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What Annoys Me….

-Daniel Rose

WHAT ANNOYS ME….

                Is kind of a topic which contains, sad to say, many things I can elaborate on; however, I will keep this response to art as specific as possible. To start, these opprobrious viewers and their uninterested, retarded feedbacks just give me a cringe in my stomach which I cannot relinquish because unlike a regular stomach ache, there is no cure. The majority of people within our society nowadays don’t appreciate art for what it truly is, and when they do comment it’s as if they portray it as a joke. Art is supposed to be a cause of unreleased emotions or ideas; it was never meant to be ridiculed. I mean if you like it then you like, but if you don’t you don’t. Why is the matter always come down to the fact that the artist was stupid for making a certain creation? A lot of great creations are not the most inventive or eye-catching things known to man; I mean Marcel Duchamp signed a urinal and called it art but that doesn’t make him retarded.

WHAT ANNOYS ME….

                Another itching pet-peeve of mine is directed toward the fact everyone has this keen belief that anyone can create a good piece of literature. The reason most classic literatures are so famous is because they were someone’s original ideas, but nowadays every new book I see is usually some kind of supernatural creature falling in love. It irritates me so much to see an idea taken and used to the point of annoyance. I long for a good modern piece of literature to be of a different genre than romance. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it, I am simply stating that I’m getting tired of it and I want something new. I am simply stating that I am annoyed.

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To One UnknownBY HELEN D…

To One Unknown
BY HELEN DUDLEY
I have seen the proudest stars
That wander on through space,
Even the sun and moon,
But not your face.

I have heard the violin,
The winds and waves rejoice
in endless minstrelsy,
Yet not your voice.

I have touched the trillium,
Pale flower of the land,
Coral, anemone,
And not your hand.

I have kissed the shining feet
Of Twilight lover-wise,
Opened the gates of Dawn—
Oh not your eyes!

I have dreamed unwonted things,
Visions that witches brew,
Spoken with images,
Never with you.

This poem has a certain extreme rise and steep drop portrayed in each stanza. It almost illustrates a scavenger hunt which the hunter has risen to its highest point of success then realizes, “oh it’s just a tree”. I say this because in each stanza Helen names these beautiful objects such as stars and the sound of violins, but then completely turns the feeling around when she says something like “but never you”. You can obviously tell that the person she was looking for was completely hidden from her. Jus reading this kind of makes you want to ponder on the question, “Who is she looking for?”

 

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by | July 12, 2012 · 3:01 am

I Am!By John ClareI am…

I Am!

By John Clare
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.


John Clare obviously felt, or saw, some kind of rejection when he wrote this poem. It is quite interesting, the way he portrays loneliness and loathing of others toward a certain individual because he is so vivid to the extent that it is quite hard to think that he didn’t go through rejection. In his second stanza third line he says, “Where there is neither sense of life or joys, but the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems…,” it seems he attained a certain goal or dream and the people around didn’t quite support his decisions. But overall excellent poem with  and very simple flow of rhythm. I also used this particular visual because the music creates an atmosphere of sadness and depression the pictures do as well, and i believe that this best portrays the cause, or meaning, of the poem.

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by | July 4, 2012 · 1:34 am

White Space

This video is interesting, yet quite disturbing. However, the disturbing atmosphere of the video is the cause of my interest. It is difficult to determine the meaning of the man rising from the white substance, but it is quite amazing how he was portrayed to be in some kind of dreamy/ psychological state. I still cannot grasp the meaning of the nearly infinite loop of the face coming out of the white substance, but how I interpret it is that in life there is a blank, plain medium that is constantly holding him back. And the transition to the end shows where when he comes out, or overcomes, of what is holding him back, and he finally brings his life its true color.

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