Irish Landscape

Sonnet

Officer Luigi Niccolini saw la Bella Genera de’ Benci pale faced and curling hair
nursing a hungry girl in petty coats virtutem forma decorat
Sixteen and true blue she appeared full of grace and rebirth
Non interamente quel male (not all that bad) his memory thought
Where sacred perceptions lost and again reinvented in timeless forms
Perhaps, much like Lisa and Francesco in the Chapel of Tornabuoni
He watched her smile and gaze bring her breasts plates back to place
And with a wave of her hand passed his amour in the clear cold park air
That gave him the immense pleasure of knowing a 15th century aristocratic wife
The right of passage and the coming of age and the customary educational
Reform and core of cultural movements’ all seemed to portal her young innocent
And this caught his eye like nothing else he had ever known before that
Herald psychic visions in her sensitive lips that, yes, the next one would be a son
And after this was said and done he kiss her and move to finished his daily beat

Sonia

This is a bloom upon the Mountain — stated —Sonia writing it in her diary. I believe clearly in the secret of post modern times. Let me have the time to record these social and cultural stratum that reproduce daily distributions of good thinking and I am happy. For example yesterday I wrote; a flag flies and matures like flowered sentiments of the days observed and passed as experience. Today I write. Holiday egoism is without the witnessing company of friends telling each other everything — shows itself away —and forever lost—expanding– until there is rest. Tomorrow I plan to prose a quarreling turkey dance story to fit his provenance while they prepare him for the festive meal.

Learning

Not long ago I noticed in the course of reading Yancey and Weiser, Situating Portfolios that manipulation of work done and saved can generate an evaluation system for future revision. This assessment delivery tool preempts ambiguity and helps in the creation of a learning process. How do you use this control? For a good picture of a mental understanding of what portfolio control does, we should look at the chose of action occasioned in the original effort to control writing spaces and later assess from that prior ownership how to reinvent designs for a new creative learning property.

Susan Sontag, (social philosophy)

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood denotes the Jewish girl Susan Rosenblatt of a New York City. Nathan Sontag fell in love with Susan’s mother and married her a few years after her real father die when she was five. She and her sister Judith moved to the southwest were they went to school together. After High School Graduation in Los Angeles she entered the University of Chicago, where she undertook studies in philosophy, Romanian literature and graduated with a B.A. She did graduate work in philosophy, literature, and theology at Harvard, St Ann’s College, Oxford and the Sorbonne. She is one of the great writers of our time and her publications are excellent writing work. (READ)

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A contemporary criticism seems rather a difficult thing to do. The difficulty lies in reading the skillful designs; the multi-faceted backgrounds; the unfolding sets of strategies that suggest a great-increase of significant wit, if and only if, the story is reverently contemplated for the methodologies’; the discourses; and, the aesthetic formal usages that promote a good appreciation. Observers ask for reasons; for instance, does this fragment add value appropriate to the occasion? Are expressions used here on a level the average reader understands? Of criticism, questions are the arguments and they are interrogations. Analyzing a literary backyard requires comprehension comparisons of writers’ who had written things during the same time period. This maneuver balances and provides greater accuracy for those concerns that force a mentality for the appreciation of contemporary criticism. contemporary-criticism.

Technology

Back in the old high school teen days there was the daily stop at the corner candy store, where I read some books and magazines about flying machines and automobiles and conspired to account for the true spirit of love, passion, and romance of learning. I often talked with friends about the readings I liked best and asked them what their thoughts were before I went off to school. This collection of outside materials, I believe, was fun and I preferred them somehow to being strung along with the schools often bored assigned texts. Oh God, I’m afraid, I’ll cut, better not, parents and friends assume for some reason I want to come.Read

Isn’t He A Sexy Guy Conundrum

There is nothing that I personally prefer better in life than to exhibit a strong and disciplined individuality. This is something I wish to accomplish one day at a time with a good personality for everyone. I try to build up a peaceful identity practice with humble recitations of convincing rhetoric to describe that purpose and goal I believe I began this mode of behavior when I was looking at a subjection to peers in conversations simply from what I thought then was a lack of preparedness and organization. Selective research taught me otherwise how to articulate and observe well the signs necessary to express semiotic responses for those different participations. The reason this operation started to begin with was a ubiquitous term, isn’t he a sexy guy donated to me early in life from friends and family. I do not know why, I just did not think about serious matters as they arose. I happily mirrored the good looking guy ideal as a sort of immunity from participating in serious topics under discussion. This was not just a casual occurrence, mind you, but that handsome guy conundrum of confusion seemed to follow me like a pet puppy. I finally took it up with some close friends for answers. Some laugh…some laugh telling me it was just a feminist side with less thought and still others said it was a God given thing. Everybody suggested that I tone down the obvious snobbish style I radiated with a brighter colorful repartee of a prep school white shirt and tie gentry type guy. Perhaps, this advice gave me some sort of relief to that claim. I initiated knowledge from remembering troubled moments and produced durable reasons to make new assessments on how to act with those vain dodges of unsure intelligence. Comments like what are you guys talking about, lets talk about something else ceased and meaningful distributions of a patient wait your turn responder emerged.

The Blog

Blogging– a process—is the new social network extensional communication tool on the simulacrum block. This postmodern idea, I believe, started as a simple diary device and emerged into a writing organizational means for almost everything conceivable on the computer. People post all kinds of conscious awareness; freedoms of speech; civilities; aesthetics; modes of refinement on this discourse design.  Music, literature, lifestyle, painting and sculpture, theater and film all fuel a spatialization that allow us to engage in a global culture simulation while we develop our own local politics our the betterment of the computer-oriented blog ecology. The grist to the mill is this utility prevents a kind of noise or lack of knowledge for the electronic computer production, distribution, and consumption in our society and awards us new forms of intelligence.

Karen

I didn’t really notice if there was a drink or not; although, I do imagine there must have been one, what I saw there was this big chocolate chip cookie lying on the corner of the table. A woman sat deeply involved reading something with the expressions on her face of seeking the climax in some thriller or mystery story, and while she read, head slightly bowed down, her hand wrote suggestion notes on the papers under her scrutiny. This soft white statute like figure that silhouetted a particularly attractive woman throughout the café drew up an intuition attraction in my soul to sit down close beside her at the next table. You got it, in the garden café, where I often lazily frequent a cup of tea; the old black magic sources got the best of me. I happily had pleased myself in observing this young lady’s instinctual ruffle plume displaying the honored teacher rite of grading student papers. I sat in awkward beach elf poise with the kindly face of an old tree spirit who knew how to watch a princess pass in the medieval fairy tale kingdom parade style. I interpreted a minimized puritanical hypocrisy; a difference of being and in a curious subtle type on looker way, saw in her a professional who wrote unconfused manners of inspiration to the citizens of her heaven. How intense, I thought, these evaluations must be, milled from that black pen in her hand. Then as if she could have read my mind, like one of those papers being graded sent a quiet message sensation out toward me but instantly broke it off in second thoughts as she snap a piece of that big chocolate chip cookie. (READ)