, I had submitted the memo with my drafts of the Creative Nonfiction Essay to get handwritten feedback on it. Mr. Mangini first went over my site, he said I could remove a few links, add a few links to the about me. Make the site look a little more legible since the red was conflicting with the background on the Home page. He also mentioned to add an image to the about me even though there was a photo story at the bottom. Moving on to my essay, he mentioned that I kind of pulled out of my Creative Nonfiction Essay as a character. I never really put in the emotion I felt through the whole scene. I put in everything else but that. In a way, it is me pulling away or kind of masking myself. I really need to stop that. Lastly, he mentioned that I need to shorten that essay. It's well over 1900 words and it should have been 1000. I went a little overboard. This was definitely a good experience because I am learning more and trying to change myself for the better in the things I do. I absorb any criticism and take it constructively. This way, I can do better the next time. To start off my reflection, I would like mention an article I read on the ways to Hemingway's writings. The article is called, "6 Ways to be a Hemingway-Level Productive Badass." It references 6 ways to have more productive writing that were also used by Mr. Hemingway himself. He would stand as he wrote his works, which I can often relate to. I also happen to stand while I eat. More importantly, I would like to emphasize on his muse of the world and how he observed it. Everything that we see, is a work of art waiting to be written, drawn, painted, or even photographed. It is a story that is waiting to be told, and we are the only ones that can tell it. In order to tell it, we have to take a deep view of what we see outside, even though it seems a little stalker-ish. While working, it is best to let your mind rule you, not the telephone, or people coming to visit. Better yet, in this day, our smartphones loitering around our desk, it vibrates or dings and we got a message, there's a Facebook update, etc.... That can be a BIG disaster to our productivity and takes up a lot of time.
I would also like to discuss the steps that I used when writing and revising my Creative Nonfiction Essay. To start, I was really confused, a lot of things happen, but not everything that happens in my life I want to discuss. Going through my previous blog posts, I did not feel inspired to make an essay out of them. When I started to write my essay, I picked up on a really busy week I had with school, and my struggles to finishing high school. Mid-essay, I stopped and read what I wrote. It was absolutely atrocious to read. I hated it. During that particular weekend the essay was assigned, other life events took place. They also corresponded to my first blog post, "Theme Song," when I began my English 100 Composition 1 course. Unfortunately, I only realized my dislike for my writing by the time I had my next class on the Tuesday following the weekend. I decided I was going to switch it, so I spoke to my teacher, Mr. Mangini. He said it was okay, and that made me feel better about my decision. This essay was to become a part of me and it looked terrible. After I finished writing my new essay, the next step was to ask my mother to read it and see what she thought about it. I always ask my mom to read things. She makes me feel more confident about what I write, and then I follow it up with my sister, Jasmine. I think this is a vital step. Once they read it, only then will I read my work so that I can fix the flaws. My mom has a very good eye for reading the work, but does not like to let loose anything personal, and prefers not to write about her emotions. Her way of explaining that is through a three page essay I wrote about an omelet in 9th grade. My mom thought it looked good, and so did my sister. My third step was to take it into class, we were going to do a miniature workshop to see what we will need to change on our essays. Mr. Mangini had a special form which helped me see all the faults in my writing. I realized I needed to add more symbolism to it and include more of the senses to give it some imagery. I also did not really mention my house as a place of which I was at. I never really described the places that I did mention. A part of the sheet I did not understand was the "why" aspect. Why did this story happen? I don't really know why, it is just what happened and it made me feel terrible. I never really let out my emotions, how I felt at the beginning or the end. Fourth step was to do the fixings. Of course, you need to realize your mistakes, and now it is to fix them. I have to add the details. I did a whole lot of telling and no details. I also had to add some more dialogue. Fifth step, I need to change minor corrections. Grammatical errors and spelling flaws. Restate sentences so that it looks neat and organized while keeping the concept that I was thinking when I wrote it. If I go back and change the grammar, I start to want to change the concept and that is not the point of writing your thoughts as they are thought. My last step is to read over it, let my mom read over it, my sister read over it, and a friend read over it. Ask them how they feel when they are reading this. It turns out to be like a whole psychology emotions test, but the point of the matter is to see if they are getting that feeling as if they were in the situation and could feel the conflict tensions and feel the things I felt while living that moment. Personal Life: Half the week I experienced is pretty much in my Creative Nonfiction Essay. The other half was more craziness. I honestly have no idea where to begin. I finally got a minor hold onto some of the homework I am assigned. I also will be dropping a math course soon because I finished it, not dropping in terms of letting it go. I had a three day weekend, and I consider myself lucky for that. Two of the three days I spent falling asleep everywhere, even standing up in the kitchen. I have no idea what was wrong, but it might have to do with a new cold I got. The third day, I was trying to finish up my homework assignments due like a mad turkey. My school was open so I finally found out I got accepted into the National Honor Society, and that felt awesome. I honestly did not think I would get accepted. We have two advisors who run the society and then the board members who let students in based on their resume. Although I had .07 of a GPA from 3.5, I was able to get in through my past volunteer work, my school club accomplishments, and also the fact that I am in college. I am expecting a letter now for a ceremony that will take place in King of Prussia on November 4th. Hopefully I do not miss anymore of my college class days since that date falls on a Tuesday and I may have to miss a class. I honestly hate when I miss classes though, I could probably compare it to a toddler going to school for the first time in their lives and having to leave their parents. That separation anxiety. Other than that, I lead a really boring weekend, and have nothing to show for it (except a little weight loss). Unless you think like me, and really enjoy coffee. That is amazing stuff. October 9, 2014 a news report on the CEO of Microsoft came out about some statements he made. Satya Nadella said that women should not ask for a raise in light of Karma. He made his statement at theGrace Hopper Celebration of women in technology. More about this can be read here, "Satya Nadella, Microsoft CEO, Tells Women Not To Ask For Raises, Karma Will Provide."This caused a bit of an outrage.
