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March, 2013

  1. Dylan Thomas meets My Chemical Romance (Week 20)

    March 29, 2013 by Francis Flores

    Hey guys. I hope everyone had a good week! We’re nearing the end of the semester, though, so hang in there! I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to go home for the summer. I am way too excited. So, anyway, for this week’s blog post, I wanted to do it in honor of my grandpa. I didn’t know him very well because of our language barrier, but my dad has told me so many great stories about him. He’s pretty much my hero. He would have been 70 years old today but he died 5 years ago of leukemia. Sorry if I bring anyone down.

    This week, I’ll be looking at “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas and “Cancer” by My Chemical Romance.

    “Do not go gentle into that good night” was written by Dylan Thomas and first published in 1937.

    “Cancer” was released on their album “Black Parade” in 2006.

    Here is the song, as usual:

    Also, here’s the music video. Warning: The quality is kind of bad and it also might make you cry. I thought I would be brave so I watched it yesterday–couldn’t stop crying. Just a fair warning:

     

    Do not go gentle into that good night,

    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

     

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

    Because their words had forked no lightning they

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

     

    God men, the last wave by, crying how bright

    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

     

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

    And learn, too late, and grieved it on its way,

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

     

    Grave men, near death, who see with the blinding sight

    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and by gay,

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

     

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,

    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    This poem was given to my AP English class and it was hanging on my poetry wall so I knew I had to use it. It really is a beautiful poem. There’s a certain kind of melancholic desperation and intensity. There are two key phrases that are repeated in this poem: “Do not go gentle into that good night” and “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” They both have that melancholic intensity that emanates throughout the entire poem. The speaker is saying that once death approaches, you should fight it, even though you know it’s unavoidable.  Though men who, in their day, were able to persuade with the power of words, it is useless when their time comes, so they must fight as much as they can. Good deeds seem smaller once the darkness approaches and even the wild men realize how valuable life is, so they must fight. At first, it just seems that the speaker really values life and the fight to stay alive, but in the last stanza, they bring it to a personal level. This allows for a personal connection of the reader. Up until now, the speaker alternated between the two phrases at the endings of the previous stanzas, but in this one, the one about her father, she uses both. This is because to the speaker, their father was all of these things: the wise one, the good one, and even the wild one. The speaker refuses to allow their father to give up and asks for any kind of fight because the speaker refuses to let their father go quietly. At first glance, it does not seem so desperate, but the repetition of these phrases say otherwise, almost as if the speaker is reassuring himself that the fight is worth it.

    I picked this song to go with the poem because of the different points of view in these pieces. I’m not comparing lyrics, but the intensity in which Gerard Way, the lead singer of MCR, sings emanates the fight that the speaker of the poem longs for. The instruments of this song especially emphasize the melancholy of this situation and only intensify with the tone of the vocalist. If you’ve heard any other My Chemical Romance songs, you would know that this is quite a change for them genre-wise. There is so much pain behind his voice which he tries to hide with the words he is saying, and that is exactly what the speaker of the poem does as well. When I hear this, I can see the speaker of the poem with her father in a hospital room. They’re both crying and neither one want to let go. The speaker is asking to fight death, but her father can do so much. Both are fighting so desperately for the chance to cling on to that final moment. The struggle continues on for both of them, but I really think the poem is asking not only the father to fight, but for the speaker to fight as well. The difference is that the father is fighting death while the speaker is fighting to keep himself together.

    Oh man, that was actually tough to write but I got through it. *pats self on back* I first heard this song during my “punk rock” stage (don’t pretend you didn’t have that, too. Everyone did) and it always made me cry, and it still does. When my grandpa died, I stopped listening to it, and I didn’t actually hear it again until I had to write this post. It was intense. I’m so so sad that My Chemical Romance broke up. They were my first band obsession so this just proves that I’m getting old. Ew. Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope it didn’t make you too sad and for those who actually watched the video, I’m offering hugs at the end of class for the emotional trauma I may have caused you. I mean it. That video messed me up. Wow, I get really off topic a lot. Sorry. Thanks for reading!

