Aaron has a frog for the profile picture

I remember my first blog post for my lit and perf is a photo of frog. I did not quite master the blogger yet, can't say I do now. So the title of that blog somehow became my blogger name. Posting blog gives many goods, I always find some nostalgias every time I open the edit page. Maybe it reminds me of my space, maybe it reminds me of my short-living vibe in English II class, or maybe it reminds me of horrifying moments when the server broke down and relieving moments when I clicked save. Now that I open my blog from last year, or the other account I had three years ago, I realized how lucky I had all these snapshots of my thoughts stored up. Looking back, I am amazed how I have turned to this me now. Better or worse, I don't know. What I know is: for the better I know I can evolve, and for the worse I can still adjust. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Ms. Guarino chose Blogger as a tool for the class. Thoughts are put up and shared for everyone because sharable interp...

Contemporary Poets No specific rhyme scheme No meter structure (Free Verse) Narrative, Tells a story Autographical: own life Family/People --- Connection World not always a positive place Nature --- peace Historical period: 1. 911 2. Islamic Palestinian conflict Father: Palestinian Mother: American Grandmother still lives in Palestine BLOOD: "A true Arab..." 1. Catch a fly: Not kill it 2. Watermelon: Faith, believe in healing 3. Give back names she borrowed: give back, exists with nature 4. What does a true Arab do now: lost To fight against stereotype What flag can we wave: lost between activities

3. “Poets often withhold certitude, which can at the same time empower readers to think creatively.” Consider the works of at least two poets you have studied in which ambiguity has enabled readers to reach their own conclusions about meaning and implications. 591 I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air - Between the Heaves of Storm - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry - And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room - I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly - With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see - 340 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, ...