My unserstanding of the Great Gatsby in a poem!

Looking down my street, glittered faces shining as if they were famous. 
All visitors sad, lonely, insecure, mad, and condemned from their society, come to party and run from shame. Shameless lives, they tend to mask themselves in their lies. Running into Mr. Jack Violent's glorious palace off the edge of my lawn. Day and night he hosted many of his parties. Yet he never shows up in his own meetings filled with total strangers. Though he just has open bashes. He really does have a reason for such crashes, and clashes, and dashes in his home. But he is covered. Rumoured by secrets, it has shadowed the truth of his own self, that he might not even know who he is. Mr. Violent seems so bliss with wealth! Yet nobody to share, text, call, no email adress, he just stays home lonely. Seems as if his own home is obsolete. Everyone uses it except for the owner. What does he want?
Is it to taunt others? (As the rumors say so). So many questions. So many resolutions for one of them. This man was such a mystery. I was afraid to even ask for his history. Whatever lies before his handsome looks, might a cruel beast. For the past two days. He has been out of his home weirdly enough. I saw him smiling through the windshield of his shining spotless four wheeled elise vehicle. Soon even more outrages rumors spread. They say he stabbed a man with a sickle for a hamburger. Funny he , out of all the people killed for food. Two days later buzz on him was he was killed for buying a cat or some kids were dared to kill him. Oh what a grim, never knew him.... Ooh! Dr. Zoidberg is having a celebration.
 

The great Gatsby notes chp.4

Gatsby has a lot of visitors and nick wrote down how many since last summer. It starts going into some parties,  gathering, a drunk accident, his old friend from yale, it felt as if he let strangers, pure syrangers into his home. One morning at 9 o'clock gatsby went to his house telling him they are going out for lunch. Gatsby , to nick, wasn't very much of a small talker.
The ride escalated into gatsby asking nick for his opinion about him. He doesnt want all those stories stirring up nicks head giving him a bad impression on jay (gatsby).
Gatsby tried to tell him about how he was born in a wealthy family, born in america, and was educated from oxford. Nick new why jordan baker didnt believ why he was lying he got the glimpse of gatsby "chocking" when he said. "Educated at oxford". Which made nick wonder about anything sinister going on up in his head.
Gatsby was serious about the part where he put out his family was dead and he took the wealth of his family. He was talking about his life in his beautiful life collecting jewelry (mostly rubies), hunting big game, and trying to forget something very sad That had happened to him a very long time ago. Nick tried his best not trying to laugh . Then the war came for gatsby and he tried to die in the war. (Why? I can somehow understand his point of view but was it that bad?) He was prized in the war with first lieutenant., he was great support with light muchine guns.and promoted major and had allies decoration. He went to Montenegro and showed a ribbon from Montenegro for further proof. Gatsby opened himself up to nick by showing a chest of rubies, tigers mounted and a gnawing heart that was brocken so he was telling the truth. Nick has to wait until the afternoon to hear gatsby's little secret. He has a little get together with his friend miss baker
He showed a policeman his oxford card he wasnt lying
He saw a rich car with "negroes" they looked at gatby and nick. Nick was laughing at their proud rivalry.
Gatsby and nick have lunch.
Gatsby bought his house so Daisy was across the way

MODERNIST PROJECT

This is my new photo I made.

As time comes, we will learn that the way we live is so Modern.. but yet so primitive.

MAPLAN HAACK!

I would love to make a mind map with a the Author's credo. i am reading a free book of George on  google store. and  I want to put his biography with some good stuff because we... he was a ladies man. So it would be a little interesting, put out some quotes and pictures and how his book actually felt and how it was, what he affected in his lifetime ( he got a nobel prize took the trophy and rejected the money, he was writing for the people strictly)

I am... (Modernist Project)

I am respectful to all woman and men.

I am helping rights become more enforced for the species not race, nor gender.

I am a man in a child's mind.

I am what I created not what I found.

I am Athiest.

Rise Against - Re-Education (Through Labor) (Uncensored)

Don't remember *forgot to post this vocab.

