Thursday, April 26, 2012
Free Writing ————HIstorical Literature
I like to read historical novel because they help me learn more about history and the background behind the period during which the novels are set. Foe example, reading Golding's Lord of the Flies gave me some insight into the Cold War and the thinking behind the novel. Historical novels are written during a certain time period and writers have a certain mind set. Golding's book was written after the Second World War when the threat of a Third World War was real. Therefore the setting helps me understand what was happening during the time the book was written. Therefore, in addition to learning about Golding's theme of the inherent evil of man, I also learnt about the threat that the Cold War posed to people. I also read Pearl Buck's The Good Earth which is set in China after the turn of the last century. The book helped me learn about the poverty and desperation during that period of Chinese history. I can relate the poverty in China to the rush of Chinese people to immigrate to Western countries to escape poverty; some came to Canada to build the railroad. Reading about my own culture also enables me to understand the Chinese thirst for land and the desperation to accumulate wealth so that one's future is secure. Moreover, I also learnt about the powerlessness of Chinese women who lived a hundred years ago. The protagonist O Lan helped her husband to become wealthy but she remained powerless in her own house. Reading historical novels not only help me learn more about history, I also learn about the mind set of people who lived during the time the novels are set and how the society of that time operated.
Friday, March 2, 2012
self-published project
This is about fashion and materialism.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evJRa0MXlKc
--------- made by Joanna Xiang & Queenie Ding
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evJRa0MXlKc
--------- made by Joanna Xiang & Queenie Ding
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
A LETTER OF LOVE
My dear love Dr. Paul Gauguin,
For your patience I give thanks.
My appreciation could not be feigned,
My last painting of you, I crank.
Of my disease I have suffered long ,
A century long but it seems.
The loss of health seem so wrong,
A scream of pain I silently scream.
At this moment, I am conscious, rare.
It brings my last gifts to you I bear.
I know this is a troublesome disease,
Everyone thinks me an imbecile.
Only you say that I will be fine and I cease,
But I know that I am not facile.
Plagued with problems of your unfaithful wife,
I’ve never seen you truly happy, so like me.
I love to paint, so like you, it is my life.
In life I search but I find myself at sea.
Only after time spent with you do I find,
An understanding of our same sex love.
I love you deep, with you we are entwined,
Our hearts as clear and clean as doves.
But I deeply apologize and regret,
With you no more can I spend my life,
Forever I will be in your debt,
Through every fiber of my being.
I feel pain, and I know, so do you.
Though I know you are my love, my medico,
I cannot withhold this feeling of rue.
I love you, my darling, be bold.
I made the best choice for us.
I know you will be sad,
But don’t panic for it is thus,
The sadness will last forever.
-------------------- By Vincent Van Gough
Message: Love comes from sadness.
Message: Love comes from sadness.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
A VOTE OF LOVE FOR VALENTINE'S
Love finds its way,
Love between parents and child,
Is one that is modest and mild.
It is natural and full of glee,
Everlasting as the sun and sea.
Love between sisters and brothers,
In sibling rivalry may smother.
Love may not always runs as smooth,
Everlasting as balm may sooth.
Love between woman and man,
Is one that we all plan.
It is capricious and sporadic,Everlasting as a change in Caddick.
On the day of Valentine,
Long for a love that is fine,High and low we search,
The place that true love lurches.
In love, we trust and desire,
A tight rope to bring us higher.A toast to love we raise,
In love we find our place.
The arrow of Cupid pierce,
The desire so strong and fierce.
A love that we may find,
One that to both does bind.
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