     

    In memory of Ignacio R. Flores

    *March 28, 1943 – June 25, 2008*


  2. Persuasive Essay: VERY ROUGH Draft

    March 22, 2013 by Francis Flores

    Persuasive Essay Rough Draft

    According to the Cyberbullying Research Center, “about half of young people have experienced some form of cyber-bullying, and ten to twenty percent experience it regularly” (Cyber Bullying Statistics). Cyber-bullying may be in the form of what started as teasing and escalated into relentless tormenting, circulating private information or pictures, or even stalking and sexual harassment. With the technological revolution that has been occurring nowadays, it has become more common for bullying to take place in the vast world of the Internet. It jumps from social media site to social media site. It may often reach an extreme and the one who is being bullied does something drastic, and according to the Suicide Prevention Resource Center, 21% of those who committed suicide were bullied (SPRC). Bullying, whether it is physical, verbal, or mental, has deep psychological effects for both the bully and the victim and needs to be recognized; because it is so common amongst adolescents, it is the parents and teachers who must be educated so they can see the warning signs and know when to stop it. The problem is not just the bullying itself, but it is also the lack of laws and policies that make facilitate the process of reducing this. In order to restrict this, there need to be laws implemented that allow school sanctions and criminal prosecution. It won’t be easy, mostly because it’s the enforcement that proves to be the problem, but with the help of media attention, people will want to turn the prevention of bullying into a fad, instead.

    Bullying has increased over the years and has had fatal consequences, especially amongst adolescents. While physical bullying also includes visible bruises and scars, the emotional impact bullying can have is worse. It can take away a person’s self-esteem and feelings of self-worth. It can leave someone confused as to why someone has so much hatred towards them. The worst thing it does, though, it is manipulates any sense of trust and confidence. This is a civic issue because it entails the well-being of the upcoming generations. We live in a society that is now succumbing to feeling of depression; a place where there are multiple crisis hotlines that have no real power other than a place for a distressed person to call. Cyber-bullying impacts not only the victim, but the family if something were to happen to the person being bullied. It’s hard to even imagine the feeling of knowing your child was tormented enough to want to die and not knowing anything about it and knowing there are no consequences for the person who inflicted the damage. This policy isn’t something that is said but never done. It is something that the victim and/or their family can rely on.

    My plan is to implement concrete policies that will provide comfort for the victim, such as allow a school to take action and suspend/expel a student and allow for the state or city to fine or contain the culprit. If it is the victim who comes forward, anonymity should be enforced because that is where threats arise, and the school must take immediate action. There is no time for any warning. Because this a serious issue, the punishment must be serious as well. Suspension would occur in the unlikely event that the bully stops, but it if does continue, expulsion is necessary. Fines would be given with a $500 minimum, and if the threats include death, they should be contained. Sometimes, it is not only the bully that is the problem, but it as the adult to whom it is reported to that causes a bigger problem. To stop that, the teacher could also face the same consequences because knowing that there is a problem and not acting on it, is just as bad as causing the problem yourself. It may sound harsh, but it could scare the bullies straight and it could appease the victims; however, first, the government would need to clearly define bullying in order to implement these policies to help the bullied and their families, but it is the job of the parents to also identify the signs and the job of the victim to get help. Schools, though they do this now, need to further educate the parents and their own teachers. They will need to monitor any internet activity that takes place on their own campus, as will any government or city funded building, such as a library. The problem is often proving who the bully is and restricting the spread of their actions. To help mitigate that, the social media websites, such as Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc., need to implement courses of actions that one could take if in distress.

    Because bullies are different everywhere, there is no telling whether or not it could be rendered effective everywhere that it is implemented. Yes, the internet is indefinitely vast and cannot be controlled everywhere at all times, but if there were some restrictions that made it harder for the bullies to inflict any kind of emotional damage, then there is at least something being done. No, restrictions cannot be posed everywhere, but the victim does have the ability to “block” someone. If that doesn’t work, there are support links on certain websites. I know for a fact that there are places to go for help on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. There could also be arguments against the implementing of fines because it seems harsh. Compared to the emotional damage that was inflicted, there is not enough money to fix that. It will take therapy and an ability to be able to trust again that no one else could give back.

    By implementing criminal prosecution and school sanctions, the effects of cyber-bullying could be weakened. Cyber-bullying has damaged a number of adolescents of today, but now that it has even reached the media, there is no way that people won’t bring attention to it now. With every action, there needs to be a consequence. Even though they are young, they need to understand that their actions could have very permanent results, whether it results in trauma or death. It seems harsh to put that on one person, but it is even harsher to realize that their actions hurt deeply enough to cause damage and to even think that suicide is an option. With these plans of educating the adults so that they could educate the kids, alongside the plans of harsh consequences for harsh actions, cyber-bullying could be minimalized.


  3. Civic Issues: Chipotle, Polls, and the Equality House

    March 21, 2013 by Francis Flores

    Wow, okay, so I am particularly heated for no reason at all, but I will try to keep this tame for everyone’s sake. You’re welcome. This week I’ll be talking about three fairly controversial topics. They will probably get angrier as I progress, but I’ll avoid that as much as possible. I chose the first one because of an article that I read a while back about the Boy Scouts, the second one because of the progress, and the third one because of the activism.