Adroit; Clever or skillful in using the hands or mind.
Amicable; of relations between people) Having a spirit of friendliness; witho
Belligerent; Hostile and aggressive
Benevolent: Well meaning and kindly.
Cursory; Hasty and therefore not thorough or detailed
Duplicity; Deceitfulness; double-dealing
Extol: Praise enthusiasticallyut serious disagreement or rancor.
Averse; Having a strong dislike of or opposition to something
Feasible; Possible to do easily or conveniently
Grimace; A twisted expression on a person's face, typically expressing disgust, pain, or wry amusement.
Holocaust: Destruction or slaughter on a mass scale
Impervious; Not allowing something to pass through; not penetrable
Impetus The force or energy or momentum with which a body moves
Jeopardy; Danger of loss, harm, or failure
Meticulous; Showing great attention to detail; very careful and precise.
Nostalgia; A sentimental longing for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
Quintessence: The most perfect or typical example of a quality or class
Retrogress: Go back to an earlier state, typically a worse one
Scrutinize: Examine or inspect closely and thoroughly

Poetry from four years ago. Today I understand what it all means.

My Modernism Five Years Ago

Five years ago my vocabulary wasn't as good as today! I knew a lot of things mostly because of this band named "Rise Against" they showed me a lot of poetic justice but I couldn't explain how it all helped me understand how cruel this world to others with my own words. Today the world around me has changed much too fast for me, I have figured out a lot of things I am traumatized by harmful facts of our "humane" way of life and I'm just straight out disappointed for my generation today. But three years ago I was more poetic with words, now I am not as sturdy or confident in the words I choose today. Friends say I am too smart with these "big" words, but I see myself the same, just less fun. I have changed over the past five years, and so has my vocabulary.

My Modernist

My Modernist I would like to study is George Bernard Shaw because he was a very virtuous man, he supported the woman's rights, wrote a book about it and won a Noble Prize, kept the trophy but didn't want the money at all.

THEY ARE JUST TOURISTS! I SWEAR! (FUNNY)

Islam vs Christianity (Warning- This is a FUNNY!)

VOCAB!

Brouhaha; A noisy critical response, a display of interest, trail of publicity.
Cloy; Disgust or stricken by sweetness and richness.
Demeanor; Outward behavior or bearing.
Deference; Humble submission and respect
Enigmatic; Difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious.
Definitive; Reliable source.

Bumptious; Proud in an irritated degree. (Cocky)

Choleric; Easily angered.

Bulwark; A solid wall-like structure raised for defense.

Curtail; Reduce in quantity; restrict.

Adamant; An extremely hard substance.

Profligate; Wasteful in resources.

Mawkish; Sentimental in a sickly way.

Thwart; Prevent someone from accomplishing something.

Onus; Used to refer to something that is one's duty or responsibilityRequisite; NeedfulMollify; Appease the anger or anxiety of (someone).Sartorial; Relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress.Presentiment; An intuitive feeling about the future.Impromptu; Random party.Forbearance; Patience.Remit; Pardon 
Requisite; NeedfulMollify; Appease the anger or anxiety of (someone).Sartorial; Relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress.Presentiment; An intuitive feeling about the future.Impromptu; Random party.Forbearance; Patience.Remit; Pardon 

Requisite; NeedfulMollify; Appease the anger or anxiety of (someone).Sartorial; Relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress.Presentiment; An intuitive feeling about the future.Impromptu; Random party.Forbearance; Patience.Remit; Pardon Requisite; NeedfulMollify; Appease the anger or anxiety of (someone).Sartorial; Relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress.Presentiment; An intuitive feeling about the future.Impromptu; Random party.Forbearance; Patience.Remit; Pardon 

BOB I

I've seen a lot of blogs for the past month and saw not many making much progress, and others who show out with great poems, awesome thoughts, remixes, a lot of things that tell me about this persons characteristics and how they think about a certain topic. For those who haven't posted anything on their blogs ... YOU CAN'T READ MEEHH... ._.

ESSAY POSTGAME ANALYSIS

I think I did alright, not the best work I've done but I like the fact that I finished at least 10 or 15 minutes after the bell rang, I'm proud of my integrity and hopefully stuck to my thesis and made as clear as I possibly can. What i really need to fix and patch up in a *360 view is my idea plot that would go with my thesis.  My Grade should be a A-B+ because I stayed even more time to finish off what i started and went through with it.

