Saturday, November 28, 2015

Orange and Black

     Homework for Poetry Writing during the Bedlam football game.

OK State’s orange and black –
on the field, it’s not hard to track;
cheering on the Cowboys
as the offense destroys
opponents’ defenses with the relentless attack.

Similar-colored schools out there can be a drawback –
say, Oregon State or  Illinois –
but the Pokes can take a lot of flak.
It’s OK State orange and black.

Sure, an Eskimo Joe’s knickknack
makes a great present, as do Garth Brooks soundtracks.
The underdog attitude we employ
heightens the rare victory joy.
The Pokes’ colors are all over the Pontiac; 

It’s OK State orange and black.

Crimson and Cream

     Homework for Poetry Writing while the Bedlam football game was playing.

Long live the crimson and cream;
our rows of trophies gleam
and when someone calls out “Boomer!”
It’s a given the reply is “Sooner!”
It’s what makes us Oklahoma’s team.

Did you see the latest Mike Gundy meme?
Maybe he’s getting run over by the Schooner,
or that could have been just a dream.
Long live the crimson and cream

Memorial Stadium will teem
with fans, all with crimson bloodstream
with the sky-light in lunar
while some country crooner
sings the Anthem, our land reigns supreme.

Long live the crimson and cream.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Just Another Thursday

     Thanksgiving was pretty quiet. So the pantoum for Poetry Writing homework describing it was pretty quiet, too. I kind of broke the format apart more than I should've, but the words wouldn't quite cooperate. And besides, it was just a draft. I can revise later if necessary.

As rain falls outside,
it’s just another holiday.
Ham bakes in the oven,
along with the pecan pie.

It’s just another holiday,
football plays on the TV,
along with the pecan pie
go sandwich leftovers.

Football plays on the TV -
the dogs are begging, but
sandwich leftovers go
well with board games.

The dogs are begging -
maybe next year will be something special.
For now, break out the board games.
It’s just another Thursday.

Maybe next year will be something special.
Ham bakes in the oven,
it’s just another Thursday

as rain falls outside.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

One of Shakespeare's Most Dramatic Scenes

     The last main essay for my Shakespeare course at Rogers State University.

