Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Kubla Khan Response

I cannot decide if Kubla Khan could be about how some parts of nature are good and some parts are bad or if it is more about religion, God vs. the Devil. It could be about nature being good and bad because in some parts it talks about trees and the sea, which seem like they are good, then it talks about shadows and ice, which seem like they are bad. The reason I think this is because of how Coleridge describes the different scenes of nature is very detailed it is like I am standing there looking at everything. It is also like he is painting a picture with words to tell a blind person what is around them so that they can see their surroundings which makes it seem very real. But then it talks about a woman, Coleridge narrates this section, and he sees himself in the poem, which could be like God, then more towards the end of the poem it talks about a man and how we should beware of him with, “His flashing eyes, his floating hair!” which could be like the Devil. Also when it says, “By woman wailing for her demon-lover!” could also be like the Devil because of the demon part. When it says, “For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise,” which could be like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit. Or maybe the nature and religion go hand in hand like Shovel and Pail from Blue’s Clues and I am just not quite getting the connection between the two of them.
Overall I thought that this was an interesting poem to read since it does not make sense to me I was made to think more and look deeper into it to try and find the meaning. Compared to Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner I think I like this one more because it is more of a visual poem and it is not extremely long so I stayed more focused on what was being said instead of just trying to read it to be done with it.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Two Thumbs Up For This Blog!

Here I’ll be exploring a great blog site name Different Perspectives on Samuel Coleridge’s Poetry made by Amanda, Yev and Stephan and Henley
Click here to go straight to the site: Blog Site!

This blog did a wonderful job explaining Coleridge works and his life. I liked how they had a biography part about Coleridge so someone who didn’t know who he was would be able to get a better understanding of this poet. 
There are some really cool icons of a spinning globe on this blog that I thought was a plus! I enjoyed looking at the picture because it helped me comprehend the content of the post both visually and mentally. The title of each post captivates you to read it. They are very creative with their title choices. 
I liked how they break down some of Coleridge’s well known poem then explains the meaning of them. They have interesting information not just on Coleridge’s poems but fun miscellaneous facts about him too. It helps keep the reader interested. I like the video of the spoken version of Kubla Khan. 
The background is simple yet easy to navigate. The font is easy to read and it doesn’t get washed out by the background. There was nothing too overly dramatic that would be annoying to the reader. Everything is clear and understandable. The title of the blog ‘Different Perspectives on Samuel Coleridge’s Poetry’ is concise and explains exactly what they will be talking about. The purpose of the blog is clear. The contents are accurate and credible. 
After visiting the blog I have learned several new information about Coleridge that I never knew before. The Christabel story that Yevgeniy talked about made me very interested in reading it myself.  I found Henley's post on ‘the type who write in sleep’ a very amusing read. I didn’t notice till now that the poem Kubla Khan resembles so much like an act of sex. All of the blog members did a great job providing information on Samuel Coleridge. This is a wonderful site to check out if you don’t know or want to learn more about who Coleridge was.

Samuel Coleridge's Life

           Samuel T. Coleridge was born in 1772 in Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire. He was the youngest out of 10 kids and his parents, John Coleridge and Ann Bowdon, loved him very much. Coleridge liked his childhood and started reading books as early as six years old. Coleridge went off to Christ’s Hospital School, which was in London, after his dad died. After being at school for awhile he left in 1793 to join the 15th Light Dragoons because he had a large amount of debt that needed to get paid off and he was leaving behind a bad relationship. When Coleridge joined the 15th Light Dragoons he enlisted under a different name, Silias Tomkin Comberbache. But soon after he enlisted he found that he did not fit in and people started saying that he was insane.
            In 1795 he married Sara Fricker even though he didn’t love her. His collection of Poems on Various Subjects was published in 1796 and in 1797 Poems was published. Also in 1797 he met William Wordsworth and Wordsworth’s wife, Dorothy, and became very good friends with them. After becoming friends with Wordsworth they both wrote the Lyrical Ballads that started with “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. It is said that this ballad was based on Captain James Cook’s voyage from 1772 to 1775. Coleridge was given 150 pounds from Josiah and Thomas Wedgewood which started his career. From 1798 to 1799 Wordsworth, Dorothy, and Coleridge went to Germany where Coleridge studied at Gottingen University. In 1799 Coleridge met Sara Hutchinson and fell in love with her.
            Coleridge had become addicted to opium because that would take away his neuralgic and rheumatic pains. In 1804 he took a trip to Malta to find a better way to deal with his problems instead of being on opium. He stayed in Malta for awhile and then returned to England. Sara Hutchinson and Coleridge wrote and edited the magazine The Friend in 1809 to 1810. In 1808-1818 he gave a few lectures in London. Coleridge’s friendship he had with Wordsworth became very unsteady in 1810; unfortunately they never completely rekindled their once great friendship. Not that long after Wordsworth and Coleridge’s friendship dwindled down to nothing Coleridge was thinking of suicide. In 1816 Christabel and Kubla Khan were published. Coleridge died on July 25, 1834 in Highgate, which is near London.

