Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Animal Farm: Corruption of Ideals

We lived in a farm,
The Manor farm,
Where Jones the farmer worked;
With his whip, his beer, and the worker men too,
They tortured us, starved us, worked us to tears
And there was nothing we could do.

But a pig, a pig, a very wise pig,
Named Major once told us something of hope.
Rebel! Rebel! Rebel against Jones
So that you can be free some day.
Free from cruelty, starvation, and even humanity.
You can all graze in the fields of hay.

Rebel! Rebel! Said the farm animals at night.
They all cheered with fantastic delight!
We shall be free some day,
When we all shall graze
In the wonderful fields of hay.

Major may have died,
But everyone went off with pride,
For the rebellion did succeed.
Jones was gone;
All was won,
So everyone must’ve dreamed.

Things began to change,
As Snowball rearranged,
A plan that would surely help.
But Napoleon had a scheme,
That would crush everybody’s dreams
And their dreams would no longer be there.

Napoleon, conceited as he was,
Took over the farm with force,
For the animals only feared
On what could be worse,
Then if Jones, himself, were there.

The animals, stupid and innocent
Hoped things would become pleasant,
And that their dreams would be more than dreams some day.
But if only they knew,
What Napoleon was going to do,
Then they would’ve stopped him then.
But Squealer would convince,
That they were living in bliss,
And for them not to worry a hair.

As time went by,
Not everything was fine.
Working night and day,
Was more than a pain,
It was draining the animal’s dead.

But they animals continued to dream,
That things were better than they seemed
Even if it was worse than ever compared.

Things didn’t end well,
After the spell
Of trade, death, money, and slavery,
Nothing became good of these things.

Pigs now ruling,
Began to talk rudely
Of the other animals there.
They now walked on two’s,
Instead of all fours,
And now were more equal than them.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poetry Out Loud Performances

The poem that really stuck out to me was "Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward" by Anne Sexton which was read by Amanda Fernandez. Her physical presence was really great. She got really into her poem and showed interest in the poem she was reading. The dramatization that she showed was awesome, she acted out the feelings of the poem and interpreted them into actions that fit the feelings of the "unknown girl in the maternity ward". Her overall performance was amazing and most definitely caught my attention right when i started listening to the poem that she read.

What i got out of the poem was that it was about a girl who was staying at the maternity ward. Her baby was six days old and the woman priced and cherished her baby with the love and care that she possessed. The doctors wanted to take the baby away from her because they feared she couldn't support her child in her condition and without the baby having a father to help take care of it. The woman was in an institution which ment that she probably had some sort of problem mentally. When the nurses come in to ask questions of her, they ask her who is the father and she said there is none. Her baby is then taken away from her and she must let her baby go.