Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Post # 6 Fiction Packet 3

This week we were asked to read and respond to fiction packet three. I must say that this packet is certainly intriguing to the say the least. What really impressed me and won me over was the many different uses of language in the stories. In each story, there was a very unique use of language and description that really painted vivid pictures for me. 

For example, in the story The Singing Fish, the use of language is very interesting. Many of the words are repeated and the terminology is really over simplified. There are many grammar mistakes and hen reading it, I felt like it was written by a child. For example, there's the line that reads, "Mud, us brothers we can't get us enough mud." To me, this seems like something a child would say. That's when I realized how the language and terminology was being used to convey the idea that the story was being told from a child's perspective. I think that the author's writing techniques are pretty unique, but they can be misunderstood rather easily. 

Another example is in the story Death of the Right Fielder. I found this story to be very well written and really interesting. Although, what I liked most about it was its vivid descriptions that made you take a deeper look at things. In the story, the author describes the infield and outfield positions in baseball. However, he does so in a way that also describes the characters that play those positions. For example, he says, "The infield demands communication." Although he is clearly talking about baseball, there is an implication that those in the infield are social, because being social also demands communication. I feel like that use of language and description is pretty awesome and really shows off an author's merit. In closing, the stories I read in fiction packet three were very intriguing, and I really enjoyed reading them.      

Monday, February 11, 2013

Post #5 Survivors

Okay people, for this blog post I will be writing a response to the short story Survivors. My first reaction to the story was that I was impressed. The author used words to create a lot of vivid imagery. I like the one part in particular where he describes his lover's family. Not only does he describe them excellently, he does it in a way that also describes the hardships his lover had faced. That really impressed me and left me wanting to read more.

On another note, I didn't like the story entirely. I couldn't get over the fact that the narrator in the story was so worried about having to deal with his lover's death and his lover's family. He even goes as far to say please let me die first. To me, this is extremely selfish. He never once in story acknowledges how his lover might feel if he were to die first. That's just something I can't agree with.

In closing, the short story Survivors left me with mixed emotions. On one hand, I really liked the descriptive words. They really made the story come alive and kept me interested. However, I really don't like the narrator's attitude. I feel like he's selfish and is only thinking of himself. Nevertheless, the story is certainly interesting and deserves to read.    

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Post # 4 Poem

So for this post, I'm asked to upload a poem. So here it goes:

A Rose Everlasting
By: Patrick Pena

There is no beauty like that of the rose
Its petals a shade of lustrous red
Like the glowing eyes of of an oven, or stove
Simply elegant, not much left to be said
Though beautiful indeed, it's common that we know
A rose is not forever, it sits waiting to be dead

My rose is different, its beauty ever lasts
When the last of time halts, it will not have changed
A much brighter red, a thousand infernos' blast
It can't be compared, no others the same
Its love feeds my soul and this I must have
Should I go mad, I can't be to blame

Alas its face so lovely, body so slender
It leaves me weak,  when I am not near
Might the heavens above be our defender
So that the fabric that holds us shall never tear
And until I am no more, I will always remember
The love between us we have always shared