This is Ivan P and this is my portfolio
This portfolio has gotall my works I have posted along this term (1st Term 2012) in 'Reading and Composition II' subject that was taken from April 2012 and ended to July 2012.
In that E-Portfolio, you can find my works and learn from them, I mean, There are works like Haikus, essays, etc. and it will teach you how to do a new of these works.
There are also poems and an acrostic that you will guide to do one and get surprised of them
So, WELCOME TO MY E-PORTFOLIO
This E-portfolio is about containing most of works and homeworks which are made along the term in the programm called "Reading and Composition II", where many things and redactions were got and practice. All the lectors will learn how to make kinds of texts through this E-portfolio if you want or if you need to learn.
I'm freezing and jerk at all
I wonder why all chilean people like to be given things easily
I hear noises neighbors make by repairing the house
I see myself as a stupind in the mirror
I want to imagine the world without my body there
I'm freezing and jerk at all
I pretend to rule over all the ground
I feel all clouds and my head
I touch the sun and burn
I worry how stupid we, all the world, are
I cry for nothing because...
I'm freezing and jerk at all
I understand all frustration to be different as everybody else
I say we are so different, even our blood types
I dream of being the boss of all the companies in the world
I try to be higher than me of before
I hope all people who tried hard to live be rewarded huge
I'm freezing and jerk at all
The reflection is that I really like this poem because not all in the life has to be rhymed (Good and bad things). On the other side, The I am poem is only about the person who writes.
Hello Folks
I have some reflections of two of the following books I have read along the term:
Reflection about "The Godfather":
(1st Scene)
The story started when All the invited people were meeting and talking with Corleone family in a wedding party. Michael Corleone inherited from his father the gift of being in charge of a mafia in New York and brutally obtained the greatest power for ruling the criminal group. He always showed the interest of getting his legitimacy and his family’s; however, the dark world had got too many surprising presents in a box, including more new enemies, destined for Corleone, specially enemies who were considered as “Gathering Allies” by the same Corleone. In a parallel story, Don Vito Corleone, his father, got away from Sicily island to rise up in the city of skyscrapers and start working and making his empire in the centre of the “Little Italy”.
(2nd Scene and on)
The story starts with "Don Vito Corleone, the headmister of a crew that used to make 'Maffia' among New York City, meanwhile he celebrated his daughter's wedding party. His loved called Michael, who took part in the World War II as a condecored marine, never wished to take part in his father's business. Thought Michael's life, the intention of the business started to be clearer. Don vito lived his "conserved life", but as time is changing, most of the crew stopped looking forward to following Corleone's rules and keep the "family" safe. A brand-new enemy of Corleone's family, Sollozzo Family, showed up to start the drug sale in New York and needed Corleone Family to involve in their business to finance the plans. The shock between the old worths from Corleone and Sollozzo will ask for a terrible price. And then, Corleone Family started to meet Tataglia Family, another family that will make Corleone's most of crew died.
Reflection about "The Paper and The Fish":
The sroty starts when a girl , called Dashinji, was learning origami while she suddenly started to make a paper fish. When she had finished making the paper fish, she went home to become thoughtful. Then paper fish became living, the girl got surprised and the paper fish said he wished to be in its habitat where he belonged because he failed to feel comfortable in the air, namely, in a house or inside the ground. One day, Dashinji came up with making a paper sea ground and its paper elements like rocks, seaplants to make him feel like if he was among the real sea, but the living paper fish beginningly started to get more glad of all the paper ground Dashinji had made, but not at all, he wanted to swim very deep among the real sea. When he insisted on and on, Dashinji had no more choice than throwing it into the sea and making his dream come true by saying it with a shout "¿Is that what you ever want to do?". Dashanji was always an oppositor of the swimming deep the sea of the paper fish because she was very afraid of learning the the paper fish to be caught and eaten on the port. A time later. Dashanji met the ex- paper fish (turned into a really fish) and asked her not to forgive it.
Hello Folks
I'm going to show you how to compose text (or draft) or a paragraph by a correct way: Before starting, we have to pass by 3 process to have the good redaction for a text (or draft) or paragraph:
- Prewriting: It's the first process to start to write a draft. This process consists on setting ahead a little bit of information about the draft to be written. It can be through a little summary, introduction or tags, yes, tags, as the next example will show it.
- Writing or Drafting: It's the second and the middle process to write a draft. It's where you have to write the draft in that process without worring about correcting ortographical and redaccion mistakes.
