David Morse: mr turner

I believe that David Morse really captured Mr. Turner's character. the fact that he was too nice made me skeptical. Also, Morse was what seemed a quiet person, that really didn't seem mean, but his phrases and demeanor made it plausible. i believe that David really did his homework for this movie. (unless he was already crazy) I think that he read the script a few times just to capture his essence. Morses facial expressions and body structure creates this intemidating person which is perfect for this movie.

sojourner truth

This story shows the actual realness (authenticity) of a slave. It also describes the little of education that Sojourner has. the titles alone "ain't i a woman" and "aren't i woman" illustrates how her actual words weren't important, if it was, no one would change it. to me i believe that a white person changed the words, so that "they" can understand. i believe that sojourners character seems more intelligent in the book rather than the bio. i believe that's true because, the author wanted to hide just how uneducated the slave was at that time. this bio relates to the character's ethos because it explains how that even though she was brave she still had to be shy, just because she was black. however it doesn't appeal to all audiences, maybe that's why there's two versons.

life of a slave girl& Frederick douglass

These two writers have very different points of view. however, i believe its due to the pathos, and audience. In life of Frederick Douglass an American slave, Frederick Douglass is a feed slave, that has the opportunity to speak at the convention. consider the era which was 1845 and how significant his speeches are. His writing has a great credibility-who better to tell a story about you, than you. Not only that, but the anti-slavery office published his narritive. I believe that Douglass has a very small audience. however i believe that there were some whites that were still racist. some might not care what a "nigger" has to say, or some might wonder why is this man so important for him to present speeches, let along be set free! the Slaves would be a very large audience, if educated.
As for the incidents in the life of a slave girl, she really doesn't have an audience. Its not that she doesn't want one, but she can't have one. Douglass was on the out side screaming in, but Harriet is on the inside looking around. i say that because, since Douglass understands just how it feels to be a slave, he tries really hard to make a difference so that the people on the inside can hear about him. However since Harriet was and is still a slave, she can't talk about nothing but her life as a slave. I believe that her audience is a diary of some sort, because slaves weren't allowed to read or write.
Jacob's establishes pathos because, she actually is a slave. Everything that she's going through she's telling about it. What else can she write she hasn't seen what the outside looks like. all she can do is dream, but as a slave you really don't have enough time to dream. Douglass establishes his creditablity by also being the first of the very few men to be set free, or do anything as an actuall African American.

Self-Reliance

sheliah myles

period 2

10/16/08

self-reliance

Ralph Emerson is a man with great logic. his use of historical people to support his beliefthat what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men. his reference to men likeMoses, Plato, Milton that makes him creditable for logos. because, by using these men, he lets the readers know that this author actually knows what he's talking about. Emerson pushes the limited mind just another step forward. phrases like " Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense." makes you think, what does he mean by this statement. then Emerson makes you re-read what you just read, and then you realize that it was just another metaphor for the statement prior. Honestly i don't agree with his point of view, however his diction and syntax is very persuasive. In one of his paragraphs it states that "every heart vibrates to that iron string" and "great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men..." however i still disagree with his belief. what might make you happy might not make me happy, so how can it influence all men. the human mind, body , and soul is uniquely designed to like what ever it likes, no one else's opinions should justify what makes me happy. Even though the mind is created pure form birth, life changes a person so yes, they should rely of themselves, but i don't believe that they should rely on others. to respond to his statements about God, God created us exactly how he wanted us, so how can any one else make us happy?

I believe that The slave's dream is about a slave who was sleeping and he dreams about his life proir of being captured. During this dream, the the life of the slave was free, running from becomming slave. As he slept, the slave deamed about his life in the past as a notorious king, with his children and loving wife. longfellow's audience is what i believe to his wife children, and the other slaves who never had a chance of being free. telling them of the happy thoughts this man had in the course of his peaceful death. The tone of the poem seems as if its sympathetic due to the fact that it seemed as though the author was the character. the relationship seems as if they are one, and that the authors emotion seem to conect to well dur to the word choice.
The author also uses tons of figurative language. the authours imagery is paints a mental picture for us readers to follow. Henry uses a lot of these types of imagery when he described the slave's flight to this haven. "At night he heard the lion roar, and the hyena scream, and it passed like a glorious roll of drums". then he used metaphors like "…his lifeless body lay a worn-out fetter…". Personification in "…death illumined the land of sleep. The forests, with their myriad tongues shouted of liberty…". then finnally longfellow closes this poem with symbolism. Longfellow uses a worn out fetter to represent the unity of life, it also symbolized a whole life effection that slavery had on his life.

