Writing About Our Course Stories [Categories: Life Choice, Course Reading, Re-Genre]: Please complete the following:
Blog Introduction : The focus of this blog is to use what professor Sabatino calls intertexual fiction to write to write a short story. I will do so by using excerpted language from three of our course stories used in my previous blogs. The stories I will be using are The Yellow Wallpaper,The Lottery and Redeployment.
Re-Genre Analysis : Tom had been in the hospital for months . Somehow he’d lost track of time. Tom was a war veteran who had lost everything he’d ever owned in a hurricane a few years back. All he had was an old black box that contained his most prized possessions and memories. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained. He suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. A disorder characterized by failure to recover after experiencing or witnessing a terrifying event. This combined with his constant urge to drink was never a good mixture. He often got visits from his old friend James . James often tried to help Tom. One day while sitting next to toms bed, James asked Tom “How did you end up like this?” Tom responded “ I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus but John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad. John was Toms nurse. Tom and James talked for hours and hours until visiting time was over. They discussed their child hood and weird traditions they had growing up .The problem is your thoughts don’t come out in any kind of straight order. You try not to think about home. Tom had a very tough childhood. Tom watched his mother get stoned during a neighborhood tradition called the Lottery . Growing up without a mother was extremely tough for him . One of the reasons he joined the marines . To escape his relality and find something to refocus his anger toward . Through everything he could always count on James from bullies at school to the death of his father last year . James was always there. One of the reasons tom asked him to come to the hospital. He wanted someone else there when he got the news. Tom was being tested for cancer . The nurse came in and gave time the best news ever he was cancer free . He instructed Tom to come back in a moth to make sure the results were the same and everything was still okay . He left Tom and James to celebrate. Him and James were so excited they could do all the things they talked about . James left the room to use the bathroom . As he walks the halls he hears some doctors talking " uhh oh , I think I may have mixed up the results, but he was so excited I'll just tell him next month " James couldn't believe what he was hearing . He quickly used the bathroom and returned to the room . When he got there he found himself in a lost for words . All he could say was " hey buddy where would you like to go first ? " " the beach " Tom replied I always felt happy there .
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6) Writing About A Good Man is Hard To Find [Categories: Life Choice, Course Reading, Re-Genre]: Please complete the following:
Blog Post Introduction:
In this blog post I will compose three found poems using the genre of found poetry.Before each poem I will provide a theme and an explination from the story, of the theme. Re-Genre Analysis: Theme : A Good Man Is Hard To Find Scene : in this scene the grandmother is telling the kids a story about a good man that she encountered in the past ; in the other scene the family has just reaches a diner and the grandmother is having a conversation with the owner about how a good man is hard to find. These days, A Good Man Is Hard to Find Once when she was a maiden lady she had been courted by a Mr. Edgar Atkins Teagarden He was a very good-looking man and a gentleman He brought her a watermelon every Saturday afternoon with his initials cut in it, E. A. T She would have done well to marry Mr. Teagarden He was a gentleman and had bought Coca-Cola stock when it first came out A Good Man Is Hard To Find "Every- thing is getting terrible. I remember the day you could go off and leave your screen door unlatched. Not no more." Europe was entirely to blame for the way things were now Theme: Judging someone Scene: In the first scene the grandmother is talking about the misfit in an negative way , in the next scene when she actually meets his she gets the feeling that he isn't a bad person and tries to convince him to see it also this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen I wouldn't take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it Youre the misfit ! I know you're a good man. You don't look a bit like you have com- mon blood. I know you must come from nice people!" "God never made a finer woman than my mother and my daddy's heart was pure gold, "you shouldn't call yourself The Misfit because I know you're a good man at heart. I can just look at you and tell "Nome, I ain't a good man, "but I ain't the worst in the world neither. Theme : Pray Scene: in this scene the grandmother is talking to the misfit and hoping that by using religion and faith he will be able to realize that he's not a misfit. "I been most everything. Been in the arm service, both land and sea, at home and abroad, been twict married, been an undertaker, been with the railroads, plowed Mother Earth, been in a tornado, seen a man burnt alive oncet, pray,pray,praypray I never was a bad boy that I remember of, but somewheres along the line I done something wrong and got sent to the penitentiary. I was buried alive That's when you should have started to pray It was a head-doctor at the penitentiary said what I had done was kill my daddy but I known that for a lie If you would pray, Jesus would help you Writing About Bullet in the Brain [Categories: Life Choice, Course Reading, Re-Genre]: Please complete the following:
Introduction :
This blog post is about Bullet In The Brain . In Bullet in the brain Anders who is a book critic is at a bank and as he's standing in line the bank gets robbed. His passion for words and literature ultimately gets him shot in the head by one of the robbers. Re-Genre Analysis: 2 Gunmen , 1 victim By : Inayah Cottman Two gunmen wearing black ski mask rob a bank just after it closed. One man was shot in the head, no others were injured. Two white men wearing black ski mask robbed a bank yesterday afternoon on 23rd and Broad St. They robbed the bank using a pistol and a sawed off shotgun.The suspects have been identified as 24 year old Jeffery Camble and 26 year old Michel Dunes. A witness , Beverly Jones says she was talking to the victim about one of the tellers closing her lane when suddenly she heard the suspects yell " one of you tellers hits the alarm you're dead meat, got it ?" She recalls seeing them handcuff the guards hands together. Then one of the men became enraged after the victim identified as Anders Cooper made a comment about one of the suspects saying dead meat. Anders then looked at Beverly and said " Great script, eh? The stern, brass knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes" This lead to the suspect holding a gun to Anders head. The gunman then let off one shot that struck Anders in the head. He did so because Anders reportedly burst into laughter after he said "capiche". Bruce the guard a who sat just inches away from the victim described Anders actions as unesssary and said that his death could have been prevented. The suspects got away with 25,000 dollars . Police caught them just a few block away. They have since been arrested and charged with armed robbery and first degree murder. The victim Anders leaves behind a daughter who is a professor of economics at Dartmouth University. She says her father was someone with enjoys literature and writing . He was a book critic who found amusment in the creativity of writing. 4) Writing About Redeployment [Categories: Life Choice, Course Reading, Re-Genre]: Please complete the following
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The narrator returns from the military. He not only has to adjust to society but also has to deal with finding out that his dog is sick . throughout the story the narrator has flashbacks from the military , where he had to kill dogs by the end of the story the narrator has to make the decision to either take his dog to the vet or kill him hisself and he ultimately makes the decision to kill his dog himself . Re-Genre : I picked up the body and put it in my trunk. I couldn’t just leave Vicar laying there. I figured I would burry him in the back yard. As I drove home all I could think of were the memories Vicar and I shared. I was going to miss him laying in my lap as I fed him foods that he shouldn’t even be eating in the first place. The ride seemed longer than it was. Maybe it’s because I took the long way . I needed time to think. To process what I had just done. I mean surely I made the right decision but for some reason I kept thinking what if. What if that wasn’t the right decision? What if there was something else that could have been done ? In the back of my mind I question if I killed Vicar because I wanted I wanted that feeling that being in the military gave me. Sad to say, but I was comfortable there. When I got home Cheryl was in our bedroom. I could hear her crying as I entered the house. When I got to the bedroom I slowly opened the door. “It’s done” I said “so that’s it he’s gone for good ?” said Cheryl. “ Yes dear, but that was the best decision we could have made for him” I almost wasn’t sure if I was convincing Cheryl or myself. That night I laid in bed tossing and turning thinking about camp and how a part of me wished I was still there. When I’m there I don’t have to think I just react. Here all I do is think. The next morning ,we buried Vicar or should I say I buried Vicar Cheryl mostly cried she was so distrought. She wouldn’t even look at me. The next couple days were rough for me and Cheryl. Although she didn’t say it I could tell there was some resentment toward me. She didn’t say much. It seemed as if she was avoiding me. Soon the tension was too much for me. I started going to the bars with my buddies whenever I could. Then somehow “whenever I could” became every night. I used every reason I could to give myself a excuse to go out and drink. If I had a good day I’d get a drink, if I had a bad day I’d get a drink. Any reason I could find was a valid enough for me. At this point I was drinking to drown out the guilt I felt. One night I came home later than usual and boozed up. As I laid down Cheryl wispered to me “I have a confession . . . Vicar died six months ago. . .” |
Inayah CottmanThis blog is for my English Composition II course Archives
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