Quotes and Explainations.

In the following text I will provide some quotes that Samuel Taylor Coleridge spoke. I will also be explaining what I believe each quote means and how it is important and beneficial to live by this advice.
1.       “Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.”
I’m sure that every high schooler has been in some sort of drama or fight that a rumor played a great part of. And rumors can harm great friendships and do a lot of damage to people. If you have ever heard a rumor about you I would bet that it didn’t make you feel very good about yourself and probably made you feel worse if someone you thought was your friend actually believed the things that were being said about you. You feel like they should know you better than that right? What Coleridge is saying in this quote is that rumors hurt. And even though you’re not the one who “started it” just by listening and talking about it with others makes you just as guilty as the person who did start the lies. It is important in life for you to learn that not everything you hear is the truth. And you need to rely solely on your own judgment of the person. Don’t judge a book by its cover.

2.       “A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.”
Dear Women, the meaning of life is not to be the hottest most wanted person in the world. When you meet your creator (who ever that may be) do you think that they care about how many people desired you in your life? Do you think that your future husband or children care about that? The correct answer would be no. I walk the halls of my high school and see a bunch of young girls with obviously no self-respect. Or clothes for that matter. What Coleridge is saying is that there is more to life then getting attention from the opposite sex. You only have one life so live it to the fullest. Don’t worry about what people think of you, it only matters what you think of yourself. This is a highly beneficial skill to learn because you want to be able to be independent and you must learn to love yourself. Confidence and respct for yourself is what gets you a good man.

Science vs Nature

“To sentence a man of true genius to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill,” is a quote by Samuel T. Coleridge. This quote shows how the Romantic poets, not just Coleridge, thought that science over nature would never let people reach their full potential. Meaning that if you put an extremely smart man in a school then he would never be allowed to expand his knowledge past the curriculum in which he was appointed to. He could never reach his full potential as a person, in knowledge, just like if someone was to put a racehorse on a treadmill. If someone was to put a racehorse on a treadmill then it will only be able to go as fast as the treadmill would let it, never being able to reach the speed it is capable of, making the horse useless. But if the horse were to be taken the off the treadmill and just let it run on its own then it would be able to reach astronomical speeds, which would fulfill what it was made for and reach its full potential as a racehorse. If the man was not sentenced to go to school then he would be able to explore and understand things at a much more deeper level without having the school’s curriculum holding him back or pulling him down.  Also he would reach his full potential as a person and be able to contribute to society more than other people could because he has gotten to the point where he can use his knowledge to become more helpful.
This quote can also show how Coleridge thought that science was less important compared to nature. The racehorse represents nature and the treadmill represents science, if the racehorse is never put on the treadmill, in other words nature is not involved with science, then it can run at a higher pace than its fellow competitors. To relate this to the man and school is simple, the man is like the racehorse and the school is like the treadmill. If the man is not involved with school then he can explore things at his own pace to get a better and deeper understanding of things.

The Best of Blake

The Best of Blake by Becca Gaulke, Kendal Kern, and Pang Thao was the blog I decided to take a deeper look at instead of just browsing through it like I did with the rest of the blogs. What I found the most interesting was how their blog had a nice background and a good layout which made the blog easy to read. I liked how the posts didn’t seem boring enough that I felt like falling asleep or scrolling to the bottom of the page right away to see if it was even going to be worth my time. I also like that when one of them would talk about a quote they didn’t just put the quote and start writing they made the quote slide across the screen which made it easier to read and it caught my eye; it was like a big arrow that said read me! Also the quotes that they have on there are kind of catchy and interesting to think about. Also the quotes are very relatable to real life. Becca talked about a quote by Blake, “Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made up of contradiction,” and it really got my attention the most because her interpretation of it is really good. Also I feel that, after reading her interpretation, it describes Blake very well, which would help someone who doesn’t know anything about him understand what he was all about. Although none of them talked about one video that they put up it was still entertaining to watch. The video was a poem animation of “The Tiger” which was both interesting and creepy. It was interesting to see a picture of Blake recite his own poem even long after he has been dead. But yet it was also creepy because it reminded me of something that would be considered “evil” out of a Disney movie like Snow White or something. I would recommend this blog to someone who doesn’t know anything about Romanticism because it has a nice layout that could appeal to that person’s tastes and it is very informative.

