Monthly Archives: February 2005

Under the Volcano and Lady Chatterley’s Lover

Through the course of the twentieth century, a great deal of growth took place in civilized nations. With the great changes in political and social climates came the need for change in the arts, to capture and convey peoples’ changing … Continue reading

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The Cynical Bard

Shakespeare, like any good poet, knew a thing or two about unrequited or ill-fated love. The speaker in his sonnets lavishes affection on a young man who seems to be oblivious, indifferent, or intolerant to the love. There doesn’t seem … Continue reading

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A Critical Scene in Twelfth Night

Our group was assigned the play Twelfth Night for performance, and we chose Act IV Scene I. Twelfth Night is a play that turns normal social constructs upside-down, particularly gender roles. The title of the play, as we have learned … Continue reading

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Bottom’s Up: A Strategy for Studying History

There are many possible ways to understand history. We have artifacts and accounts of the events and situations of the past that have shaped what the world is today, and people who study history must make decisions about how to … Continue reading

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Thanks!

Thanks for all the good response to the last poem 🙂 I am posting another right now; it’s three haikus (again) that make up a bigger, more complete poem. and sometime or another, I’ll go through at add poetry (specifically … Continue reading

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Music

for all you thieves out there: music I have saved my music to my domain host in order to avoid losing all of it should my computer ever die. that means that people who know where to look can steal … Continue reading

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Valentine’s Day

When the darkness comes, and the cold with itthe friendly giggles of the joyful, the playfulare torturous and cruel;I think about the river you spoke ofthat separates us from those who suffer no more. I think that I would like … Continue reading

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