i have just completed my sonnet for english

 

Wedding Day

 

Blesseth art thou, my Queen of Ebony

Oh, how enthralled I still remain

Of how you captured me in your loving grasp, instantly

And yet, you remain more breathtaking than the most elegant crane

For you are as majestic as a black swan

Although dark as midnight, purity is still represented by your gown

For now it is past dawn

So wearing the dress, in the isle, you pace down

Reflections of love shining from our mystic eyes

And I know

You are looking upon your finger where a jewel lies

For oblivion has swept upon you like a crow

 

So, as of today, let us be enchained as one

Until time expires and is forever done

 

By: Kristal St. Jean

Date: April 7, 2008.

 

 

 

(Incase you missed some details, it is from a man's point of view, looking upon his wife on his wedding day, wearing a black dress that even though is the opposite of white, still represents purity and beauty)

 

-:)Kristal:)

 

(P.S. sorry about the messed up colour of the text:|)

Last week, I mentioned a discrepancy in how a novel writer and a film writer pen their masterpieces.  This week, I'd like to discuss something they can both agree on.

For the most part, you should constantly change the texture of your prose.

Not drastically, mind you.  The general style should stay the same throughout a book, unless you're doing something incredibly clever with the point-of-view.  What I mean is, make sure every single sentence doesn't feel the same.  Example:

He woke up with a start.  His stomach was empty, his bladder full.  He stood from the bed.  He moved gently down the hall.  He lifted the toilet seat.  His stomach grumbled and he watched a yellow stream spit into the bowl.  He winced as the flushing sound filled the room.  He returned to his bed and went back to sleep.

You want to make sure there's a poetic non-pattern to your writing.  Change it up a bit.  Keep the reader guessing, not just about the plot, but about the structure of the sentences.  Example:

His eyes snapped open suddenly.  Lying on his back, he stared up, seeing nothing, seeing just blackness be on, where a ceiling should be.  What had woken him?  A sound?  An unwanted presence?  The realization hit him a moment later: he needed to pee.  Standing quietly, he pushed his feet into soft slippers and shuffled half-asleep down the hall, brushing his hand against the wall.  When he finally came to the doorway, he stepped in, flicking the switch and wincing at the shriek of light.  He shuffled toward the bowl and filled it with a yellow liquid.  Then he flushed, reabsorbed the room in solid black, and returned to his bed, where he fell happily on to the sheets and closed his eyes, replacing one darkness with another, feeling his conscious slowly drift away.     

Cormac McCarthy, Pulitzer-Prize winning author of The Road, would take that a step further.  I've never spoken with him, obviously, but from reading his works, I'd say he would suggest writing some long sentences broken up by some very short ones.  Somtimes sentences that aren't even full sentences, like the one you just read.  He'll write things like, "The man walked up to the horse and placed a hand on its head and stroked it softly and moved to its side and jumped up and jumped on and tightened his feet around its body and kicked softly and started forward down the path."  Then he'll follow that up with something like, "Hot sun on his face."  He certainly writes much better than I do, but the point is this: a constant flux in sentence length and structure will create a truly poetic flow for your writing, and will both delight and surprise the reader in every paragraph.

 
 

it was due today. i didn't do it. mainly i just didn't feel like it. plus i just started reading the book this wednesday so i havn't even finished it yet. she actually emailed my mom about it twice. she even asked my dad why i didn't do it and to ask me why. i told him it didn't fit into my schedule. he didn't buy it. so then i just said that i just didn't do it. that works. i'm not gunna lie about it. i didn't do it. i don't care. it was a stupid book anyways and i wasn't about to write a literary fucking critique on it. like that'll help us anyways? when else in our life will we ever need to write a literary critique? how about never. writing a literary critique won't help me get into college. it won't help me get a job. it won't help me get laid. nothing. it will never help me. never. and it's not like i even need to do these dumbass essay assignments we're doing anyways. my Odyssey essay was fine. i actually did a shitload better than i thought i would do. i got a B+. i think that's pretty good for a piece of shit essay that i thought up of off the top of my head. and plus i don't need to learn how to write an essay. i already know how. i'm not stupid. we do this stuff in kindergarden. introduction. middle/body. conclusion. it's not that difficult and we're in 9th freaking grade. we shouldn't be going over this stuff again. we already know. it was just a few people whose essays sucked ass. that's not all our faults. we shouldn't have to do all these piece of shit assignments just because maybe 5 people can't write a decent essay on the freaking Odyssey. 

 

 

 

dammit. i'm so pissed. we're doing like, 3 more after this too.

Well, I found out that my English class doesnt count as a credit.....so either the registar can change that or I have to withdraw from the class....i am rooting for the withdraw b/c I hate that class.....

 

Well, I have to go to my Intro to American Indain studies class and freak out some more about the project due on Monday taht I have not started b/c my group is being werid....

 

P.S. Someone please save me!

 

I am going to my class now.....please wish me luck!

I wanted to leave my english class so bad....I was so bored and the class seemed to go on forever....

 

Anyway, I just found out I have to do a whole project by Thursday.....Great, just what I needed, more stress about school.....

So now I have to figure out how I want to do my project.....what am I going to do????

 

well, I have to get to class here soon