Melting Possibilities, A Prose Poem

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I need this old dream to break down.

I need to understand the colors and the rhythm of my subconscious mind. How can I put together the pieces, to make them fit into a reality? Will my reality and my dreams exist within the same realm of possibilities, or do they have separate lives.
One is experiencing the shades of colors I never knew I could understand.
It’s painted with aqua blues as deep as the ocean of your eyes. And reds that fire wishes they could burn. In my dreams I see perfection melted within chaos.
It’s beautiful.
I can run on grass that surpasses skyscrapers, I can breathe in water and feel fuller of life than I did when I breathed in air. I’ll never leave.
Until the cold chill of life creeps back into the frontal lobe of my brain. I awaken to the harsh elements of being seventeen. The dream scape in which I thrive in, that surrounded me, vanishes, without so much as a proper goodbye.
And my brain goes to functional stage.
This reality is dulled of colors, with greens that machines created from chemicals of a toxic substance. And yellows that could pass as a dirty white. Yet this is what any red blooded American sees as beautiful. How do I make my dreams and reality coincide with each other? To make them one would seem effortless to the traveling wanderer. But to the fast pace city slicker they will never be near the same time zone. Leaving me to wonder if I’m a vagabond or a CEO at heart.
Will my old dreams break down into a new reality? They can live together, in a spectrum where my brain and heart breathe in the same ideas and feelings. Where they can be one.
This I believe I can do. Can you?

Personal Kubla Khan Reflection

After reading "Kubla Khan" by Coleridge I was a bit confused on what he was really trying to say. I knew prior to reading this that Coleridge had been addicted to opium and was no doubt under the influence of opium while writing this. I then guessed that "Kubla Khan" would be a more different poem than what I was used to reading, more… unrealistic and jumbled.

After re-reading the poem it began to make more sense to me, and Michelle’s (MD) comment on the poem, how she seemed to dissect the poem, made it easier for me to understand. I feel like Coleridge is saying how Kubla Khan had a good thing going for him, being in a place with “gardens bright with sinuous rills, where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; and here were forests ancient as the hills, enfolding sunny spots of greenery” (Kubla Khan, Coleridge [lines 7-11]). To me it feels like he could be in the Garden of Eden. Which also makes me wonder how he could “be there” if the only two humans as the story goes are Adam and Eve, how is there spouse to be another person? Maybe in his lucid sleep he began to be taking the role of Adam. Or maybe because he is male he can relate to Adam and see what he sees.

Once I started getting into the meat of the poem it really got my head spinning. He leaves the garden and then there’s a woman singing? That wasn’t what confused me, what confused me was how he was so in love with her song that it could win him over but than other people are screaming beware beware. Is it like how Eve took the apple from the tree and now women sort of hold this perception of being bad and sinful? But at the very end of the poem he was drunk off the milk of paradise, I feel confused because the woman was said to be someone you watch out for and now he’s in paradise? So maybe it’s like he knows he’s in a bad place because he left the beautiful garden and now he’s in somewhere terrible but there is a woman who is singing and won him over with her song and if he closes his eyes and listens he is in paradise because he’s making the most out of the situation? Yeah let’s go with that, I could be totally off, but from what I had read that’s how I would interpret it. Or maybe he’s just really homesick for the garden. Either way I think Coleridge really got me thinking and painted such a beautiful picture with his words I felt like I could see everything he described. This is one of my favorite poems by him.

A video from David Olney reading out loud "Kubla Khan"

Response to Kubla Khan

 Click on the link below to find the poem of Samuel Coleridge's "Kubla Klan."

