tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22022398660813123022024-03-05T21:38:20.790-05:00*_of my volitionChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-25861376336921605252008-12-31T04:21:00.011-05:002008-12-31T04:30:36.423-05:00fall 08 : : a taste of my life...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0efMtCio9oHiysO5Wyu2GjatT6SJnbAXWYExVeyQQvtl2QvKN8zXyoabXIagbDFosi1TcU2fVeac18-2x1dmOYZph_sanN4M6NGRmW4J-Cy1wcmfMMjHl4ZdNuNIfu_xT7TH2yLUCGeYv/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0efMtCio9oHiysO5Wyu2GjatT6SJnbAXWYExVeyQQvtl2QvKN8zXyoabXIagbDFosi1TcU2fVeac18-2x1dmOYZph_sanN4M6NGRmW4J-Cy1wcmfMMjHl4ZdNuNIfu_xT7TH2yLUCGeYv/s400/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882823214162658" border="0" /></a>The Golden Dome<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xXa_MTbeVFddi5ZDBH_laLD1D-SMdwpQS4cpGvRDGHR4alGT-B8CFWgKIZwQHU1waWxt7j2TEU64hJETBxBGOk_VzTR-AwvgW0y0zoUBb5Bfk0C82D0aQiRl16zAjGkw7QyVVvL9F0OH/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xXa_MTbeVFddi5ZDBH_laLD1D-SMdwpQS4cpGvRDGHR4alGT-B8CFWgKIZwQHU1waWxt7j2TEU64hJETBxBGOk_VzTR-AwvgW0y0zoUBb5Bfk0C82D0aQiRl16zAjGkw7QyVVvL9F0OH/s400/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882756483061762" border="0" /></a>On the Notre Dame football field<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM90oSQEcv0Pq5TxuS5P3uMOZmtSIMPVMdG99nHD0Zg0wEty9Qcq16lD8Eg8sDR06wBTf9JxrqSt8PKnNLRUXezVSetwu40W0vKr4INugpQZ13CsqLiha0CzGMCkFMx4Cxloelgswxn0K7/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM90oSQEcv0Pq5TxuS5P3uMOZmtSIMPVMdG99nHD0Zg0wEty9Qcq16lD8Eg8sDR06wBTf9JxrqSt8PKnNLRUXezVSetwu40W0vKr4INugpQZ13CsqLiha0CzGMCkFMx4Cxloelgswxn0K7/s400/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882684747659634" border="0" /></a>Finals week<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUcgCY0gUXOIRkuR5SvJrSFVBpMO453wSr2c6XWkYCCPkkoVtb7LLHeJ1b01UHd_HGWVyPqM1ga7Vkl4MeizK79uOHu2-TfesHtHzJgH1lCglAYHbBdgVkt2ew2UJYhnf9Wr89-_TyJ5c/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUcgCY0gUXOIRkuR5SvJrSFVBpMO453wSr2c6XWkYCCPkkoVtb7LLHeJ1b01UHd_HGWVyPqM1ga7Vkl4MeizK79uOHu2-TfesHtHzJgH1lCglAYHbBdgVkt2ew2UJYhnf9Wr89-_TyJ5c/s400/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882603973800306" border="0" /></a>Bus ride to Chicago O'hare<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXe4k6zIpa_nj5b_yjoaiM0w6jclIPmQtmARtOuFE2mBs1mxFJ0my5vFnLZUtzF3oMQWdO_GTukl1m7S5imQHkHPpekSImsFHmogx7UcZHuZKmh9mucDtQS079IdFwx_nL0wb5VUvDv3tS/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXe4k6zIpa_nj5b_yjoaiM0w6jclIPmQtmARtOuFE2mBs1mxFJ0my5vFnLZUtzF3oMQWdO_GTukl1m7S5imQHkHPpekSImsFHmogx7UcZHuZKmh9mucDtQS079IdFwx_nL0wb5VUvDv3tS/s400/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882538884572818" border="0" /></a>Gate terminal<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvWDnmFXt8Cg689FOGMbU0l_Uu9HHXbFeLTu6nJarUix3SDOwp9aLHi4tcLx5XmLFp45MQu6_Mav1h_OKKHIApPFu7ZT9lnnNNsO4ikHynVi-wPsxW7woq42_nQqcEWWYN9T82SHGBuak/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvWDnmFXt8Cg689FOGMbU0l_Uu9HHXbFeLTu6nJarUix3SDOwp9aLHi4tcLx5XmLFp45MQu6_Mav1h_OKKHIApPFu7ZT9lnnNNsO4ikHynVi-wPsxW7woq42_nQqcEWWYN9T82SHGBuak/s400/DSC01153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882459274847266" border="0" /></a>Homebound</div>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-69351687629610929892008-08-22T03:34:00.002-04:002008-08-22T03:38:56.299-04:00IRELAND!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSPYblZzyxgxLHKN7k6BuqmIPR4DxeRh6vjXdOyy9PZm-HP4KXYG8FwihcGOBH6ozN4cJltshDp9B2fWRT0v_u_QekufQFXSyngr6y-WmQdrfGz3hUc3XB4VQZ2YPimMi8JfIWO0a_96Q/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeSPYblZzyxgxLHKN7k6BuqmIPR4DxeRh6vjXdOyy9PZm-HP4KXYG8FwihcGOBH6ozN4cJltshDp9B2fWRT0v_u_QekufQFXSyngr6y-WmQdrfGz3hUc3XB4VQZ2YPimMi8JfIWO0a_96Q/s400/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237242730849656002" border="0" /></a><br />One of the most beautiful places that I've seen.<br />Back to school!<br />BRING IT ON.Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-67455660238323255382008-06-26T22:01:00.001-04:002008-11-13T15:02:06.189-05:00Sorin 325: The Pot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyYk3d76nuxr76QgFR-uK7mgV3KhyphenhyphenhjBCw0piocAcsPI-7l01cWXl88dnfmhfSpXT4qFkDY8OOnDxrerh6A3-ozREnHQWWImtGA3aY4ZCnuxhDy-LWbo5cVBqQomboSKfnulRFmUBqTyU/s1600-h/DSC00664+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyYk3d76nuxr76QgFR-uK7mgV3KhyphenhyphenhjBCw0piocAcsPI-7l01cWXl88dnfmhfSpXT4qFkDY8OOnDxrerh6A3-ozREnHQWWImtGA3aY4ZCnuxhDy-LWbo5cVBqQomboSKfnulRFmUBqTyU/s400/DSC00664+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216375857638917522" border="0" /></a>Going to miss these days<br />Good times, good timesChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-72327891486825659522008-06-08T01:12:00.004-04:002008-06-09T13:58:08.089-04:00Fighting strongI realized that there are some people that you see quite often that are the most amazing people in the world. I do not know them very well, but their will to live, pray, and strive to keep optimistic spirits surpass any type of physical human accomplishment. I speak of Kevin Healey. As a fellow Otter of the same class and living 3 floors above in Sorin College, I did not come to see the struggles that he had gone through and are still enduring. I came to know him on the surface, and did not look deeper. I regret not being able to get to know him, for his chances of attending ND as a full time student are slim. But Kevin, you will be in my prayers. You are a true fighter and champion. May God bless you. I hope to see you in the fall.