Satya Nadella comes from a South Indian background and probably holds his faith in Hinduism. Under that understanding, they follow a caste system which basically makes it that Karma is the reason for the oppression women and other classes of people(according to their caste system) are facing. Based on what is known at the moment, I do not feel that statement was said with logical thinking. The place was definitely not right. How can you tell women not to take initiative of their careers and salaries? Why not tell both genders if that is the case? Did he become a CEO waiting for Karma? Later on, it was said that he apologized and says he pays his employees equally. I question the nature of his apology. Was it genuine or was it to save face? Recent reports came out later on about Satya's pay from the start of his job in February. Satya Nadella's pay equated to about 84 million dollars. That being said, along with the question of his nature and the statement he made to start this whole controversy, I really do not believe it was fair of him to say that. Humans should take initiative of their career whether it is based on gender, race, sexuality, etc... As someone who earns as much, that was not a fair statement. In my opinion, his apology meant nothing, because I am sure the thought must still exist somewhere in his mind. Sure, you can use time and wording to possibly brainwash people into thinking your statement was meant on an entirely different note, but I wonder how many will believe it... A few truths that I have received were based on spiritual.
One of the truths that I also have written in my essay was the evil eye. The evil eye was taught to me through my family and also my friends. A lot of people around me believe in the evil eye. It could also be described as the negative emotions from other people unto us. I personally used to question it, but more recently, I understood how it could happen. Someone might feel jealous of something you have, whether it be a skill or a material. Some might hate us for some odd reason, and bottom line..... The negative energy transfers to us. Bad things happen. I still wonder if this is something I should challenge or just believe in it. I wonder, do we just assume that the negative things that happen during a negative time are evil eye, or are we biased? When I feel happy, I feel like everything is going for me. When I am depressed or mad, everything is just plain bad. If I had stubbed my toe during a period of happiness, maybe I would have laughed it off? Another truth I received is Karma. I received this from my dad's beliefs. To emphasize on the truth, I decided to investigate it. A quote that can bring upon an example, by Buddha, is "We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves." Basically, what we do and what we think becomes us. It brings about our personality, and we end up facing the consequences of that action or thought. Whether it is by an unnatural force or by the simple force of cause and effect acting on us, and nothing really "miraculous" happened to punish us or reward us. As I was working on my Creative NonFiction Essay for my English Composition 1 Class, half way through, I realized it was not something that I wanted to write about. I had a rough weekend, and as I was writing, I felt more and more that it was something I could write about with real feeling and the essay could just develop without even looking over it till I am finished. In fact, as soon as I left class on Tuesday, October 6th, I had the whole essay written in my head.