Kubla Khan- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

'The Source of the Sacred River' by Albert Goodwin

         Kubla Khan or A Vision in a Dream was written in 1798. It is a poem that uses intricate language to portray a vision or dream that Coleridge had. Coleridge claimed that the poem was written in an opium-induced haze. While Coleridge slept, he had fantastic vision and composed it instantly after he awoke from his sleep.

Kubla Khan is a man of great power; bearing the title of an Asian ruler. Kubla lives in a place called Xandu. Xanadu is a synonym for "paradise" or "utopia". The land is described with lush fields, gardens and forests. Kubla Khan wants to build a place of freedom and relaxation called the "stately pleasure-dome." The landscape surrounding Kubla's domain is wild and untamed, covered by forests and cut by sacred Alphs River. Coleridge then describes a deep crack in the earth, hidden under a grove of dense trees. Here the poem shifts from balance and tranquility to disturbance.

The next part shows the savage and violence of life outside of the “pleasure dome.” It describes nature and images of evil and war mixed together. Coleridge gives description of a violent eruption. Coleridge uses images such as the palace was haunted by a woman wailing for her demon lover. This image of a woman bound to evil brings out the dark side of light with only the “waning moon” to hear her cry.

Coleridge then changes the topic and tells us about a vision or dream he once had. In this vision or dream, he saw a maiden playing a dulcimer (a stringed instrument) singing about a mountain. Coleridge has become so moved by the music that he wished he could revive it. He imagines that his vision has become so real that it can actually scare people, and make them cry out “Beware, Beware!” There are images of two women in the poem and they are a direct contrast to each other, one representing evil, and the Abyssinian maid exotic and beautiful.

Xanadu symbolizes the Garden of Eden; it is lovely and innocent, surrounded by evil and the constant threat of destruction. Coleridge, having “drank the milk of Paradise” depicts how badly he wants to return to the utopia. Kubla Khan is one of the oddest poems I have read by far. I enjoyed the intense image and mysterious descriptions of Coleridge writing style.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Percy Shelley Blog--READ NOW!

Click here to visit the amazing site dedicated to the romantic poet Percy Shelley. This blog was created by Chrisy Vo, Jacky Bertholomey, and McKenzie DeWitt. You can even see these beautiful ladies for yourselves because they have provided their pictures on the blog itself! The blog is quite visually pleasing with the great color scheme. This well done blog has a lot of good information about Shelley, including poems written by Shelley. The poems they post and talk about have many different themes. The themes can vary from nature, death to life, and spiritual differences. This blog also has quite a lot of great videos and pictures to help better understand and visualize what Shelley was really saying in his poems. What I really enjoyed was the different interesting pictures that were put into the blog to make it more interesting and more visually appealing. The video's and pictures also helped me visualize and enjoy learning the information more because it wasn't all only text. Everyone appreciates a nice short summary or only needing to listen every once in a while! A cool video that I saw on the blog was of a British lady reciting the poem "The Cloud" while you could read long with the words of the poem located below the video.  I mean hello, everyone likes a nice British person talking to you. If you don’t want to read you could then just see a nice picture of a cloud in the background!! Which must be nice for those who live in Oregon to be able to see a nice picture of a cloud on a sunny day. Warning: It can make you very sleepy. I know this because I seriously almost fell asleep. Well having it been late at night and my electric blanket going could of also contributed to that. Something else that I think is really useful is there is not a bunch of useless information that makes the post go on and on and literally puts you to sleep. The information that is used is clear, interesting, and right to the point. This blog is a great resource if you want to learn about the great romantic poet Percy Shelley!!
You only have to click here.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