<br /><br />Please visit his site for more details: <a href="http://kevinhealey.com/">Kevin Healey</a>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-66258368152131348782008-04-28T22:55:00.005-04:002008-11-13T15:02:06.386-05:00alma mater<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgE1pibDxkccKf5OERi1di5_2V0r1_BshDsiC6tsQQDJ2u3_MZWLu4i2xobml0Sxaj-0aCIHs6ITLiIIFyyja-oVk_wB8VfIVEjpS4cNp1ZJrfqGRb-a7jzoLDfTtvHWyAqY2cddwWkOQ/s1600-h/DSC00359+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgE1pibDxkccKf5OERi1di5_2V0r1_BshDsiC6tsQQDJ2u3_MZWLu4i2xobml0Sxaj-0aCIHs6ITLiIIFyyja-oVk_wB8VfIVEjpS4cNp1ZJrfqGRb-a7jzoLDfTtvHWyAqY2cddwWkOQ/s320/DSC00359+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194496051267058898" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Notre Dame, Our Mother</strong><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Notre Dame, our Mother<br />Tender, strong and true<br />Proudly in the heavens,<br />Gleams thy gold and blue.<br />Glory's mantle cloaks thee<br />Golden is thy fame,<br />And our hearts forever,<br />Praise thee, Notre Dame.<br />And our hearts forever,<br />Love thee, Notre Dame.</span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-79355605183330657922008-04-27T00:52:00.000-04:002008-04-27T00:53:21.460-04:00Extraordinary<p class="MsoNormal">It’s amazing to see how much our class has matured this past semester.<span style=""> </span>We were able to expand our knowledge of the poetry world.<span style=""> </span>I like the poetry industry because it is still largely and underground business with chapbooks, homemade works, and things of that sort.<span style=""> </span>Moving on to which performance I liked best, I would have to say that Nate’s final performance was quite phenomenal.<span style=""> </span>His use of personal experience, pop culture, and great acting skills had captured me during his performance.<span style=""> </span>Nate’s strong voice, passion, aggressiveness, and fearless voice made his performance known and heard by the entire class.<span style=""> </span>He was able to boldly put his view of cigarette smoking, or acting one the opposing side of his belief, all this with a hint of humor.<span style=""> </span>He brings in Denzel Washington as his main criticism, and even acts out his performance in “Training Day”.<span style=""> </span>Honestly, I have not seen the movie myself, but Nate performed it so well and clearly such that I can just see Denzel acting right in front of class.<span style=""> </span>I could definitely see a Saul Williams in Nate…or a Nate in Saul Williams? <span style=""> </span>I think Nate would make a great slam poet if he pursues it.<span style=""> </span>After all, his first performance was out of this world already.<span style=""> </span>I could only imagine how good he would be if he were to pursue this.<br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I enjoyed this blogging experience and it definitely has passed us by oh so quickly.<span style=""> </span>It seems weird that we’re posting something for an English class rather than handing in MLA formatted twenty page formal papers.<span style=""> </span>But for this class, blogging fit it perfectly.<span style=""> </span>One of our goals was to explore poetry in the modern world through contemporary media and blogging is a HUGE part of it.<span style=""> </span>Using the internet as a medium puts us right into the shoes of a modern poetry critic, poet, or poetry fanatic.<span style=""> </span>I found it much easier to type out my ideas and thoughts about our topics when it came to blogging.<span style=""> </span>Having the web browser was greatly helpful when it came to researching a certain poet, small press, or performances.<span style=""> </span>You can just add an extra tab, and search in Google, and a googolplex of information will be right at your fingertips. Hehe. To some extent, I think that it would have been nice to have started blogs earlier in the semester, because it really gave me the feel of being a poetic analyzer.<span style=""> </span>Having my own blog enabled myself to personalize the page to my own liking; using many kinds of colors, layouts, pictures, etc.