In this poem, the author appeals to the emotions of the reader. The author uses denotative language like kissed, held, tear, burst so that the reader can relate to the intamacy of the poem. . The author makes us touch his words with his use of literal imagery. In doing so he creates the tone, and his words appeal to our sences so that we understand every part of the peom. The theme of the poem is that one always has a hevan waiting for them. This was a reoccurring theme throughout the poem. At the begging the author starts the poem with the character asleep, dreaming about his family and feeling happy; letting go of all inhibitions. At this moment the slave was free. Free of slavery, free of pain and free from loneliness. While the character was asleep he was pulled in a flight to a permanent haven, a flight drifting away finding permanent freedom. so his dream came true

LOVE

LOVE!!!!!!
A WORD THAT STAINS SHIRTS
LEAVE YA CRYIN OUT NIAGRRA'S
CAUSE ITS DRYER THAN A DESSERT
LOVE....
IS IT REALLY TRU
CUZ IM NOT SURE ENOUGH TO TELL
IF I LOVE YOU
LOVE????
THIS CANT B REAL
NO ONE SHOULD ENDURE
THIS PAIN THAT I FELL

LOVE

AND IT HURTS N SIDE
B-CUZ THIS IS NOT LOVE
THIS IS ALL A LIE
THIS IS NOT PAIN
THIS IS A LESSON LEARNED
THAT LOVE IS NOT LOVE...

IF ITS NOT BEING RETURNED...

AND CHILLS ARE NOT CHILLS
IF U HAVE NO SPINE
CUZ ITS HARD TO STAND UP
WHEN BULL-SITS BY YOUR SIDE

AND ITS HARD TO LOOK UP
WHEN YOU KNOW ITS A CELING
AND SO U PUT UR HEAD DOWN FOR NO REASON

B-CUZ LUST.. HAS BEEN ACCUSED OF BEING LOVE... AGAIN
SO I SIT IN SOLITUDE
IN THE BROKEN HEARTS PEN.
HANDCUFFED TO MY STUPIDITY
CHAINED TO THE PAIN
THAT MADE ME LOSE LOVE'S VIRGINITY

NOT INNOCENT

NOTHING ELSE LEFT
SO
WHAT'S LEFT IN ME?
LOVE... NO IT CANT BE...

1) Lincoln some how failed to mention the people that created the nation. for instance, scholars ,leaders for the military, and presidents. He should have given them more acknowledgement. he also didn't mention what the civil war was actually fighting for, to free slaves.

2) The sentence was put into the Gettysburg Address to explain to us how we must not forget those who created this country. He also helps us recognized that slaves have some thing to do with it, and how can the Declaration of indecence say all men are created equal, when some are not free.We are a free country but Lincoln questions how we can be a free country when we have slaves. Lincoln's last sentence gives America a wake up call.

3) In the Declaration of Independence they talk about how all men are free. In the Gettysburg Address Lincoln is explaining how the declaration is not living to what it says to 100 percent. He needed to remind the people of America why the Declaration of Independence was created. if all men are created equal then why are there human beings not even considered equivalent to an average white man?