Below is the work I had started. I was half way through, but it was all just a load of trash. It wasn't a good thing that I read it before I finished it, but at least I stopped to hopefully have something better. Melanie Rao P00572738 From Scratch At the beginning of the school year, I was really excited to start. I could not wait to go back onto a schedule, to be assigned homework, and move towards getting my diploma. Since, I am staying back a year, I figured I would get a "School of Engineering" type of diploma. A general diploma requires that you get four credits in English, Math, and History, three credits in Science, 2 credits in Fine Arts, 2.5 credits for Electives, a credit in Phys-Ed, and a half credit in Health; equating to 22 credits. A "School of Engineering" diploma is a bit different and requires you to have a total of 26 credits. I would need to complete 4 English credits, 4 Math credits, 4 Science credits, 3 History credits, 2 Engineering credits, 2 elective credits, 2.5 business and technology credits, 1 Phys-Ed credit, and a half credit in health. That choice gave me a twist in my credits, since I took other credits in those subjects, I will probably end up with more credits than I need. I chose my classes, and I got a really bad schedule. I have to run from class to class to my college class. As much as I would like to hate it, I keep an order most of the time. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I start from 8AM to 3PM. Tuesdays and Thursdays I start from 9AM to 3PM. Afterwards on Tuesday and Thursday, I run to my college class which is at 4PM. The school is slow. I am a part of a club called DECA, which is a business club. As well, I was excited to possibly be part of the National Honor Society. Since the school is starting off slow after the changes in the summer, I can only wait for them to let me know when I have to attend meetings and apply. I still did not get my GPA. The teacher just said to wait, and she will inform me of all the happenings. On the first day of school, I attend all my classes, and I am really psyched to start my schedule. I figure I will be learning a lot more with five day a week classes compared to the three day a week classes I had the previous year. I am also starting my first on campus class which I can apply to my high school credits when I finish. In my high school classes, we discuss the new technology that will be used for assignments and accessing our classes daily. I find it okay, but I really want to get into the materials. I go to my first college class, and it was definitely a lot more fun as I learned about the syllabus. A day passes, I have to leave to go to Boston for a relative who fell ill. It was a stressful experience having to get everything together. My first week of school is over, and the only thing we did was go over the technology on the new system. The next week passes, and we still are going through the technology in some classes. It is a really frustrating thing, especially that it is five days a week. I just try to calm down, it could all be for the best. Positive thoughts! I am at my third week in school, and find out I only have two days to submit my application for the National Honor Society. Advisory: Not Structured
In class last week, we discussed the story of Maya Angelou, "My name is Margaret." Especially that I read the book that this section came from for the book group I am in, I really admire her story. She was a strong woman to the end. I also spoke out in class for the first time during this part which was an accomplishment to me. I apparently do well under the pressure of a headache. We also read and discussed "Miracle Woman." I felt a lot for that lady. She was used by scientific hypocrites, in my opinion. She had a lot of potential, especially that she knew something was wrong. Even though, it is too late to say, I wish she would have gotten a good education. We all probably could learn from her. The story she left behind, was definitely something to learn from as well. This was used to describe juxtaposition which is a literary device defined as two points that are put together even though they contrast. A few literary devices that I favor are imagery, metaphor, and irony. Imagery is when an author uses words that create whatever is being described as though it were right in front of the reader. For example, a chocolate chip cookie. "I can smell the vanilla aroma through out the house as I remove the baking tray from the oven with 12 cookies. After it cools off, I pick one up and break it in half, the melted chocolate chips are oozing, and as I bite into it, it tastes marvelous." A metaphor is when you compare one subject to another subject to give characterization. An example would be, "Did you see him riding his skateboard? He is a beast!" Lastly, my all time favorite, irony. (Sarcasm can not exist without it!) Irony is the use of a sentence is the opposite of their literal meaning. It also goes based on the situation that it is being used in so that it can be understood. An example would be, "Jesus, did you look at the tornado outside the window? Isn't it just a beautiful day??" (It can also be used in a dark sense!) In my personal life, I had a wonderful week until the weekend hit. To begin, my week was fabulous. I had all my homework done, the only issue was my lack of finishing the books for my book meet. I had picked it up about 5 days prior, so it was the best I could do. I attended, and it was really awesome. I met someone I use to know 6 years back from my dance class. I also found out she lives down the street. Since over the weekend, I was busy, I might try to see her the upcoming weekend. I am slowly gaining some friends, since I had lost some friends over the years. People change, and we just move on. The weekend came, and it was stressful, not to mention the added drama from relatives (not mentioning who). They really did not need to do that when I really needed some cooperation. Moving on, I also had troubles with some friends, prior to this weekend, whom I know via long distance. He is a friend, now going on 6 years, and we had spent one of those years over the friend zone. It was really good, until it just got really bad. I couldn't even trust him anymore. I really thought it would have been the end pretty soon. Apparently, it isn't, we grew closer again. BUT NOT OVER THE FRIEND ZONE! When I come across problems in my life, I tend to keep really quiet and shut people out. Of course he would know this, he's knows me just like I know him. Since I do not really want to go into too much detail about this on my blog, it is safe to say, he's someone I can confide in. He realizes his faults, and I realize mine. He has been there for me, maybe it slacked, but he will be there for me, and I will be there for him. He is a true friend. (We are also of the same personality type, INTJ) Overall (the drama), I am wondering if I shouldn't just change my major to a therapist. (Not literally, I like business) Now that things are settled, I've been trying to get through my homework, and with 10 courses, which soon will be 9, is just kicking my butt. Although it is stressful, I am not one to back down. This is all a part of me, and a part of my writing. Did I mention, I now like writing?? Unfortunately, this is one of my smaller posts. |
AuthorMy name is Melanie, and I am 18 years old. I am majoring in Business Administration, and this is my blog for English Composition I at the Delaware County Community College. Archives
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