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Loved this class!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-3203812906028345052008-04-26T02:52:00.005-04:002008-11-13T15:02:06.604-05:00USS Yorktown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzXvrCtN1P8ZhIZgQ4j6Pvdqm5ak042tLze11YASRZWRXFB0jmIcwbOq_Vy4JW7_PjkCTfJmrsVLN3kcEZgGUANOhNPWpBZkKOAPW_E9ZCTeJpJYc8tqINJvQiaAC-1RAWMKQW7jXjyPV/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzXvrCtN1P8ZhIZgQ4j6Pvdqm5ak042tLze11YASRZWRXFB0jmIcwbOq_Vy4JW7_PjkCTfJmrsVLN3kcEZgGUANOhNPWpBZkKOAPW_E9ZCTeJpJYc8tqINJvQiaAC-1RAWMKQW7jXjyPV/s400/DSC00677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443719855029426" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately, I wasn't able to bring back the dummy hand grenade<br />That I had purchased at the tourist attraction<br />Poohey<br />I was written up<br />For having something looking like a realistic explosiveChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-87737035536102382852008-04-21T23:08:00.003-04:002008-04-22T00:59:13.062-04:00Time<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91JGCeOIjmE&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91JGCeOIjmE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="375" width="375"></embed></object> <p class="MsoNormal">The flower sits on the window<br />In the soil rescued from the beating sun<br />Flower, sun</p><p class="MsoNormal">Grandmother’s touch<br />Her hands rough from<br />The days farming the land<br />Hiding in bomb shelters<br />Birds flying with missiles<br />The red white blue, the land of the rising sun<br />Education was absent<br />But none was needed, to know<br />The amount of lives lost<br />In this conflict<br />Her life, so delicate</p><p class="MsoNormal">Seventy years later<br />She smiles<br />In the company of friends<br />She farms the backyard<br />Glancing up to see<br />The pigeons, gracefully flocking<br />And worries of possums, and insects<br />Eating her crop<br />Over the years<br />Her hands wrinkle slightly<br />Although rough, still soft in touch and<br />Nurtures the plants like<br />They are her babies<br />Waters them, protects them, and loves them</p><p class="MsoNormal">Like when she once carried me on her shoulders<br />Her tiny frame<br />Able to subdue the riots<br />My older brother and I began<br />Over control of the game boy<br />She loves<br />Talking of old times<br />When I used to raise my little hands up<br />To be carried around the house<br />Or when I was loud, crying, or shouting<br />Putting me on her shoulders<br />Would put me into a nap<br />And she would place me<br />On the couch<br />And return to her work</p><p class="MsoNormal">Her cooking<br />Oh! How great it was<br />The fried rice<br />The chow mein<br />That I can smell upstairs</p><p class="MsoNormal">Orange chicken<br />Was invented in the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region><br />And no, she does not know how to cook it<br />She goes to church<br />Praying for our family</p><p class="MsoNormal">My grandfather<br />Who smoked a pack a day<br />Since he was a teen<br />And one day<br />Hung precariously on that cliff<br />Over the ominous sea of darkness<br />In the hospital<br />But willed himself<br />Back to the life of righteousness<br />Threw away those smokes<br />Overnight, just like that<br />He awaited the call to invade <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region><br />The night before <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Hiroshima</st1:place></st1:city><br />Waiting, silently<br />Knowing some may never make it out alive<br />Or himself, that heavy heart<br />Sitting there, and dodge this bullet<br />But another one<br />Will strike sixty five years later<br />In the form of smoke<br />Leaving the tar of emphysema<br />Although the cut has been stopped<br />The wound still leaves a scar</p><p class="MsoNormal">We sit at the dinner table<br />Speaking the native tongue<br />That I’m thankful for<br />Able to absorb their wisdom<br />Thankful for their lives<br />And what they have left</p><p class="MsoNormal">East meets west</p><p class="MsoNormal">Watching the sun set<br />The colors permeate the sky<br />And drift into the sound of<br />The distant television<br />The sun fades<br />And the time glass<br />Nears its end</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> *_jeff chen<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-15240844377988347412008-04-21T01:18:00.003-04:002008-04-21T10:59:57.908-04:00hmmmFor now, I have a partially completed poem that relates to my childhood life back home.<span style=""> </span>It mainly discusses my grandmother and an abridged description of herself and her life growing up.<span style=""> </span>I want to make a video of this performance by using my laptop’s video camera and then posting it on YouTube.