    The first thing I noticed when I logged into the Huffington Post today was the story about Chipotle refusing sponsorship of a Utah Boy Scout’s event. Why did they cancel this sponsorship? Chipotle did not agree with Boy Scout’s ban on the admittance of lesbian and gay members. At first, they were going to continue on with the event, but as soon as LGBT rights activists heard of this, they wrote letters to Chipotle saying that it went against their own policy on supporting “’organizations that discriminate against a person or a group on the basis of age, political affiliation, race, national origin, ethnicity, gender, disability, sexual orientation or religious belief.’”1 Because of the pressure they were receiving from advocates, the spokes-people of Chipotle were forced to reevaluate their decision, and they chose to retract their sponsorship. I think it’s hard to go back on your word, but I think it’s honorable that they didn’t disregard their own beliefs. At the risk of sounding redundant, yes, the Chipotle probably did this to save face, but it is in accordance with their policy and if they don’t believe in that statement, how could anyone else?

    Another thing I saw on the Huffington Post (which is where I find most of these things, by the way), was an article about how personal relationships affect support. After reading the article and finding that the support for gay marriage has increased, I was still not as happy as I thought I would be. Senator Rob Portman, from Ohio, recently announced his support for gay marriage after finding out his son was gay, but he had been a devoted advocate against gay marriage for the past two years.2 On one hand, he fought against this cause for so long and now because someone he is close to has come out as gay, he now wants to offer support. That seems kind of superficial. It makes it look like a statement on his own character. On the other hand, he now supports the community he has fought against. Beliefs change and it took the love of a father to see that.

    This last topic will be hard for me to talk about because of my feelings for the Westboro Baptist Church. You know, the ones who picketed soldiers’ funerals and have such a strong hatred for the gay community?  I won’t even get started on them, for your sake. Anyway, I actually saw this before I read the article on the Huffington Post. I saw this on Imgur and Tumblr, and my boyfriend sent me a link from Reddit. The idea of this was absolutely marvelous. This man is a genius. Aaron Jackson, from the Planting Peace group, purchased a house directly across from the WBC and decided that the best way to make a statement against their harsh actions towards everything, especially the gay community, was to paint the house the colors of the Gay Pride Flag. He called this the Equality House and wants to use it to “’raise awareness and capital, and we want to put all that money into creating and sustaining anti-bullying programs, along with supporting anti-bullying programs that already exist.’”3 When I first saw the pictures all over the internet, I was so amazed by the braveness and love that this guy, group, exudes. It’s a great idea that portrays exactly what they had hoped: “Where there is hate, there is love.”

    Reading this articles helped me to see that there is a move for progress and it helps me to have some sort of faith that this community will have success. I know I seem pushy and almost preachy when I get on this topic, but it’s only because I know how it affects people. I have loved ones who feel ostracized by their own peers and family, and the fact that people are changing their minds and are being supported in unlikely places give me hope that the people I know are struggling now won’t have to struggle their whole lives. Well, that’s my rant for the week. Thanks for reading.

     

    *Also, if you wanted to donate to the Planting Peace Group’s Fundraiser, you can click here.*


  4. Essay Proposal

    March 14, 2013 by Francis Flores

    1. For my essay, I want to address the issue of cyber-bullying.
    2. I want to propose a policy of action for those who do cyber-bully. The internet was not brought about to say horrid things to one another or to group together and bully one person. I am aware that it is impossible to track everyone on the internet, but if it had stricter rules on what could be posted and spread, then this problem could die down just a little bit. Bullying, whether it is physical or emotional, can affect the whole course of someone’s life and there has been a rising epidemic of cyber-bullying, especially amongst teenagers.
    3. My target audience is for the ones who run social media sites such as Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, etc, and also for adults, who influence their kids’ behaviors. I know they could help with restricting and with it reaching the media, it could help to create advocates for this cause who will, if not stop the cyber-bullying, help the one being bullied to reach out for help. I plan on reaching out to these people because if restrictions are placed and these adults realize how their actions affect the actions of their children, action can be taken.
    4. For this project, if possible, I would like to work with a partner. I would like to create a video that would explain the effects this has and expose the bullies of the internet while explaining why action needs to take place.

  5. Shel Silverstein meets Leftover Cuties (Week 18)

    March 14, 2013 by Francis Flores

    Hello, beautiful people! I hope you had a restful spring break. I don’t know about you, but it went by way too fast for my liking; however, it was great to be home again. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a chance to record anything, so sorry. Over the break, though, my brother introduced me to this great song and I became obsessed with it (as I have also mentioned in the tags), so of course I had to share it with you guys! This group also sings a fantastic rendition of “You Are My Sunshine.” I know how ridiculous that sounds, but they added lyrics so it’s a good song and I wanted to use it this week but I found the poem before I found the song and they didn’t work together; if you have time, you should look it up..or I could just include it here.

