Wednesday, January 26, 2011

My Papa Waltz

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

In this poem there is a large amount of description. the poet uses sensory languge to help the readers visualize what is going on. Also the poem is about a little boy who is dancing with his drunk dad. I think the poem is from the view of the son. He is "waltzing" with his dad. The dad to me percieves to be drunk, and kind of stumbling around the kitchen. Whiskey is on his breath which to me means he has been drinking. The child is short, I think and when his ear scrapes a buckle it means the dad might be pushing him along to go to bed. Doesn't nessacarily mean the dad is abusive, but means that he gets drunk, the mother hides, and the son is stuck in the middle of drunken clumsiness and a scared mother.

Finally it may seem like the dad is a bit abusive when he is drunk and the mother is to scared to do anything. Because maybe when the father is drunk he may be full of rage if you say the wrong thing.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Somethin a Brewin

Skippin through the streets of Cali
Looking in the summer breeze
A gazin down the long coast
Hair rustling in the breeze

A sigh of relaxation
solo per rilassarsi: just to relax
Take a deep breath of the fresh air
Surf, try new things

Walk around a corner
Made a wrong turn
To late to run back
I've been noticed
Men running after me

Suddenly I was snatched
The breath washed out of me
Suddenly my silent scream can be heard

Police come
Help me

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Globalism Strikes

"Tearing Down the Blockade"

We cheer as people in front
Hammer away at this wall
Standing in front of me
Thousands of cheers resounding from behind
Doing something right for once
Satnding up for justice
Cries of joy resound from left, right, and from my mouth
Finally as the wall
Crumbles to its demise
We see a new horizon

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

" Church calling"

Blue skies above us with the white clouds
Painting of beauty
The church is calling for me.
Beckoning with its tall pillars of white .
The focus is on me full of people
Deep in conversation in San Isidro
1788 was the time .
the detail on our facial expressions shown deep in context
All the people that look at us .
Think they understand .
Frozen in a time capsule .
With the late Victorian era still around
The writer writing this
gets us, someone finally gets us.
So now we can be understood for more than just a painting

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Francisco De Goya

            This painting is by Francisco De Goya. The first time I saw this painting I was curious about what the inspiration was. But now that I look into it, I can see how he pictured life.

In this painting you see many people gathered together, but also I see a man talking to a woman. They seem to be in a deep conversation because the are more detailed and separate from the crowd of people.  Also many people are crowded in front of the church which to me means that something important must be going on inside or in front of the church. There is also a group of women in the bottom left corner sitting down on the ground with their fans, also deep in talk. They are all dressed fancily and classy. The style of clothing looks kind of the late Victorian era, where every woman wore dresses everywhere. Also the men are dressed in the best with the suits with the long backs.

My conclusion of this painting is that everyone is flocking towards the church. A mass of people going to the San Isidro. Pilgrimage to the Church of San Isidro 1788 was the paintings name. Many people are coming together to either see something or do something. See he blue pure sky and buildings behind the people.

I think he was trying to show us an important event or issue in the area of the world in 1788. Literature means a way of expressing what he was trying to say, or show to us. A work of art is a painting or any way of expressing what the artist feels.