<span style=""> </span>Although I have not finalized the ideas just yet, I think that I will somehow incorporate drawing, signs, and background music to the video.<span style=""> </span>My main goal is to successfully perform this poem (or maybe a little story?) with as much dedication I can put into it.<span style=""> </span>It is hard having to write and perform (and edit!) this poem while you have a math test on the same day, as well as a theology presentation, and a paper due a day later.<span style=""> </span>Nonetheless, I can still walk away saying to myself that I had done the best that I could. <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />toodles yo</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-91861438006781450702008-04-20T01:31:00.002-04:002008-04-20T01:32:51.489-04:00Allen Ginsberg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poetryarchive.org/images/cms/poetryarchive/cache/cmsattach/1342_ginsberglarge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.poetryarchive.org/images/cms/poetryarchive/cache/cmsattach/1342_ginsberglarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Allen Ginsberg. I like the way that he uses humor very often in his poetry.<span style=""> </span>When I first read the piece, before listening to the audio, there were many lines that I would not have noticed humor unless it was read.<span style=""> </span>For example, “I don’t feel good don’t bother me” was a line where I sensed a sort of whining in his poetry.<span style=""> </span>I am not sure if his goal was to have this feeling throughout the poem, but I did notice that it did come to me that he had a whiny voice to some of his comments.<span style=""> </span>I find that sort of tone to be quite hilarious.<span style=""> </span>Having to read or talk about something almost serious about his own life, then suddenly says something like “I am talking to myself again”.<span style=""> </span>Ginsberg has a slightly different style than Saul Williams.<span style=""> </span>Saul Williams has a more demanding tone rather than Ginsberg’s more casual tone.<span style=""> </span>Albeit they have different performance styles their content is somewhat similar.<span style=""> </span>They both talk about society and how it is affecting them.<span style=""> </span>I find that Williams seems to focus his work on a call to the people.<span style=""> </span>Hence the “coded language” are lessons from people of the past who’s work, accomplishments, and events that we people today should learn from.<span style=""> </span>I find these poets to be more dissimilar than alike, but I do enjoy listening to both.<span style=""> </span></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-7099314733212405912008-04-16T22:00:00.006-04:002008-04-16T22:47:54.834-04:00Performance Poetry<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: black;">I find poetry performances to be quite interesting. Every artist and performer has his or her own style. There could be a beat or just hand gestures to help the performer convey his words to the audience. Of all the performers, I greatly enjoyed watching Beau Sia and Saul Williams perform their pieces. It seems that a great performer is passionate about his or her work, thoughts, and method of getting the word to the audience. All the performances given by Professor McSweeney were thought provoking. But what I thought was a characteristic of a good performer was his or her passion that was portrayed in the performance. My personal preference of a good performer was one that was able to have the words be audible by myself and the audience. Some performers spoke too quickly, or mumbled at times, but it’s important for both the performer and audience to have the thought or message understood. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="color: black;">Beau Sia was able to do this very effectively. He spoke clearly and was able to incorporate humor and his thoughts of society and media and perform his poetry at a very upbeat and heart pounding pace. I guess there is a slight bias in my propensity towards liking Beau Sia because he talks about Asian stereotypes in his personal life, film, and society. I just love the way he talks about Asian stereotypes and is able to add humor to it ( I joke about Asian stereotypes all the time, and many are true to be honest…haha). His large voice (figuratively speaking of course) wa heard by everyone in the room. Projecting his voice with such passion, crescendo and emotion made him larger than he actually is. I think that Beau Sia has been successful due to media and television. Although he is quite accomplished in many competitions of slam poetry, I doubt that he would have been able to gain national fame without being able to perform on television and have different industries be exposed to his skill of performing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">Compared to other performers like Harryette Mullen and Tao Lin, each has their own style. Harryette uses a slower beat, but still keeps rhythm and occasionally breaks into song. Whereas Tao will only use a monotone voice...but the core material still captivates the audience. Beau Sia... on the other spectrum when compared to Tao, uses a large voice and speaks his mind...without fear or embarrassment.