Into the Wild reaction

I would like to begin by saying that I like this book so far. When I began reading it it seems that the people treat "Alex" as a sort of crazy person and that they don't know if he knows what he's doing and it seems that he recieves a lot of criticism from people.
I think it is necessary to take risks and to challenge yourself, however I think he took what his risk to a bit of an extreme. Like maybe he didn't know what he was up against and bit off more than he could chew. But it is important to have experiences in your life that challenge you and let yourself know exactly what it is you can do.

Meet the Spartans: A review

Meet the Spartans: A movie review by Rhomus

Meet the Spartans, what a joke… figuratively speaking. A comedy that spawns from the usual antics of the team that made Scary movie, Superhero movie, and Date movie. My point of this whole matter is that they are all exactly the same. I don’t know how many times you can make the same movie and have it still be good. All of the comedy in the movie is a sort of lowbrow humor that is all extremely predictable.
My opinion of this movie I would think is evident at this point, I hate it… and it is actually the only movie that comes to my mind when I think of movies I hate. There aren’t really any parts of the movie I can say I honestly liked. It was like the same joke, over and over again. To be honest, I don’t know how I sat through it.
The theme of the movie is we follow the story of 300 (Which I haven’t seen, and maybe this movie would’ve been funnier had I seen the real thing) but we follow this particular story with a comedic twist.
The main characters are takeoffs of the various people in the actual movie. Though their appearances are slightly altered (Leonidas’ wife is Carmen Electra for instance) and well known pop culture icons are inserted into the mix. These specific people are obviously people that are “news worthy” and everyone knows about, so everyone get’s the joke.
As a conclusion: the style and the overall tactics that the director uses for this movie are exactly the same as every other movie of the type. In short, this movie possesses absolutely no originality whatsoever and makes me feel bad that I even sat through it.

Weekly poem #4

Weekly poem

Evil

He grips his mace
with both his hands
destroying grace
in all the lands.
He kills us all
with blood so cold,
he stands not tall,
for myths are told.
With wind and rain,
we'll make him pay
for those all slain
on this sad, sad day.
We know him not,
for he shows no face
and with rage so hot,
leaves deafening trace.
With the deaths so high,
and conscience so low,
he is not nigh
to the places he’ll go.
from hell he comes,
we’re sure of that
and with broken thumbs
has never sat,
to rest, my friend,
for he needs none.
He will not stop,
when day is done.
he's out there now
and must be stopped
you ask us how
he can be topped.
Afraid, he saw
that much is certain,
when death will draw
the final curtain.
I don’t know how,
you wish to save
there's no hope now
from his echoing rage.
He does not stop
until he’s dead
with the mace atop
his dreadful head.
I tell you now,
so heed my warning
I will die for thou
on this great morning.

Snatch: The review

Snatch: A movie review by Rhomus

A great comedy, action movie for young adults, Snatch is very enticing in that it commands the plot with a vast array of motley characters and personalities. A lot of what the movie is about is revealed as you continue with the movie so you will probably need to see it more than once. I would be glad to.
As you may have previously seen, my opinions of this movie stand very positive, it is one of the top movies on my personal list especially for the creative use of comedy and personalities. There are many characters in the movie that you may come to love or hate. But as a whole the movie possesses all the right elements.
The theme of the movie is a sort of darker one, although the story does take some comedy into the mix, I wouldn’t call it a comedy in any sense of the word. It is too serious at most points and that is what makes it such an interesting movie.
The list of great roles in the film goes on for awhile because they use all of their characters to their full potential. They range from bumbling thieves (Solomon, Vincent & Tyrone) three jewelry store clerks who set off to rob a gambling office, to gruesome gang bosses (Bricktop) who feeds people to pigs.
Made as a British film with the introduction of an American or two later on, it possesses a lot of British slang that may not become clear to people at first. However it doesn’t distract from the overall experience of the film.

20 minutes with the President

I need to report on the time I would spend visiting the President. A very exciting meeting I am sure.

Hello Mr. President
I am here to speak with you about the issues that I find most important in our society. First off, I would like to say that I think the economy is an important issue and I am sure plenty of people would agree with me, however I don't think this is THE priority as of now. In helping the economy you will also need to strengthen foreign relations because they are a big part of the economy in this country.

But here is my largest problem, money is great but living and health are better. I am not directing this statement at our Healthcare system but rather to the environment and what we do to the planet that makes us unhealthy in the first place.
That to me is the largest issue.

Thank you.

Weekly Poem #3

War

Warfighter you live to die
Warrior you burn the rye
Warmaker you don't see as I
Warlord you don't give a sigh

Civil war thought fought for some just cause
To explain what there is no clause
The world war to end forever
All wars to come, though they never

...end

Weekly peom #2

This one is also a bit late... sorry 'bout that. This particular work is how 13 different things view the sky.