          Act Four, Scene One is basically the scene in Much Ado About Nothing. First we have the horrifying behavior of Claudio in ruining the wedding by accusing Hero of being unfaithful, and then Leonato’s rage, and then the smoldering anger of Beatrice and Benedick’s swooping in to challenge Claudio to a duel, while he and Beatrice finally admit that they love each other. There are so many intense emotions felt throughout by the characters as the audience is taken on a roller coaster ride of despair and lividity while knowing this will somehow lead into the pleasant ending of a comedy, which typically is a wedding.
            But first, to recap what has happened which led up to this scene: Claudio and Hero fell in love; Benedick and Beatrice once were in a relationship before he left her, Don Pedro is trying to get them back together, and finally, Don John is enacting what revenge he can for losing a civil war to Don Pedro by trying to cause as much mayhem as possible, which included enlisting the help of several cunning assistants in making it look as if Hero were unfaithful in having sex with another guy on the eve of her wedding. Dogberry would have been able to foil this plot if was not handicapped by his own ineptitude and Leonato’s impatience.
            This wedding scene is handled well in Joss Whedon’s theatrical adaptation; particularly in Clark Gregg’s Leonato’s confusion on lines 6-7 of the play script, and Alexis Denisof’s Benedick’s attempt to get things back on track with lines 20-21. Claudio believes he’s doing the right thing, which does not make his actions and words any less horrendous in this scene, but it does sort of allow the audience to understand where he is coming from in calling Hero “a rotten orange” (31) and “an approved wanton” (43). As an example of body language, which cannot come through the bare skeleton of the script’s dialogue, in the film Don John(played by Sean Maher) casually snatches up a cupcake as he strolls away from the wedding, his task completed. This adds the perfect amount of “What a jerk!” felt by the audience.
Is there a more painful utterance in Shakespeare than Claudio’s speech from 99-103? “O Hero! What a Hero hadst thou been if half thy outward graces had been placed about thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart? But fare thee well; most foul, most fair! Farewell, thou pure impiety and impious purity!” Mignon Fogarty explains in a “Grammar Girl” blog post titled “Why Did People Stop Saying ‘Thou’?” that it was generally addressed to a social inferior; which adds to this passage’s heartbreak. Hero faints and is presumed dead, and the Friar proposes a long-winded, well-intentioned, but dubious solution which is generally agreed upon.
       Some time later, (line 255 in the same scene in the script, a separate scene in the film,) Benedick comes upon Beatrice weeping bitterly. They agree that Hero was wronged (259-260), and the enormity of this calamity forces them to admit freely what the audience has been wanting to hear for so long: “I do love nothing in the world so well as you.” “You have stayed me in a happy hour. I was about to protest that I loved you.” (267, 282-283) This touching scene is then flipped immediately on its head with Beatrice’s request that Benedick kill Claudio (288). Beatrice’s fury at Benedick’s reluctance to comply is portrayed brilliantly by Amy Acker; the tongue is the only war tool available to the woman of Elizabethan times, and Beatrice is a master fencer with it, lashing him with barbs such as “You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy,” (297-98) and more deeply wounding, “Or that I had any friend who would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valor into compliment,” (315-17) Benedick does not wish at all to do battle with his friend, of course; yet the honor of the family of his wife-to-be is at stake here, so the carefree acquaintances of military days must pass into the mists of time. After one more question to sum up the situation, he charges forward into action: “I will challenge him.” (329) Just before and just after that, he says some odd things worth pondering: “Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?” (326-27) and “As you hear of me, so think of me.” (331-32)
      It could still be the love endorphins talking, but a highly agitated woman would be liable to say anything was the opinion of her soul at the moment. This seems like a very quicksand-like foundation to go confront one’s best friend about in a matter of life and death, even if the woman asked is his new girlfriend. Also, almost everything in this play revolves around eavesdropping, overhearing conversations and misinterpreting that information. Benedick is casting his reputation to the wind and hoping that all will turn out aright; does he know that Don John has left by this point, so the chance of further mischief is slight? Or is he saying that with complete faith in her loyalty? Possibly this “growing up” of putting her and her family ahead of his army pals is what will allow Beatrice to keep her faith in his actions and abilities. It would depend greatly on how that scene was played, how we as audiences are supposed to interpret that. Finally, could Shakespeare have intended this to be a “breaking the fourth wall” moment, where both Beatrice and Benedick know that they are in a play, and that things will turn out happily by the curtain? In that case, it wouldn’t matter what other people said about him, because the outcome of the conflict would be assured. This is not a likely explanation, but it is interesting to think about, even though it is likely wild speculation.
      At this scene’s conclusion, roughly half the characters believe Hero is dead, Claudio could potentially be killed(but he lives, the conflict ends peaceably), and turns out that Fogberry had the answer to Don John’s participation the whole time. Both sets of couples are wedded, the audience breaths a sigh of relief, either shaking their heads in puzzlement of the play’s ending, which focusing on the imminent capture of Don John, or chuckling at the lighthearted ending of Whedon’s film, where Benedick urges Don Pedro to find a wife. In my opinion, the movie ends on a note more in keeping with the lighthearted elements of this play. 
Works Cited
Fogarty, Mignon. “Why Did People Stop Saying ‘Thou’?” Grammar Girl, Quick and Dirty Tips. 12 December 2014. Web. 23 November 2015.
Much Ado About Nothing. Dir. Joss Whedon. Perf. Amy Acker, Alexis Denisof, Reed Diamond, Clark Gregg, Fran Kranz, Sean Maher, Jillian Morgese. Lionsgate and Roadside Attractions. 2012. Netflix. Web. 15 September 2015.

Shakespeare, William. Much Ado About Nothing. 1599? William Shakespeare: The Complete Works. Ed. Stephen Orgel and A.R. Braunmuller. P.p. 371-400. New York: Penguin Books, 2002. Print. 

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Highway of Memories, Heading for Westville

     This was the fifth poem for workshopping in Dr. Mackie's Poetry Writing class at Rogers State; we could do it on any subject and use any form. So I kind of invented one, and went with a personal story, which I'd pretty much tried to avoid all semester. This is very small Wesley visiting Mimi's trailer in Westville at the farm, and then I got all Edgar Guest-like and tacked on an explicit moral at the end. Classmates thought it was my best workshopped poem.

Wishbone could be narrating the scene;
at least, in the mind of the small boy
he could. They were exploring through the stream
pretending to be Lewis and Clark,
Brad and Rosalind; hoping to blaze a trail

to the Pacific in their jackets of blue jean.
It’s what happens when Amelia Bedelia and Corduroy
live at your grandma’s trailer; invented sports teams
shoot baskets at the hoop ‘til long after dark;
a place where imagination takes full sail,

a rodeo chute out of the washing machine
as Brad(on his bucking bronco stickhorse) played cowboy;
where bowls of late-night strawberry ice cream
could be devoured alongside tales from places like Denmark –
this was well before she grew so frail.