</span><br /></p><br /><object height="300" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C40EUMU3pFc&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C40EUMU3pFc&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="400"></embed></object>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-45166352513951703282008-04-15T21:16:00.000-04:002008-04-16T21:17:47.767-04:00# 18<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-style: normal;"><blockquote>shall i compare thee to a summer's day?<br />thou art more lovely and more temperate<br />rough winds do shake the darling buds of May<br />and summers lease hath all too short a date<br />sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines<br />and often is his gold complexion dimmed<br />and every fair from fair sometime declines<br />by chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed<br />but they eternal summer shall not fade<br />nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st<br />nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade<br />when in eternal lines in time thou grow'st<br />so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,<br />so long lives this, and this gives life to thee<o:p><br /><br /></o:p></blockquote></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal">shall I give in to this disarray?<br />thou art so complex, so intricate<br />rough winds cause the palms to sway<br />and summers spent into the evenings so late<br />sometime too much your eyes twinkle<br />and often do I fall for them<br />and every time I scrape my knees on the decline<br />by chance, I caught you in a hum<br />while on the beach, the warm sand ran through our toes<br />but they cannot make our love fade<br />so long as we are close</p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-18130470234607504402008-04-13T22:06:00.000-04:002008-04-13T22:08:42.159-04:00Muse & Drudge, By: Harryette Mullen<p class="MsoNormal">Harryette Mullen has a unique style in “rewriting” the blues.<span style=""> </span>Honestly, I had not known much about the blues until we had Grant Osborne come in and go through some typical poems and bops.<span style=""> </span>I find it quite interesting how, although the beats can differ throughout many pieces of music and poetry, many blues pieces still follow the twelve bar blues.<span style=""> </span>The standard twelve bar blues mainly consists of three line stanzas in which the lines would follow a systematic progression of chords and sounds.<span style=""> </span>I am not an expert in this domain, but I have learned from Mr. Osborne that the first two lines have some word(s) that rhyme of have a repeating phrase.<span style=""> </span>With this rhyme comes the function of stating a problem in the singer or author’s life.<span style=""> </span>The third stanza would usually answer this problem with a solution of some kind.<span style=""> </span>These are some of the characteristics of a twelve bar blue piece, but many artists and writers manipulate the twelve bar blues to fit their own personal style. <span style=""> </span>In Harryette Mullens book <i style="">Muse & Drudge,</i> she uses a style similar to the twelve bar blues.<span style=""> </span>Instead, she sticks to a four line stanza with each poem having only four stanzas.<span style=""> </span>Her style as can be seen throughout her works, consists of many incomplete sentences and utilizes phrases to put her pieces together.<span style=""> </span>What I do find interesting is her play on words.<span style=""> </span>I get somewhat giddy when I do find her use of puns.<span style=""> </span>For example, on page 103, in her poem it reads:<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal">sun goes on shining<br />while the debbil beats his wife<br />blues played left-handed<br />topsy-turvy inside out<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">under the weather<br />down by the sea<br />a broke johnny walker<br />mister meaner<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">bigger than a big man<br />cirrus as a heart attracts<br />more power than a loco motive<br />think your shit don’t stink<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">edge against a wall<br />wearing your colors<br />soulfully worn out<br />stylishly distressed<o:p><br /></o:p></p></blockquote> <p class="MsoNormal">I wanted to point out the “mister meaner” part of the poem.<span style=""> </span>I was quite aware of her style of using puns, and when I read over this, I couldn’t help myself but let out a small chuckle.