Life's Silhouette

Description:

I believe that life has copious ways of seeing it from its many angles, and that there is infinite ways of describing it. For me, poems are what really get me thinking about what life really is, and how everyday can be different from each other affecting you in all their ways. Values are the core of life, and I looked for poems that could portayed them like love being what everything revolves around. I chose this poems I felt I could relate and understand what the poet wanted to get across.

Synopsis:

These poems are heart touching, and make you think about what life really is; a way to think over life.

An Easter Ballad by Allen Ginsberg

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou

There is Another Sky by Emily Dickinson

Alone by Maya Angelou

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The Soul unto Itself by Emily Dickinson

In the Morning of Life by Thomas Moore

A Life by Sylvia Plath

When I was Puerto Rican - Book Review

When I was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago

Publisher: Vintage

Genre: Memoir

Where I got it: It was a recommendation from Mrs. Meadows --my english teacher.

One sentence summary: Coming of age story going through Negi's (Esmeralda's) life that started in the rural parts of Macun, Puerto Rico, and as she grows up progressing to a graduation in New York City Highschool of Performing Arts, with a lot of lesson learned in the progress and a whole life in front of her.

First sentence: We came to Macun when I was four, to a rectangle of rippled metal sheets on stilts hovering in the middle of a circle of red dirt.

First chapter review: This first chapter basically gives a background of how her life is, this takes place in a rural side. We see that is evident that she is a little kid because of the way she has innocent views toward the world. We are introduced to her family members, and with their interaction we can conclude that they are not the kind of family with a lot of money, but the find the way through struggles sticking always with their traditional ways that go with their culture, and that definitely is a big part of them because it defines who they truly are, always portraying all of this to the kids.

Verdict: I definitely liked this book, I felt that it was truthful and descriptive enough to love it. Esmeralda Santiago portrayed and explained this memoir so delicately and efficiently that every reader, as different as they could be, would understand perfectly how her culture, her relationship, and surroundings had the power to affect her and change her in all the different ways.

Cover comments: There is a face of a teenage girl that is obviously latin because of her traits of dark hair and thick eye brows, and if you look at the details behind you can see the hay roof of a small rural house. I think that is really significative of the novel because I think that the background represents her roots, or where she started, and the picture of this girl represents her coming of age.

Summer Lime --Benjamin Moore 2026-60

Quiet whistles

from the balmy breeze

coming up-hill,

passed through the windows.

brought the aroma

of the dancing mango leaves

and summer-grown lemon rines,

just like fresh-cut grass:

delicate

delightful

deserving

for a summer evening.

The silver sun streaks

covered your body,

Feeling the affection from

the warmth

of the air

blow by blow...

A signal that the

gray

grouchy

ghastly city

was far,

and here we had this

green

gentle

glimmering escape.

Bright-green,

green-yellowish,

orangish-red,

glowing mangos hang

from the

copious branches

embellished with leaves,

waiting for the time

for them to fall,

and land beside the lime bush

to have somewhere to lay,

and be tumbled by the tropical breeze,

and then picked up.

The kind of breezes,

the kind of mangos,

the kind of bushes,

that make you truly

sense

smell

and savor

summer lime.

Maybe it's Only Us...

On two sides

was the bright beach,

behind,

the lagoon.

In front,

the darkness of the island.

He found himself

understading

the wearisomeness of life.

Only here could be allow his feet to move

Sun in his face;

though it were part of a brighter childhood.

There must be no mistake

no chasing imaginary...

about this assembly.

Not for laughing

or for falling off the log

not for making jokes

not fun

but bussiness.

Bring water from streams,

shelters,

then the fire....

And the Beast:

the black,

humped figure

against the lagoon.

Considering

the vast streches of water,

the high sea beyond,

heard silently

the sough,

the whisper from the reef;

unknown infinate of possiblities.

It's fear

but there's nothing in it

Fear can't hurt you anymore than a dream....

Crybabies!

Be frightened

if you like.

But as for the beast--

I'm a hunter or not?

The assembly cried out savagley

Ralph

moved restlessly

stood up in amazement

looked at jack open mouthed.

You Simon?

You believe in this?

Maybe it's only us....

The world,

that understandable

and lawful

world,

was slipping away so suddenly.

Maybe it's only us.

Where I'm From

I am from weekend's homemade pancakes,

dripping with butter and maple syrup.

I am from downstairs parks of tall buildings,

capacious, mysterious, and secret.

I'm from the silent whistle of the wind.

I'm from fresh orchids, the cape gooseberry.

From the sunday breakfasts, and evening movies.

I am from the never let you down, and I'm here for you.

From Daddy's support, to Mommy's comfort.

From don't play with fire or you'll get burned,

to it's friday let's get out of the city.

I'm from catholic views, but atheist habits.

I am from Colombia, BB-Q meat, and homemade rice.

From the days we started our new life,

on another page

I'm from the biggest step taken.

From the fading encrypted memories in the albums,

casually remembered, yet never forgotten.

I am from those moments,

a permanent path that is carved to the core,

reaching the roots

of where I am from.

WWL8- Japan Earthquake

One Japan's most powerful earthquake recorded stroke on a copious area of the north east coast on Friday, March 11, preceding a ten meter tsunami.

The fitful quake of an 8,9 magnitude, took place during the evening. It affected the community and the people -- leaving about 10,000 daunting deaths.

The audible sound of the buildings crushing down was a crucial call for authorities to evacuate the remaining victims; but once they saw the tremendous wave coming, there wasn't any adept action they could deploy to decelerate the calamitous wave that on a speed of 200 kilometers per hour deluged the capacious streets of the northeaster coast land.

Many homes were destroyed taken by the water; large number of corps where found, and yet there were still many people missing. The only way to facilitate the fastidious situation was to grapple with the problem, hope for no more damage, and simply wait.

While the Japanese felt a pang of desperation, the waves that were formed by the tsunami travelled 4,000 miles at a high speed all the way to the pacific coast approaching Hawaii.

Go Ask Alice - Book Review

Go ask Alice written by an anonymous author, is a memoir that takes us in a journey of Alice's calamitous world of drugs, the consequences, and her struggles to get out of it. Even if the first purpose of the entries weren't for a book, it gives vivid descriptions of experiences and thoughts. It's a novel in which it makes the reader understand the depth of the situation and connect with the character. The title drags you in because it is basically telling to go to Alice, after all that she's been through, and it's interesting because in the whole novel her name is not mentioned but you know her name for the title.

This epistolary memoir, dived into two diaries -- one was for her old life, and the second was for her renewed self-- shows the life of fifteen year old Alice.

She comes to realize after her awful experiences that drugs don't bring anything good with them, but she might have realized that in a point that there wasn't any option to go back, or even cover her past. She grew up in a loving family, but always had a non satisfying hole with her. She never had some one to be sure to rely on, and that made her emotionally weak trying to take an opportunity that passed her by. Because of this she trusted the wrong people, and got to the wrong places. Alice went through a lot in a period of one year, and went into the darkest places, came into the light, yet she came back there.

This roller coaster ride of the horrors of addiction, takes you in the ride to know the memoirist and emotionally attach to to her. It's a book in which you would want to never stop. You read her diary, enter her world, and never forget her.

Lines I loved:

"All the dumb, idiot kids who think they are only chipping are in reality just existing from one experience to the other. After you've had it, there isn't even life without drugs. It's a plodding, colorless, dissonant bare existence. it stinks. And I'm glad I'm back. Glad! Glad! Glad! I've never had it better that I had it last night." p. 97