Friday, February 20, 2009
Hello my very special class of 2009!!!!wheew!!! along with some of camden highs talented juniors. Well school was???....the same as usual..until we got to mr.wakes class lol.. watching charlie and jazz act was hilarious..I LOVE humantities and not just because im smart but because our class along with my class mates are enjoyable. I was sceptical at first being as tho i didnt know alot of the people and the ones i did know i barely talkd to but through our many conversations and debates i have warmed up to most of you.Today i saw the new tyler perry movie (madea goes to jail) wow i thought i was very funny. so i recommend everyone to go see it. Well it was fun bloggin for the night i headed to bed see you on monday<3<3<3
Thursday, February 19, 2009
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by: Oscar Wilde
Hey class check out this poem by Oscar Wilde, we are doing great so far with his play The Importance of Being Earnest, look this over and try to pick some things that you find interesting.
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE
by: Oscar Wilde
WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.
The took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE
by: Oscar Wilde
WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.
The took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
LINK FOR ASSIGNMENT
Here is the link where you have to post ONE blog.
http://imhereru.blogspot.com/
Just remember to check which week you signed up for.
http://imhereru.blogspot.com/
Just remember to check which week you signed up for.
BLOGGING FOR A PURPOSE
What is a blog anyway, why do we need to express our ideas to millions of people who may be watching? Why are you even taking this class? These are some of the many questions that you may be asking. Try to answer these questions. A blog can be as simple as why you thought breakfast this morning was chippin' or as deep as remembering your grandmother who passed away last year. You can share what you thought about class this week or what Camden needs in order for it to change. Think of some great topics. Even if you just write a journal entry on here that you thought was great, that is fine as well. Maybe you learned a new vocabulary word, that would be an awesome thing to share with the class. Use this as a way to express your ideas. You are the future.
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