<span style=""> </span>Mister meaner could also be another way for a person to say that he’s a “Mr. Meanie” or, if sounded out, could also mean <i style="">misdemeanor</i>, which has the meaning of a crime or violation that would be less than a felony.<span style=""> </span>Other phrases that had caught my attention was “<i style="">loco motive, soulfully worn out” </i>and<i style=""> “stylishly distressed</i>”.<span style=""> </span>Locomotive being one word can mean a large vehicle doing some sort of work or having the feeling of a bossy figure.<span style=""> </span>Loco motive being two words can mean that there is a machine of some sort that is crazy.<span style=""> </span>Soulfully worn out can literally mean being worn out emotionally in the soul where as sounding like “so fully” worn out would mean the same thing without having it being related to the soul.<span style=""> </span>Her use of soul in that phrase adds character and makes the reader think about this particular line (your soul is worn out rather than just emotionally worn).<span style=""> </span>Mullen’s final play of words comes from the phrase “stylishly distressed”; while most would say stylishly dressed, her use of adding –ist- gives it an entirely new meaning.<span style=""> </span>Distressed means feeling a state of adversity or pain, and the with the addition of stylishly, it’s almost like a juxtaposition.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><br /><o:p></o:p><br />One other thing that I did notice was her phrase of “lawdy lawdy hallelujah when I lay”.<span style=""> </span>The lawdy aspect of this phrase could come from Leadbelly’s use of it in his refrain in his song “Pick a Bale of Cotton”.<span style=""> </span>I found this almost like her way of referring to something that she has deep respect for.<span style=""> </span>Although changing some aspects of the twelve bar blues to fit her style, she successfully displays respect for the blues culture while having fun with her play on words. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“Oh, Lawdy, pick a bale a cotton<br />Oh, Lawdy, pick a bale a day” - Leadbelly</p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-40421343637813062842008-04-09T20:22:00.002-04:002008-04-09T23:05:34.437-04:00Singin' n' writin' 'em Blue's<p class="MsoNormal">It seems that blues is a type of music that utilizes an entire unique array of instruments not normally seen used together in such harmony.<span style=""> </span>I find that many blues lyrics are quite offbeat (some instruments may be on a different beat than others), while others can be quite calm or use plain singing solo with a piano..<span style=""> </span>The blues music seems to be able to set a tone and mood with the beat.<span style=""> </span>Because of the many uses of many instruments, it seems as if the style of blues can be pretty much any type of instrument.<span style=""> </span>Some of the main instruments that I heard were the trumpet, piano, drums, and guitar.<span style=""> </span>Not all the singing was up to par, which leads me to assume that anyone could play the blues.<span style=""> </span>I have heard of the blue’s culture, where it always seems to be an exciting time.<span style=""> </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the song “Everybody’s Down on Me”, it seems to be more talking and singing rather than instrumental music.<span style=""> </span>He talks about some of the events in his life; in this case, the singer complains of the burden to God and how everybody is “down on him”.<span style=""> </span>From this song, I can somewhat assume that the blue’s is a type of music where people would put a beat to telling stories.<span style=""> </span>These stories could be personal, emotional, or just about life in general.<span style=""> </span>It’s quite a different type of music.<span style=""> </span><br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"></st1:city></st1:place></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">St. Louis</st1:city></st1:place> Blues<br />By W.C. Handy<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hate to see the evening sun go down<br />I hate to see the evening sun go down<br />‘Cause, my baby, he’s gone left this town<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Feeling tomorrow like I feel today<br />Feeling tomorrow like I feel today<br />I’ll pack my truck and make my getaway.