When Goldilocks began to feel,
That she would like a proper meal,
She put on her gloves, her hat, her mac,
And went to the shops to find a snack.
Through the woods her short-cut went,
Down a path that was long and bent.
On her way she picked up flowers;
It helped to pass away the hours.
Then round the corner did she see,
A house as pretty as could be,
She stopped and stared, then tried to decide,
Whether anyone was inside.
The house was empty, the house was bare,
Except for porridge, just lying there.
She tried a bowl, beside a cup,
To see if it could fill her up.
‘Ugh’ she cried, ‘I’d rather not’
‘That porridge is just far too hot!’
She moved on to the centre bowl,
Down the table with a stroll.
She took a mouthful in such haste,
Then found it wasn’t to her taste.
‘Ugh’ she spat, ‘I’ll not have that’
‘The porridge is far too cold and flat.’
‘Whose could this be, it’s so very small;
I bet that I could eat it all.’
She picked up the spoon, and took a bite,
And found that the porridge was just right.
‘Goody!’ she said, ‘I like this best’
‘But I think that...
“A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself” this quote by E.M. Forster alludes to the concept of metafiction in poetry as a whole. According to the Penguin Dictionary of Literary Terms, “Metafiction is a kind of fiction that self-consciously addresses the devices of fiction…[M]etafiction does not let the readers forget they are reading a work of fiction.” Some common metafictive strategies include a story about someone writing a story, a piece of fiction that references specific conventions of a story, or characters that are aware they are in a story or work of fiction. The poems, “Functional Poem by Mark Halliday and “The Poem You Asked For” by Larry Levis, embody various conceptions metafiction.
Walking up dilapidated stairs, my friend and I enter into the chapter room of Beta Sigma Psi, where the Little Sisters of the Gold Rose meets every week. The fraternity house smells of stale beer and sweat, and has clear signs of past parties and shenanigans. However, we have officially become activated members of the service sorority and were attending our first chapter meeting with the entire sorority. In that chapter room we discussed future service events, volunteering opportunities, and then went around the room for anyone to share news and announcements with the group. It was at this moment that I felt like a true active member in LSGR, when everyone was interested in hearing about each other’s lives and wellbeing. While as a rushing
The Towns people and Janie’s best friend Pheoby are skeptical of Tea Cake’s intentions. They think Tea Cake is after Janie’s money and widowhood. However, Janie explains to Pheoby, “Tea Cake ain’t draggin me off nowhere Ah don’t want tuh go. Ah always did want tuh git round uh whole heap, but Jody wouldn’t ‘low me tuh. When Ah wasn’t in de store he wanted me tuh jes sit wid folded hand and sit dere.” Janie admitted her desire to get up and go wherever she pleased. Joe, however, did not want his woman to be wise or conscious of the world around them so he kept her confined and immobile in the store. Janie loved Tea Cake because he was not threatened by her desire to be adventurous. Janie loved the fact that Tea Cake treated her with class as an equal and intelligent person. “He set it (the checkers) up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside. Somebody wanted her to play. Somebody thought it natural for her to play.” Tea Cake proved he was not self-absorbed like Logan or Joe. He presented Janie with a chance to finally experience the love she has been pursuing her entire life. Janie had only known men who took pleasure in pleasing themselves; however, Tea Cake took pleasure in pleasing her. This endeared him to her and brought them mutual happiness. Janie loved Tea Cake because he was open with her. He was determined to do anything to please her if he saw she was unhappy. Unlike Logan and Joe,
After two failed marriages, Janie finally gets a sense of freedom. Soon enough she meets Tea Cake when he comes into the store and asks her to play a game of checkers with him. The narration of their first meeting lets readers know what Janie thinks about Tea Cake, while also showing Janie’s control in her storytelling to Phoeby. The contrast between Janie’s behavior toward Tea Cake and her behavior towards her ex-husbands foreshadows an equal relationship between the two, making her closer to her goal of finding her own voice. Tea Cake’s name evokes an image of sweetness, and Janie gives him a “little cut-eye look to get her meaning,” Because there were no images attributed to Joe and Logan, readers know that Tea Cake and his sweetness will help Janie’s goal. The last image of the moon rising with its “amber fluid drenching the earth and quenching the thirst of the day” signifies a new day in Janie’s life, as talking to Tea Cake quenches Janie’s thirst for a voice and individ...
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
The Storytelling Animal is an expository non-fiction book by Jonathan Gottschall analyzing the history of stories and human’s attraction to them. It was published in 2012 and thus contains many up-to-date references and comparisons. I believe Gottschall’s main objective in writing this book is to bring us all to the conclusion that he has reached in his research. Throughout the entirety of his book, Gottschall effectively pulls us back to main ideas he wants us to understand and accept, that we are innately storytelling animals, that are addicted to stories ourselves, have always been and will always be, by using topics that build upon one another, using relatable examples, and supporting arguments with research and studies.
In conclusion, the repetitive chant-like quality of the poem and making horses, animals that hold great magnitude in Native tradition, the main characters is no coincidence. It is clear that Joy Harjo has poured herself and her history into words. She has ripped away the shameful blanket the world has thrown over Native Americans. She has revealed the good, the bad, the ugly— both in her community and herself. “She Had Some Horses” is a brave, reflective poem in which Joy refuses to be like some of the horses in her poems, the ones who were “much too shy, and kept quiet in stalls of their own making.”
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
The Gold Rush was a time when many people in United States rushed west in hopes of discovering gold. This attracted thousands of people from all around America. Women played a key role in the Gold Rush. They had lots of jobs when it came to migrating west.
“ And each of us can practice rights ourselves, treating each other without discrimination, respecting each other's dignity and rights.” (Bellamy) Discrimination is constantly seen in our everyday lives, despite the fact that it is illegal in the United States. According to pewresearch.org, “About half of Hispanics in the U.S. (52%) say they have experienced discrimination or have been treated unfairly because of their race or ethnicity.” Society fails to acknowledge the disadvantages many receive when they decide to exclude others who are different from themselves. The potential case of breaking the laws of the United States, producing harm, and causing others to feel insecure are reasons why people should accept others who are different
There are many different themes to every story. In the case of “Goldfish,” “A visit to Grandmother,” Miguel’s experience, and Aaron’s experience, the main theme is about relationships; however, those themes branch off into their own individual meanings. All these stories portray how our relationship with others can lead us to how we are as a person in the future. These stories all have difficult situations with the members of the story that drive you crazy with suspense, making you want to know what happens next. At the end of each story, it shows how the character turned out to be because of the tragic event they had to endure.
Robinson Jeffers was a prominent American poet in the modern day era who changed the format of poetry with his prophetic and enlightening writings including “Hurt Hawks” and “Oh Lovely Rock”.
The Gold rush of 1849 had a huge impact on American society at the time because it created jobs for people from all over the country. People from all over the world came to mine gold. Financially the Gold rush had an enormous impact on society, since gold was worth a significant amount of money at the time. Although the actual work of mining gold was not good. Many people lacked in hygiene and suffered from depression, disease, and broken bones. A majority of the prospectors came from the eastern United States and included a large continent of merchant confederates. Gold rushes not only had effects of the economy but on the land as well.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
I finally arrive at the cabin, in amazement; something this beautiful sits so far back in the woods. After admiring the cabins for several minutes, I walk up to the door and gave it a light knock. The door opens and to my surprise, a beautiful brown hair, blue eyed girl was there to greet me. Her hair glistens in the sun, like fresh silk. Staring into her magnificent blues eyes, reminded me of the ocean. Smiling as she told me to come in, I entered the cabin.