Friday, 7 June 2013
Sunday, 28 April 2013
The End of Innocence, Found Poem
(Music is subtle, but there.)
The End of Innocence
Found poem, taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding,
(Ch 1,2,3,9,12)
Ralph jumped from the terrace,
immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air,
did a surface dive and swam under water
a golden light danced over his face,
Signs of life were visible now,
the children who came along the beach leapt into visibility.
A storm of laughter arose,
and even the tiniest child joined in,
for a moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy.
Yet, they’re frightened.
as if it wasn’t a good island,
as if, the beastie was real.
Beneath a sky of thunderous brass,
rang with the storm coming.
Between the flashes of lightning
the air was dark and terrible,
The hunters took their spears,
the cooks took spits,
the rest clubs of fire wood.
the brown backs that hemmed in terror.
And there again,
shrill and inevitable,
was the ululation sweeping across the island.
Don’t scream,
hopeless fear on flying feet,
rushing through the forest,
trying to cry for mercy.
Ralph wept for the end of innocence,
the darkness of man’s heart.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Found Poem, from Lord of the Flies, Chapter 9
The End of Innocence
Found poem, taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding,
(Ch 1,2,3,9,12)
Ralph jumped from the terrace,
immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air,
did a surface dive and swam under water
a golden light danced over his face,
Signs of life were visible now,
the children who came along the beach leapt into visibility.
A storm of laughter arose,
and even the tiniest child joined in,
for a moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy.
Yet, they’re frightened.
as if it wasn’t a good island,
as if, the beastie was real.
Beneath a sky of thunderous brass,
rang with the storm coming.
Between the flashes of lightning
the air was dark and terrible,
The hunters took their spears,
the cooks took spits,
the rest clubs of fire wood.
the brown backs that hemmed in terror.
And there again,
shrill and inevitable,
was the ululation sweeping across the island.
Don’t scream,
hopeless fear on flying feet,
rushing through the forest,
trying to cry for mercy.
Ralph wept for the end of innocence,
the darkness of man’s heart.
Monday, 8 April 2013
Found Poem - The Island
(The music is quite subtle, but there.)
The Island
Found Poem taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding
From Pages: 7, 10, 39, 47, 52, 53, 54, 62
The long scar smashed into the jungle;
a bath of heat
fledged with palm trees;
their green feathers hundred feet up in the air;
the open sea dark blue,
behind, the darkness of the forest proper.
Decline of the sun,
allowed a little coolness to lie under the tree,
a drop of burning gold that slid nearer the sill of a world.
Only a few inches from the humid Earth,
the tree trunks and creepers festooned
There was only the faintest indication of the trail
that was widen enough and trodden enough to be a path,
hardened by an accustomed tread.
The forest opened a little,
beyond was the glitter of the sea.
In the hot air a pair of gaudy butterflies danced around
The sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdraw from the sky
By: Michael, Elaine, Patrick and Alex
Music by Alex,
Art by Michael.
Thursday, 4 April 2013
Found Poem
The Island
Found Poem taken from Lord of the Flies by William Golding
The long scar smashed into the jungle; (pg 7)
a bath of heat
fledged with palm trees; (pg 10 )
their green feathers hundred feet up in the air;
the open sea dark blue, (pg 10)
behind, the darkness of the forest proper.
Decline of the sun, (pg 39)
allowed a little coolness to lie under the tree,
a drop of burning gold that slid nearer the sill of a world. (pg 47)
Only a few inches from the humid Earth, (pg 52)
the tree trunks and creepers festooned
There was only the faintest indication of the trail (pg 53)
that was widen enough and trodden enough to be a path,
hardened by an accustomed tread.
The forest opened a little,
beyond was the glitter of the sea. (pg 54)
In the hot air a pair of gaudy butterflies danced around (pg 62)
The sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdraw from the sky
By: Michael, Elaine, Patrick and Alex
Music by Alex,
Art by Michael.
Friday, 1 March 2013
English Patient Thought 9
Finally, our inquiry question has come together. We managed to successfully send all of our books to Admiral Seymour Elementary with the help of Ms.Kwan. We were lucky to have a teacher drive us there, or else carrying a box with around eighty books won't be a pleasant sight. Even though I didn't have the opportunity to go, but after looking at some of the photos, I was genuinely glad that the school could receive those books. And I think I finally have an answer to our inquiry question. Throughout our life, we've been sometimes told that people can be altruistic, while others tell us that all people are selfish. Some say people carry out acts of kindness to feel good about themselves, or other reasons for doing what they do. But now I realized, that all of this reasoning and deduction of true intentions doesn't really matter at all. What matters is that our actions are helping other human beings, what matters is that we simply have the drive to help another human being. If our actions' only repercussion is the benefits of another being, and maybe some self-enjoyment, then what is there to question? Nothing.
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