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">St. Louis</st1:place></st1:city> woman, with her diamond ring<br />Pulls that man around, by her apron strings<br />If it weren’t for powder, and for store bought hair<br />That man I love would, have gone nowhere, nowhere<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I got the St. Louis Blues, just as blue as I can be<br />That man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea<br />Or else, he wouldn’t have gone so far from me<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love my baby, like a school boy loves his pie<br />Like a <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Kentucky</st1:place></st1:state> colonel, loves his mint’n rye<br />I love my man, ‘til the day I die</p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>One other thing that I had not noticed (which I should have, really) is the fact that the blue’s uses slang (e.g. ‘cause, ‘til, etc).<span style=""> </span>Could the blues be about being blue?<span style=""> </span>I would not be too sure about that, but this particular poem confirms the observation that the blue’s also utilizes repition.<span style=""> </span>This five stanza poem with three lines each, with the exception of the third stanza, seems to be one of many types of blue’s poems.<span style=""> </span>Looking at the other poems in the packet, the others seem to be stories that any person would tell to friends and family.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-81564709562153749702008-04-07T10:05:00.001-04:002008-04-07T00:59:17.094-04:00home<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22861057@N04/2391674114/" title="DSC00656 by JEFFFFFchen, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2391674114_85e5c58173.jpg" alt="DSC00656" height="131" width="500" /></a><br /><br />soon I will be there, homeChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-86204313196897362992008-04-06T20:08:00.001-04:002008-04-06T20:11:19.155-04:00Perimeter of a circle: Circumference [mag]<o:p></o:p>This particular publisher has focused their intentions mainly on translations of poems and works written in languages other than English.<span style=""> </span>The main mission is to dig out works worldwide and find new meanings and trains of thoughts that couldn’t be described in English or have fallen under the English “radar” and influence.<span style=""> </span>They want to manifest the beautiful words first stated in a foreign language and then give the translation so English readers can understand the work that would not be understood without the help of translation through <a href="http://www.circumferencemag.com/default.aspx">Circumference [mag]</a>.<span style=""> </span>I find it quite significant for them to go to the extent of <a href="http://www.circumferencemag.com/Issues/EditorLetterI2.aspx">breeching</a> federal law (unintentionally of course).<span style=""> </span>Should they be able to provide publishing for embargoed countries such as <st1:country-region st="on">Iran</st1:country-region> and <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cuba</st1:place></st1:country-region>?<span style=""> </span>Although there is some sort of opposition inflicted upon these countries by the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region>, words…should not be restricted.<span style=""> </span>Words… thoughts… written thoughts are powerful.<span style=""> </span>It doesn’t seem right that works from the embargoed countries should be restricted. <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The <a href="http://www.circumferencemag.com/Issues/issues.aspx?PoemID=4a&IssueNumber=4">poem</a> written by Humberto Ak’abal is quite an amazing poem when it comes to dreaming of places.<span style=""> </span>This poem talks of the possibility the sky is not so far after all if you climb a cypress, but in Momostenango, you will touch the sky if you climb a cypress.<span style=""> </span>Unlike the other translations and works in Circumference [mag], this poem takes on the face of three languages; First in Maya Ki’che, then Spanish, and finally English.<span style=""> </span>My thought is that the original was written in Maya Ki’che, and was translated to Spanish by Mr. Ak’abal.<span style=""> </span>The poem seems to have been an oral legend passed down by generations speaking about Momostenango.<span style=""> </span>I want to say that for Spanish speakers, the most important translation would be Mr Ak’abal’s translation from Maya Ki’che to Spanish.<span style=""> </span>Without the bridge, it could not have made its way into the Spanish speaking worlds and eventually to the English speaking culture.<span style=""> </span>It’s nice how a translation can bring two opposite cultures together to understand one poem.<span style=""> </span></p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-32436858910136133242008-04-05T01:46:00.001-04:002008-04-06T21:44:46.324-04:00spring has arrived<p class="MsoNormal">I want to say that poetry is quite interesting.<span style=""> </span>Most of the time, I find that there are many things that I do not understand about poetry.<span style=""> </span>I do know that not all poetry is meant to be understood.<span style=""> </span>I guess what I do find important in poetry is the hidden meaning in every poem.