My Prose Poem

Brutus is my name.
Brutus is strong, brave, determined, fearless, protective, and fierce.
Brutus would fight you until death.
Brutus would chase you down if you tried to do anything to his family.
Brutus would tear you to pieces without thinking twice.
Brutus is the alpha male.
Brutus is the perfect police dog.
But Brutus wasn’t me. I didn’t fit the Brutus standards; I didn’t fit the Brutus bill.
My owner’s didn’t know this about me; they didn’t even care, they got rid of me two months later.
I was never going to have a proper family.
No one would ever want me if my owner’s didn’t want me.
I heard a car and poked my head out the door to see a short woman and a tall man.
They took me home that night and gave me a new name, Jayke.
Jayke is my name now.
Jayke is sweet, unique, fun, loving, playful, and loyal.
Jayke would kill you with love.
Jayke would scare you with kindness.
Jayke would sit on you like a lap dog.
Jayke is the omega wolf.
Jayke is the perfect best friend.
Jayke was me and Jayke was who I would always be. I fit the Jayke standards and I fit the Jayke bill.
My family was the tall man, the short woman, and their child, who I met the next day.
The child and I are the best of friends. I couldn’t think of my life without her and her family.
I’m thankful to have such a wonderful family who takes care of me and who loves me. They are my true owners.
I finally found where I belong.
Years of love and attention go by. We have our laughs and our adventures but I am getting very old now.
Too old to keep going, I can barely walk, I only get up when I need to, I’m deaf in one ear, and I ache all over, I’m dying.
The child that I grew up with has gotten much older and so have her parents, now they have to decide what is to become of me. I trust them to make the best choice for me, I know I’m ready to leave but are they ready?
I wake up one day and get showered with more love than what I thought they could give. I get steak and we play fetch and I got to wake up the grown child just like in the old days.
Then we take a drive, we go to a place with many other people and animals. We go into a room with another human and that other person pokes a needle into my leg.
I look at my family and they look back at me. They tell me how I’m a good boy and they love me. I think of all our great moments, like when I tried to play with a dead squirrel and all of our trips to the beach.
I think of how if I could talk for just this last minute that I would tell them how much I loved them, how I’ve been lucky that they have been my family, I would tell them how it doesn’t hurt, and to keep being a great family to other dogs because they deserve your love.
Soon everything fades to black.
I can no longer see my family anymore; I can’t see our house, my bed, the backyard, or the blue sky.
I am going to a place that they can’t go, where I will wait for them like any other loyal, loving dog.
Even in death a dog never loses his loyalty to his family.

"Coleridge": Reading Response #3

                   Arthur Symons explores the ideology and works of famous Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge in his critical essay “Coleridge”. In “Coleridge” Symons discusses what things made Samuel Taylor Coleridge go from poet to philosophical critic and how they shaped him into becoming a beautiful voice for classic English literature. Jump starting Coleridge to swim in the pool of poetry began with the basic fact that Coleridge lacked a “saving belief” in Christian faith. Feeling that the Christian faith had your weaknesses as supporting blocks for your faith Coleridge soon began doubting if Christianity truly suited him. In reality Coleridge “was not strong enough to rely on the impulses of his own nature” with religion, which in “turn his failings into a very actual kind of success…” (Symons, Coleridge). Ironic how Romantic poets normally are influenced by faith and nature but in Coleridge’s case his failure in that area resulted in him creating great achievements in the field of Romantic poetry. Soon he allowed his mind to wonder out of the basic reality we all live in, which consecutively granted him the ability to marvel about space, time and unrealistic ideas. In turn some of his greatest creations were born because his mind was able to think metacognitious thoughts on a regular basis. Coleridge soon began to believe that because he could understand the mind so well that he needed to explore the ideas of others and share what he knew to the world, thus began the transition from poet to critical philosopher. He began to criticize the works of Shakespeare which even not fully finished could beat any other critic who dare tried. But Coleridge didn’t criticize for others, rather he thought the art of criticizing seemed “almost as if it were a science” (Symons, Coleridge) and he wanted to experiment with every element that featured the mind. After being a critic for some time Coleridge returned back to poetry and started recording his life though his art. By dejecting his life and his dreams in a tangible way this allowed him to get a better grasp on his own life, and the life of other humans as well. Symons further explores Coleridge’s works describing how even fragments of poems such as “Kubla Khan” and “Christabel” are consider to be some of “the most sustained pieces of imagination in the whole of English poetry” (Symons, Coleridge).
                 Going from poet, to critic, back to poet is not an easy task to achieve. Let alone achieve it smoothly. But Coleridge has done this so well it’s almost shocking to me. I never understood the depths of how great a writer Coleridge prevailed to become until I read the essay “Coleridge”. Coleridge understood the mind far better than any average man did and probably still doesn’t to this day. This allowed him to create such beautiful pieces of English literature and leaves him a top rank among poets like William Blake or former friend William Wordsworth. The fact that Coleridge allowed himself to create his dreams in an embodied form of art, even if only in fragments, is breath taking to an average reader. He paints such bewitching images in my mind I can almost feel myself standing in that garden he created in “Kubla Khan”, or experience that feeling of utter hopelessness he brings into being in “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. The fact that Coleridge can make someone feel an emotion that they weren’t already experiencing in those moments but instead creating a new one from a poem is astonishing. Not very many authors have been blessed with that ability. But the even greater achievement I feel he has established became the fact he that Coleridge previously held the title of a philosophical critic. Although purely for himself Coleridge indeed became known for being such a great critic, especially when criticizing the works of William Shakespeare. Once again his ability to understand the human mind so simply allowed Samuel T. Coleridge to become a man of many talents. I honestly had no idea that Coleridge was such a troubled soul who “can look at it (life) as at one of his dreams which become things; he can sympathize with it as he could never sympathize with his own undeserving self.” (Symons, Coleridge). From this pain and heartache Samuel Taylor Coleridge against all odds rose from his suffering and in turn granted our world with the beauty of getting a glimpse into his genius mind.  