So Dr. Preston should we do this for our poems (to memorize?) for now on ;D

Watch the very first five minutes of this and you will start thinking!!!

THE PEEVED PEDESTRIAN

I am pretty sure where he get's the idea of this book, he probably just got Peeved from Repetition every single day of his life. "Machine Men With Machine Minds", is what he literally is saying... I actually picture him as a activist in a book, he literally see's how improved we are but still we aren't as open or wise as we actually should be. He is trying to open our Mind's to something that could happen... when he points out every day of the week and 1,2,3,4,5, he literally was speaking about every day insanity. When Montag meets Clarisse she was an "odd one" because she wasn't thinking like him. She questioned everything around her and was curious for everything. She even looks up at the moon when literally nobody pays any attention to the moon anymore. Ray Bradbury pointed out Symbolism , Irony. ( Irony: When they had a robotic hound that is works without asking and does as ordered every single day ... Guy Montag was also like that.)

I'M A POET AND I KNOW IT

Will we ever be able to save ourselves?

Are we even doing anything about poverty?

Can we fix our problems we started by thinking the same way we started them?

Do we have levels of understanding ,

Blinded by our own lies we stand for nothing.

Everyday I feel like I'm bleeding ,

Colors of what blood isn't,

Blue, Green, Even a pleasant scent of seaweed,

Are you right that two plus two equal's four,

Or do you accept it as if it were to be.

Like burning little pieces of imagination created for various of reasons for us to be free in our own minds.

Everything created by man can't be solved by reflecting it by the same point of view

 but to climb over that wall and see what was behind...

Echo's of idea's left undone,

or is it all nonsense with fake facts taught by the unnatural "human",

Dimensions where we choose to live in 

Does it fit in with others,

Do we need to blame ourselves just because of it's a convenience?

We will never be right..

Is that our nature.. 

Not to question, but too follow.

If it is will we ever bright.

Even in a dark room..

Do you see me?

I found out I was a Poet

Human nature?
or human behavior.
Is it to lure,
or is it to be pure..
Are we right to think he's wrong
or was he pure all along?

To be yourself or not to be yourself,
to show yourself or hide,
am I here to dominate,
or am I to help?
Are you a old me,
A new me,
Are we connected?
Holding hands walking towards a spectrum with prosperity?

Sometimes I wonder...
Are we the same in different time periods,
or are we stuck in a rotation that will never excel again,
Sometimes I wonder...
Why, What, Who, Where, When,
Will we realize and stop?
Sometimes I wonder...
Are we really what we say?
or are we an exact contradiction.of what we picture ourselves as.

9-Yr-Old Prodigy Explains "God Particle"- what are we doing in school!?

Self-taught African Teen Wows M.I.T.- Educated Man?

Why I Hate School But Love Education||Spoken Word -Education is the KEY

Charlie Chaplin Speech 1940 final speech The Great Dictator

 I'm sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible- jewish, Gentile, black men, white…

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others’ happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind.

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery ,we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.

Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say “Do not despair.”

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder!

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men—machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have a love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate!

Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.

Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it’s written “the kingdom of God is within man”, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power.

Let us all unite.

Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill their promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people!

Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance!

Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite"!

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Charlie Chaplin Speech Share & Unite

Spring Post; Music As Literature

Music is another form of art like literature, it connects us even when we don't realize it, it's one of those things we do to actually know each other. They actually have some similarities like well being a form of art, they tell a story and it puts in thought to write the lyrics/poetry. Even if the song has no lyrics, it has some way of a message. I think they are telling stories about themselves and showing who they are and how they feel. Music has so many ranges and shapes, while literature is meaningful and is as inspirational just like the live tempo of music witch gives us the same ranges of profitable meaning like poetry. Music tells us that everything is going to be okay or inspiration that you can do better, even lyrics that actually tell us how they think like Axwell-In My mind , in this video it shows us how special we are, and that music can relate to literature. So does poetry like The Human Mind-Egal Bohen witch is amazing because it all comes from an idea in our mind to show others how we actually communicate.The possibility of knowing that; that poem can tune in with that song's tempo and beat is just pure magic!  That is why I think music is as artistic as literature, art, and video, they have power ...if they have meaning...