4) Even though this was written on a train on the back of a envelope, i believe that Lincoln could of been more specific. but i understand why he didn't, he did it because there were still some other people (besides slaves) that were not being treated equally.

chains made change

Born with no knowledge of what my future holds, I live my life with much happiness. Even with mom subtracted out of my life equation, I still find ways to smile. My farther was my equator, he surrounded me no matter how much I turned. Sometimes his light could illuminate an abyss. He was the addition to my subtraction, while some lived life as a trig problem. I wanted things to be simple. A Muslim man with strict values, and everyone respected him. He drenched me with gifts, as I was crowned his little princess. He would draw me Jesus him self if I asked him to. Read me my first book; still can’t pronounce Phillip. The king of the castle. The Alfa and Omega. The God of this little angel. He might not of been to you, but he was to me. Abdul Jihad Muhammad, I known him as daddy. One of the most notorious men in the world, but I had no clue. You don’t need a magnifying glass to identify happiness. Hated by the federal government, but loved by me. Often I would see him, but every time I loved thou more than before. Every time I anticipated for that kiss on the cheek and that enormous hug from that cuddly man. I use to ponder what was going on. To many people raced in and out of this house. This powder substance seem to be the commotion. I use to hand him his metal toy. Ignorant. Hopefully it was a substitution for me. Stabbing his nail into it like his life depended on it. Never wanting to let it go. Heavy, icy, solid material sizzled in his hands at times. Yet, it weighed me down like dead weight. Who knew that that same exact toy will create dead weight.
As his toy was used against him, and created eleven world pools in his body that sucked up the joy that was once in a child’s life. Creating him now and for an eternity paralyzed. I was curious. Why cant my father’s body function like yours. Like mine. Limited. Limited to only little of what life has in store. Run. Jump. Skip. Hop. No. I didn’t know why my farther couldn’t walk at that time, but something was different. Years past, and still no word from mom. I was five at the time, living with my loving grandmamma. I always wondered why I didn’t live with thy farther. I soon found out.
On a normal visit to thy father’s house, things felt different. The air seemed more pure as I inhaled the heavens wind. All my uncles were there and everyone was getting along. We laughed. My brother and I didn’t argue nor fight and my cousins were smiling so hard it was as if it was surreal; animated if you will. We laughed. I felt as if no one could rain on my extravaganza of total bliss. I didn’t know that that morrow would change thy life forever. As we laughed. The base of the sun began to tap the horizon and a day full of beams were almost complete, I decided to close the long black blinds. The children were on the floor in Indian style. The adults were sitting on the long red couch. We laughed. Then silence…
The door collapsed as the mysterious men in black bombarded my sanctuary. Carrying there guns with red lazars and wearing there vest with much protective gear. as if they were scared. And as our laughs turned to screams and that monster in the closet is no longer in our dreams but in our reality. I stared, and even though my farther was the one who couldn’t walk I felt as if I was paralyzed. Mute. Hanging at the end of loves ropes, and as I fell I land in to a world of depression. Muzzled, when I wanted to shout! Then as my farther looked me in the eyes for the last time, I knew he wanted to cry. Cry a ocean full of salt water that burned the touch of any organism. I did nothing. I did nothing as the house was raped. Stripped from the sin in which it was created in. I did nothing as the police made sure that everyone were held captive. As they stole my shine away. As they stole my Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukah, and Ramadan away. My gift. I didn’t cry though, to ignorant to realize that that was the last time I would see my father. Mayhap I was young purposely so I wouldn’t know the truth. So it wont hurt as much.
A love like lilies now, instead of a rare red rose; its not the same. I believe that this changed me for the better, because, my world was my dad. This made me realize what else the world had in store. Even though sometimes I drowned in my tears, I think that the water washed away a life that was so sugar-coated. With mother and father doth absent, I become more independent. With thy farther around I lived life as a princess, and due to order of succession, it’s time for the princess to become queen. My father’s wrong doing made me realize what to do, what not to do. Practice makes perfect, but observation of one anther can same the mishap. It also helped me for the future when I have children. I learned that when you do have children, it’s some stuff that you can’t do anymore. Some times I understand why my father kept doing what he did. Belike, Some times I don’t understand why he didn’t stop ahead of time.
Sentenced with twelve years. Twelve years with tears. Twelve years without the man who brought joy. Twelve years! Why must I be taunted with the torturous twelve. I use to scream and so that the evil in my soul could explode out and disintegrate. So that the pain that I fell does not exist any more. Dead. Hoping that my joy can live on, and forever. I use to scream to the point were I was horse. Then cried. As I cried those silent tears I kept reminiscing on how things use to be. I should have been thinking about how great things are going to be.