Can't get enough of Mr. Coleridge?

For almost all my posts I have used over and over again the web page Samuel T. Coleridge for a creditable source. Its a great page that gets you the main ideas and understandings of Coleridge's life and work all neatly wrapped and ready for you to read. I have found it very easy to navigate as it goes in a chronological order from his birth to death. I recommend this site to anyone that wants to learn more about the wonderful man who inspired this blog.
Thanks for reading my faithful Coleridge bloggies!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

My Prose Poem

Can you save me? Can you free me from my misery? My love, I fear that I'm losing my mind from all the nightmares you have left behind.
I'm dying from loves disorder, if only I wasn't sober because this pain is taking over me. Killing me slowly.
When were in bed you look into my eyes. Behind you eyes I see all the lies. Those lies hidden in your eyes is my personal hell that's no surprise. Hunny your killing every part of me, I'm struggling just to breath. I still cant find the reasons why I even bother to fight. This pain has already taken over my life.
I am lonely
I am afraid
I fear I shall never be saved.
I outta close my front door in your damn face and let you go forever. I shouldn't look out that window and allow the tears fall onto the floor and add to that river below me.
But baby when you pull me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I suddenly have no fears. I forget the memories of pain and tears.
I don't know how to feel, is this fake? Or is this all real? I think I have a problem amore I don't know what's real anymore. Can you help me? Can you save me? Can you tell me that I'm not crazy?
Again were in bed, you look into my eyes. You tell me things have changed. But in those light eyes I see nothing but lies. They burn my soul-the deep fires of hell have been blown inside me. You're killing every part of me, I'm struggling just to breath. I still can't find the reasons why I even bother to fight. I just want to die. The pain has already taken over my life
I'm past the point of no return, no backward glances. You say you love me and that's how it should be. But if you really love me then why are you abusing me? I'm dying from this disorder, if only I wasn't sober. 
I am lonely
I am afraid
I can never be saved

Wordzworth4eva. RECOMMENDED!

As I was looking through some blogs I discovered one that has talked about our blog and discussed what we did and how much they liked it. So I decided to return the favor and talk about how much I liked the blog Wordzworth4eva. This blog as I guess was focused towards the Romantic poet William Wordsworth. It was created by the very talented Alyck Horton, Presley Lewis and Keyla Roberts of class A1. As I started reading it I began to remember something I read about Coleridge and how he and Wordsworth used to be good buddies, this blog seemed just perfect to talk about. I really enjoyed the layout of the blog and how appealing it was too me, simple and clean. The post by Alyck talking about Charles Darwin and William Wordsworth was very informative and educational. I liked how he also included the ties of medicine with the American Red Cross and Jehovah’s Witnesses since we are in the medical area of CAL. Alycks other post about a mini biography of Wordsworth was also a key piece of this blog because I didn’t know much about Wordsworth and I really didn’t want to read a whole paper about him so just getting the main facts about his life was really nice and helped me better understand what make him so special as a poet. I also thought his little “cliff notes” were a good touch. Also Keyla’s post on Wordsworth’s poem “I Wander as a Lonely Cloud” was written very well and was so easy for me to understand. I think I may actually have to go read that poem now just to check it out.
I can tell now that the Wordzworth4eva blog is really blooming and will be a great blog if they are to stick with it and continue to add more information. I really did get a lot out of it and find myself waiting with anticipation over the next posts that will come. Overall the blog was very enjoyable to read and I highly would recommend this to anyone who wants to learn more about Romanticism, William Wordsworth or just wants a good blog to read in general.
Thanks Wordzworth4eva!