    Anyway, this week I’ll be looking at “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein and “I Miss You” by Leftover Cuties.

    “Where the Sidewalk Ends” was written by Shel Silverstein and was published in his collection of poems, entitled Where the Sidewalk Ends, in 1974.

    “I Miss You” by Leftover Cuties was released on May 31, 2011 on their Places to Go—EP.

    Here is the song, as usual:

    Where the Sidewalk Ends

    There is a place where the sidewalk ends

    And before the street begins,

    And there the grass grows soft and white,

    And there the sun burns crimson bright,

    And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

    To cool in the peppermint wind.

     

    Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

    And the dark street winds and bends

    Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

    We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

    And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

    To the place where the sidewalk ends.

     

    Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

    And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

    For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

    The place where the sidewalk ends.

    Where do I even begin with this poem? I used to read Shel Silverstein when I was younger but when I read this one again, something about it just intrigued me. I rather enjoy the overall message in this poem. The poem itself has a rather innocent and hopeful tone with a bit of nostalgia thrown in there. The hopeful tone is established with phrases such as “there is a place,” “let us leave,” “we shall walk…/And watch,” and “Yes we’ll walk…/And we’ll go.” With these phrases, the speaker is insinuating that not only is there such a place, but the “we” will be traveling to this place together. The innocent tone is established with phrases such as “grass grows soft and white,” “sun burns crimson bright,” “moon-bird rests from his flight,” “measured and slow,” and the last two lines “For the children, they mark, and the children, they know/The place where the sidewalk ends.” These phrases describing “where the sidewalk ends” are a contrast to the description of where the speaker, and the assumed audience, is now. In the second stanza, when the speaker is describing the place where “the smoke blows black,” etc., he is referring to the darkness of the real world. The place where the sidewalk ends is not a real place at all, rather it is an escape from the world. The real world is so fast-pace and unpleasant, but by returning to simpler times, times of childhood, innocence may return. We are going to walk measured and slow so that we can slow down and enjoy the things we cannot enjoy with the fast-paced life we are currently living. In the last two stanzas, again, the speaker says, “For the children, they mark, and the children, they know/The place where the sidewalk ends,” and this also goes back to the nostalgic innocence that comes with just slowing down. It’s okay to want to get away from the realism of the world and to follow the “chalk-white arrows” that the children mark. No one knows for sure where they will go, but it will allow for a return to simpler times if only for just a moment.

    This song, I think, captures the innocent and hopeful nostalgia that emanates from this poem. They ukulele and the bells in the background are more innocent and complement the nostalgic tone of the vocalist. With the two combined, I could see myself walking along an unknown path with a light breeze blowing and a smile on my face. I can see myself when I was younger and didn’t have to worry about the things that plague my mind now: paying tuition, homework, work, where I’m going after college, etc. The drums and the bass help to emphasize the nostalgic hopefulness that also cones from this poem. It’s actually quite hard to slow down when everything is so fast-paced, but when it does happen, it’s a great feeling. The sun seems brighter and the sky seems bluer (well, when you can see them out here anyway), and you can walk around with a smile on your face. I like to think there is such a place where the sidewalk ends. Sidewalk is sometimes symbolic to the rush of the city, or since we’re in State College, the rush of a university campus, so why not imagine yourself to a place where grass was something you could enjoy rather something in the way of getting to class. The “real world,” though we are still not living in it yet, can be a dark place and a crimson sun can bring out a smile and a good memory.

    Wow, so that was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I got through it, though, so that’s awesome. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this week’s post. Sorry if the song or the poem was a bit down, I’m telling you I’ve been in a weird mood. It could just be being out here for so long, my goodness. *end mini rant* I really do love this song, and I know I say that every week, but that’s only because I mean it every time. I hope you guys enjoyed this song (and poem) as much as I do. Thanks for reading!


  6. Margaret Atwood Meets Katie Costello (Week 17)

    March 1, 2013 by Francis Flores

    Helloooooo, people of RCL (or, more accurately, Riley, Ammara, and Anne)! So, I told myself that I would NEVER repeat the same poet or the same music artist, but I just HAD to. I’ve been in a weird mood so these two selections were just fitting. I know that it’s the Friday before Spring Break and this is kind of a downer, so I’m sorry about that, but it’s what came to mind. I do apologize again. Also, as a side note, I hope that everyone has a FANTASTIC (and much needed) spring break!