The farm’s run-down now, no more the clean
and orderly neighborhood of cats, horses and Happy Meal toys.
Nope; it still exists, in grammatical dream.
…Once in a while you run into Arthur the aardvark
Or those pictures of cats perched atop a hay bale.

Okay, so there might be baked beans
at supper, forcing you to employ
a distractification scheme
to hear anew about that Melville shark;
but listen to relatives’ stories for a spell.

Memories are here for a moment, before the ghosts possess
the places once lived in by those we loved the best.
By all this verse a message I hope to imply:

Don’t let the stories die.  

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

ABC's of College

     For a Poetry Writing assignment; I was bored and I've been reading a history of Sesame Street. So here's the ABC's of College. Hope y'all enjoy.

     A is for Academic Jargon, which can be difficult to understand. And Assignments, and also All-Nighters, where you attempt to understand that Academic Jargon. “A” is also used in Avoiding Other People, or Acting.
     B is for Broke, which all students are. And also for BuzzFeed, huge time-waster/refuge from pressing work to do.
     C stands for COFFEE!!!!!!!! (Everyone knows that.) Because of the Chaos of Classes. And Cussing. (Which helps in dealing with Classmates.)
     D means Deadlines, AKA “Get something turned in or else.”
     E is for Education. Duh. And Essays. And Escape, which is what a lot of Essays are about. Not to mention Exhaustion or Energy Drinks.
     F means Financial Aid. It also might mean Football at a lot of schools, or Friends.
    G is for Graduation….eventually.
    H is for Homework, for obvious reasons. Hope, too; which can be in very small supply. Homecoming is usually celebrated by many folks.
    I is for the Internet, for equally obvious reasons.
    J is for Jail, which is what school can feel like sometimes. And it could also be Journalism, which isn’t taught much anymore.
   K stands for Knowledge, the main goal behind education; in theory.
   L is for Loans. (These are evil. Avoid them at all costs.) And Laundry. This is just a pain, but kind of necessary to daily life. Libraries are useful, though.
   M is for Money. Pretty much what everything revolves around. And MLA, which is how most Essays ought to be written. Microwaves are pretty useful, too.  
   N is for Netflix, to procrastinate appropriately.
   O is for Oreos. Because of…
   P, which is simple: PANIC. And Pancakes, Prayer, Poetry, Pixar, Pandora and Pizza.  
   Q means Questions; namely “What am I doing here?” and “How is this concept relevant to real life?”
   R is for Roommates, which might lead to our next letter…
   S is for STRESS. So much Stress. And Sickness, Spotify and Superheroes. (Time is measured in Semesters.)
   T means Tears. Because of Tiredness, among a lot of other things. So you watch TV to cope with Deadlines.
   U stands for University.
   V is for Volleyball; the best way to relax for an hour or so from distressing Homework. It can occasionally be a good way to meet people.
   W is for Weekends, where you either avoid studying or catch up on all the stuff you’re behind in.
   X is for eXistential Crisis, which (it’s debatable) might be a requirement for being an English major, or being a college student at all.
   Y is for Yawning. There is a lot of that after being forced to do an All-Nighter. College also takes YEARS.
    Z is for Zonked. It’s hard to find words beginning with “Z”, though Ziplock Bags are highly important, to keep Leftovers in.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Advice From Sparky

     This Poetry Writing homework was written on the close of an awful day, and I was missing my dog Sunny. So I read Wilson Rawls' Where the Red Fern Grows, and that helped. This poem was written to a master from his loyal now-dead scruffy beagle Sparky. The name came from recently reading a biography of Charles Schulz, and the brightish tone in the last stanza was probably influenced by studying a lot of Edgar Guest.

Yeah, I’m not here any longer,
but you just found this letter
and I never chewed up much
poetry as a pup, so I reckon
I can try it now.

If I did my job right, you’re stronger
now than you were then, better
able to handle stress and such.
Sure, you still freak out for a second
when things leave you going “…Wow,”

but doesn’t everyone? Don’t squander
these moments you live, be a go-getter
and make sure to give a “Hang in there” touch
to those pals in need. A new chapter of life beckons.
Chase it, like I do my tail. I am a dog, anyhow.