The Prologue

The sky, the sky
Clouds view it as home
How way up high
A nice place to roam

And people of the world
How unseeing they are
For they don't know
That which is far

But the birds, they know
What the sky is about
And they fly and flutter
And are without doubt

The planes are the same
As the people will be
They fly right on by
And they do not see

And the trees see it
As a wonderful thing
Open and bright
Makes them want to sing

And in the heavens
Are the mountains high
They are grand and gloating
Neighbors with the sky

Near them the volcano
Spews fire to the air
As the red and gold
Is portrayed with dispair

As the warriors ride
When the golden sun sets
And another chance
That the darkness gets

It is night now
And sleep the sky can
But not after long
The sun rises again

The ground is the first
To witness the day
As it stares at the sky
And can't cast it away

And the ants, they live
So far, far away
From up by the blue
They aspire to say

And the dead, as they can't
Look up to the sky
For they live in it
The day that they died

And time viewed the sky
As it wasted away
Because time lives forever
As long as time may say

Weekly poem #1

This one is a bit late.

Prophecy

He who dares enter my realm
Be weary of the ancient Elm
For when it burns shall be the day
When all the world will waste away

The fire's air will burn so bright
Illumination of the night
Understand and you shall know
How and Why the world shall go

In your mind I'll forge the Tree
To force you now to look and see
Be warned you who enter Here
To see the light when you are near

Weekly poems

I decided to start a sort of "weekly poem publishing deal that will go on I hope for awhile, I will be publishing a poem every week starting with one that will go out this week (This does not include all of the poetry I have done up to this blog).

Let's see if it works.

Love is Blind

Love is as the Sun
Bright and revealing
Because sharing and caring
Is light and not stealing

Fantastic it is
Such fluttery feeling
To be where you are
Your presence is healing

So I tell you now
You mean much to me
Though you know how
You I cannot see

This is another one of my poems the topic of which was supposed to be love.

Love poem

The King by Rudyard Kipling
Couresy of: www.famouspoetsandpoems.com

"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said;
"With bone well carved he went away,
Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,
And jasper tips the spear to-day.
Changed are the Gods of Hunt and Dance,
And he with these. Farewell, Romance!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Lake-folk sighed;
"We lift the weight of flatling years;
The caverns of the mountain-side
Hold him who scorns our hutted piers.
Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell,
Guard ye his rest. Romance, farewell!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Soldier spoke;
"By sleight of sword we may not win,
But scuffle 'mid uncleanly smoke
Of arquebus and culverin.
Honour is lost, and none may tell
Who paid good blows. Romance, farewell!"

"Farewell, Romance!" the Traders cried;
Our keels ha' lain with every sea;
The dull-returning wind and tide
Heave up the wharf where we would be;
The known and noted breezes swell
Our trudging sail. Romance, farewell!"

"Good-bye, Romance!" the Skipper said;
"He vanished with the coal we burn;
Our dial marks full steam ahead,
Our speed is timed to half a turn.
Sure as the ferried barge we ply
'Twixt port and port. Romance, good-bye!"

"Romance!" the season-tickets mourn,
"He never ran to catch his train,
But passed with coach and guard and horn --
And left the local -- late again!"
Confound Romance! . . . And all unseen
Romance brought up the nine-fifteen.

His hand was on the lever laid,
His oil-can soothed the worrying cranks,
His whistle waked the snowbound grade,
His fog-horn cut the reeking Banks;
By dock and deep and mine and mill
The Boy-god reckless laboured still!

Robed, crowned and throned, he wove his spell,
Where heart-blood beat or hearth-smoke curled,
With unconsidered miracle,
Hedged in a backward-gazing world;
Then taught his chosen bard to say:
"Our King was with us -- yesterday!"

This poem is a bit difficult to anylize because of the extreme use of metaphors. But part of the assignment is to talk about one specific metaphor, which I might choose to talk about the people's encounters with love along their everyday lives. I interperet this poem as saying the people think that love is more of an interference with their work than a pleasure in life.

Poem reflection

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
courtesy of: www.famouspoetsandpoems.com

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

I chose this piece by Shel Silverstein because I have always loved Shel Silverstein's work. He has a lot he can tell us about life through his writing. To me he is a very influential figure.

The eye

The eye is such an inspirational piece of the human body, to me it ranks as one of the most important things we have. I once had an assignment to choose a body part to be photographed for use in a (school appropriate) magazine. I had said the eye and I think it would be used in an arts or technology magazine. To me the symbol of the eye is a symbol of modernization and inspiration.

The Sins of the Brother

This is my passage from my personal narrative assignment:

...He sold his equipment to a friend, he no longer had an interest to play, and I had lost my closest rival, but also my greatest ally in the realm of music. I then was left without anyone to play with...

The Realm of Music

The realm of music is a large one of sorts, with so many different conflicting opinions and things to discover. My question for you to think about or pose as a discussion is: What type of music would you listen to if it was the only type of music you could listen to for the rest of your life.

The Epic of Sir Charles

This was the beginning of a poem I wrote about a phobia.

There was once a knight who lived

Sir Charles he would be

Once his King had said

He would sail across the sea

Charles said he'd go

But strangely changed his mind

his king had thoroughly questioned

Aquaphobia he would find

And so the army went

Across the ocean's row

To go for king and country

without Sir Charles they would go

Then Charles was left

To think within his mind

Left out of fame and glory

Poor Charles stayed behind