<span style=""> </span>Every poem has an imagined audience, and most likely a hidden meaning.<span style=""> </span>But at the same time, it could be just plain thoughts, no more meaning than what is stated.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes the simplest things could be the best explanations.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal">it’ll get different<br />by: Tao Lin<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>at work i wonder<br />if i should take anti-depressant medicine<br />finally, i decide, no, i shouldn’t<br />later i am feeling really depressed<br />do it, i say, take anti-depressant medicine<br />still later i feel better<br />anti-depressant medicine, i say, ha, ha<br />ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,<br />an hour later i catch myself thinking extremely hard<br />about a bright green apple being where my heart should</p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Many of these lines are just thoughts, of an occurrence throughout the course of a day.<span style=""> </span>In this case, the anti-depressant medicine could be his way to something emotional that he is going through.<span style=""> </span>Instead of taking it, he decides that he shouldn’t and that he can do it.<span style=""> </span>The bright green apple that he refers to could be his way of thinking that he should not open his heart once again.<span style=""> </span>Maybe at one point in his life, he has had a troublesome relationship; hardening his heart could be the only way to prevent himself from becoming depressed or hurt emotionally again.</p>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-72595032516276143242008-04-03T09:45:00.002-04:002008-04-03T09:49:14.379-04:00ENGL 13886-02: Poetry without boundariesVoila, and ze journey begins!Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-13591347115988808952008-03-30T20:58:00.011-04:002008-11-13T15:02:07.304-05:00pew pew pew<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhe5y-noQrD6WJWrL_EkaGoipP9BGPBYQ57DdCUUCn3v2NwzqqVewLYygF_i-0OOSl5skfh6JhsymlMp-qAI3DSzid_AuTGPz0mtRse222qEJU435MNVNhc5RF6PZt_7OvKEQ37XwMXBd/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhe5y-noQrD6WJWrL_EkaGoipP9BGPBYQ57DdCUUCn3v2NwzqqVewLYygF_i-0OOSl5skfh6JhsymlMp-qAI3DSzid_AuTGPz0mtRse222qEJU435MNVNhc5RF6PZt_7OvKEQ37XwMXBd/s200/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183705603479915042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbHe2hy7_AjTXvnQtd8Cxd4kxdSekUDswbbQH2Q0_hTFZikwR1JR5FJhKUZSRmscS3URwJ1kD-HeNjDh5RwlBOv5YzdpJK5zi1S3I_o0EIdpiHz3JxuxTZqichs5ipCCgebqVhhZYEXrV/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;">We Americans<br />Ready from day one<br /><span style=""></span>Experience as phony issue<br />If too experienced<br />Does not qualify one<br />There’s a body of learning absorbed, qualifies a person<br />Experience is irrelevant<br />Experience is not the only barometer<br />Requires knowledge, maturity, leadership and some sense of how the world works<br />No certificate says you’re ready<br />Responsibilities and burdens unique beyond anyone’s ability to prepare<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >*_Jeff Chen</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><br /><span style=""></span><span style=""> </span>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-6741861144175792862008-03-10T21:52:00.002-04:002008-03-10T21:59:40.973-04:00In Exercises 13-24Find M_x,M_y, and (x,y) for the laminas of uniform density<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-size: 133%;">ρ</span></span> bounded by the graphs of the equations.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">?</span>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-56574290566661726992008-03-02T21:17:00.006-05:002008-03-31T21:54:57.367-04:00theta rings<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/2306644186_875933b82c_m.jpg" alt="theta" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px;" /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >you know when you're a nerd when<br />you notice theta rings at the dining hall<br />rawr<br />i wish i were sin^2 and you were cos^2<br />and together, we could be one</span><br /></div></div>Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-10092619828500300772008-02-29T13:42:00.005-05:002008-03-01T21:39:30.824-05:00organic chemistryrunning on a treadmill<br />stationary<br />my best isn't enough<br />why do i try so hard?<br /><br />::edit<br />turns out my grade is a B for now<br />phew<br /><br />hello hope<br />let's be friendsChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202239866081312302.post-64481701452921541602008-02-28T14:45:00.003-05:002008-02-29T03:01:08.937-05:00new slatefairly new to this<br />i suspect i will update this every so oftenChenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480701175344616126noreply@blogger.com0