- Final Drafting or Final Writing: It's the third and the last process to write, I mean, to finish the draaft. In that process, you do need to fix every mistakes that the Writing or Drafting (The second process) indicates you to.
Here is an example:
Prewriting
Joseph - Lizzie - Marital Situation - Changing Life - Love - Final Consequences
Writing
Joseph was a bank assistant who wanted to get marry because he was fed up with keeping as a single man. One day, he got a date with a secretary of his friend. They were in love with each other, on and on, until marrying. The years had gone by, Joseph discovered his wife had become a lazy and bossy woman that made him change his atitude and go down-on-earth.
Final Writing
Once upon a time, there was an English single man who has ever looked forward to marrying any day. His name is Joseph. He lives by himself in his flat in Vienna downtown. Joseph has always characterized as a chauvinist, homophobic and selfish man that always hated to do things housekeepers usually do. He has worked as a bank assistant in the “Österreiche Bank” for over 10 years old. Joseph is always cooling dressed (like men, at this age, dress up). His mood is characterized as easy-going and kind of idiot-headed.
One day, when he was washing dishes, he came up with calling his friend’s secretary, who was single too and searching for a “new husband”.
So Joseph came up with calling her in the living room and proposed her a date in some place. The day had come when both of them met there and talked a lot and it went on and on. Her name is Lizzie.
One day, as Lizzie’s house were under leasing, and suddenly destroyed and burnt by vandal children during protests about opposition of Euro-currency crisis. She started to reside in Joseph’s flat. At the night, Joseph prepared the dinner and had a surprise for Lizzie. While having dinner, Joseph showed a ring to her which he wanted her to bear. She got excited and said: Yes, I do marry to you.
They got married in a church in Riga, the same city where they have a honeymoon. They looked excited for this day, and were very happy.
Several years later, he noticed that his wife had changed; he had got very bossy and very lazy.
That’s why Joseph started to do things he always hated like wash dishes, wash clothes and clean the entire house. And the final was a little bit happy ever after.
That is the reflection what I learn about
Bye, I hope it useful for you folks
Hello folks
This is the second of my two thoughtful poems:
In the city
Walking along these city streets
Seeing people busy
Pacing
Each with their own itinerary
Cracked city sidewalk
Aged city structure
Smoggy city air
Going here, getting there
Never seems to be a minute to spare
As cars stream along
Arteries of streets, the blood flow of the city
The machine is breaking down
Gradually
The cracks and leaks slowly showing
Urban decay
Coupled upon
Moral collapse
The path, which I tread
Is laden with traps
Waiting to destroy me
The city is dirty
A crowded cacophony
A droning noise
Always there and never gone away
The city is our cage
We the animals
Are under its oppression.
x Angst x
Jeremy Patnou
Hello FolksI will show you the first of my two thoughtful poems:
Murder has worn a bangle
Murder has worn a brace
Murder has worn a collar and tie
And a smile upon its face
Murder has blossomed in petticoats
Murder has come out in lace
Murder has togged up in rags and filth
From the midden to the market place
Murder has cavorted with idiots
Murder has flourished among fools
Murder has cultivated genius
Murder makes and breaks all the rules
Murder has blasted from a cannon
Murder has fired from a gun
Murder has been delivered with rapier and sword
With a nod or a wink or a pun
Murder has come wrapped in parcels
Murder has arrived in the post
Murder has been swallowed with cheese and wine
Murder has been served on toast
Murder has been committed by proxy
Murder has been agreed on by vote
Murder has been sent with roses
Ribbons kisses and a note
Murder has been done in a fit of rage
On the main street in broad daylight
Murder has been done with an icy calm
In the middle of the night
Murder has been done for money
Murder has been done for a fix
Murder has been done for good reason
Murder has been done for kicks
Murder feels safe in large numbers
Murder feels good on a hill
Murder likes a uniform and big heavy boots
A patriot's license to kill
Murder has worn a dog-collar
Murder has carried a book
Murder has worn solemn words and phrases
A sanctimonious look
Murder is fond of information
And has a tape-recorder handy to tell
Murder likes statements made in confinement
Murder wants a signature as well
Murder has clubbed with a feather
Murder can stab with a pen
Murder comes to all from curved keyboards
Caressed by good family men
Murder has often been whitewashed
Murder has been painted black
Murder hired this morning
Has already been given the sack
John Garth Raubenheimer
Fuente:
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-7/
Reflection:
If you achieve to realise, Poems arr always composed by literatures figures, like this, it's made by asonance, where each first line starts with the same phonema. Murder - Muder- etc.