    So, this week I’ll be looking at “This Is a Photograph of Me” by Margaret Atwood and “Lost and Far From Home” by Katie Costello.

    “This Is a Photograph of Me” was published in Margaret Atwood’s The Circle Game in 1998.

    “Lost and Far From Home” was on Katie Costello’s “The City in Me – EP,” which was released in 2010.

    Here as the song, as usual:

    This Is a Photograph of Me

    It was taken some time ago

    At first it seems to be

    a smeared

    print: blurred lines and grey flecks

    blended with the paper;

     

    then, as you scan

    it, you see in the left-hand corner

    a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree

    (balsam or spruce) emerging

    and, to the right, halfway up

    what ought to be a gentle

    slope, a small frame house.

     

    In the background, there is a lake,

    and beyond that, some low hills.

     

    (The photograph was taken

    a day after I drowned.

     

    I am in the lake, in the center

    of the picture, just under the surface.

     

    It is difficult to say where

    precisely, or to say

    how large or small I am:

    the effect of water

    on light is a distortion

     

    but if you look long enough,

    eventually

    you will be able to see me.

    Okay, wow. This poem is pretty intense. I’m so sorry to my blogging group because reading and commenting on this post is part of your grade. I give permission to just not read and say something completely unrelated. I don’t mind. I absolutely adore Margaret Atwood’s writing because of the flow of her poems. This poem, unlike the recent poems I’ve had, has not only one nuance, but two. The first part of the poem was peaceful and picturesque. With phrases such as “blurred lines” and “grey flecks” to describe the picture, and “part of a tree emerging,” “gentle slope,” “small frame house,” “a lake,” and “low hills,” provides not only for these two tones, but for the image that the speaker is providing as well. The significance of this specific place is not necessarily made clear at first until this very next line in which the nuance comes. The speaker takes an unexpected turn into a grim tone in which she states that the photo was taken the day after she drowned, this being proved with the words “I drowned,” “I am in the lake,” “just under the surface,” “difficult to say where…or…how large or small I am.” Because of the peaceful scenery, this was unexpected, but it does provide significance. With the reveal of her drowning, the phrases “part of a tree…emerging” and “what ought to be” also reveal a certain false hope that might not have been noticeable before. The former of the two phrases provides the false hope of the speaker’s would-be growth. Now that she has passed, the latter of the two phrases builds on that and provides the context for this photograph: it’s what could have been hers, but now cannot be. In another surprise twist, the next nuance comes in the form of a reassuring tone, especially with the phrases “the effect of water/on light is a distortion” and “eventually/you will be able to see me.” When she says that “the effect of water/on light is a distortion,” she is referring to herself as the light. Just because the lake has consumed her physically, the memory of her cannot be taken away. Even though this photograph the place in which she drowned, she refers it to be a picture of her because she will never truly be gone—she will always be there within the blurred lines and grey flecks and within the emerging tree.

    This song makes me so sad, oh man. I just think it’s so haunting. Anyway, this poem was sent to me some time ago by my good friend Gustavo and even though I already used a Margaret Atwood poem, I just couldn’t help myself, especially when I heard this song. The song starts off with a music box-type style, which is reflective of the peaceful tone that this poem starts out with. It’s almost as if an old film-grained picture of this scene is being displayed in a flashback, and then the piano kicks in and you can almost see the picture distort into something clearer. The song progresses onward and the bells and piano are still going, but then a violin kicks in. The tree emerges, the gentle slope is made noticeable, the small house stands halfway, and the lake glimmers with the sunlight. When the violin intensifies, this signifies the nuance of the poem in which the speaker reveals she has drowned in this very lake. The voice of this singer has the haunting tone that fits this particular section, but then the music shifts back to just the bells and the voice of the singer, and this correlates with the last part of the poem. The first and last tones have the same sounding music because that she wants to be maintained as beautifully as that scene has this entire time. With the bells playing in the back for the entire time, this reveals the underlying light that the speaker emanates. It’s the nostalgic effects of her lingering spirit which will not ever be forgotten.

    Oh, guys, I’m so sorry to be such a downer for the blog post before spring break. The song and poem were just gorgeous, though, and I couldn’t pass them up. I was feeling a bit down today so I leaned towards the pieces that fit my mood, so sorry guys. This post was actually really hard to get through because it kept making me sad, but I got through it, and I’m quite proud of it. Anyway, I’ll try to make the next one a bit happier. If you have any suggestions, I’d be happy to check them out! Have a fantastic break, dears, and thanks for reading! See you when we get back!


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