Curs: Sonet
Salutari lume, stiu ca v-am promis de ceva zile acel curs. Pentru acele cateva sute de mii care asteptau nerabdatoare… (cred ca vreo 1…) Astazi vom studia sonnetul.
Sonnetul este o poezie cu forma prozodica cu 14 strofe in pentametru iambic. Prin aceasta intelegem masura poeziei. Avem de-a face cu o serie de cinci grupuri de cate doua silabe din care cea de-a doua este accentuata. Puteti vedea ca exemplu: Shall I/ com pare/ thee to/ a sum/ mers day/ … am notat cu / silabele accentuate. Astfel incat avem zece silabe pe vers.
Sonetul poate fi de trei feluri, petrarcan (sau italienesc), shakespearian(sau englezesc) si contemporan. Sonetul a aparut in secolul 14 odata cu poetul italian Francesco Petrarca si a intrat in Marea Britanie odata cu Thomas Wyat in secolul 16. Insa a ajuns la apogeu prin Shakespeare care a folosit acest soi de poezie foarte mult. Banuiesc ca ati vazut poezia pe care v-am lasat-o in postul de joi seara. (more…)
The Shipwreck Diary (engleza- partea 3)
Day 180 after the crash
I saw you today on the beach sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up. You were sleeping so beautifully. I stood by you the whole day waiting and watching your chocolaty shadow as it caressed the cool golden sand of this superb Atlantic sunset. Your natural spring smell opened my eyes to the beauty that surrounds us, the pink bushes of flowers opened as your shadow fondled them allover. They gave you their smell and made you all the more beautiful in my eyes. I had to go hunting but you still followed me around. I pretended that I didn’t see you but you knew that I was looking for you. Oh the beauty of these spring days makes you happy to be alive. (more…)
The Shipwreck Diary (engleza- partea 2)
Day 30 after the crash
I tried spears, bow and arrows, slings, all sorts of hunting equipment, but the truth is that the rabbit and the fish were much to quick for me. So I practiced with them. I stood hours at a time shooting a tree from bigger and bigger distances. I stood in the water trying to catch something for a whole day, but I didn’t get anything. The frustration and the thought of dying overwhelmed me in such a way. I had not eaten anything but the remains of food that I could get hold of from the plain. 16 days I stood without decent food, just one or two biscuits per day. But I finally managed to shoot an arrow and use a spear.
It seems that there aren’t any predators around here. There is no big game either. There are a lot of birds and all sorts of fish but no big game. Lots of rabbits as well, very many rabbits. I finally learnt how to start a fire without matches. That was my problem for the last couple of days. They only last for that long. You take a plane piece of wood, on which you put some hay or something similar. You then spin a stick on the wood and as the hay gets red hot you throw it over the pile for burning.
The Shipwreck Diary (engleza- partea 1)
Probably a few hours after the crash
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Something happened there. It isn’t possible for it to just crash. I didn’t do anything wrong. I am all alone. Fuck. I didn’t have to do this. Why did I do this? It was horrible; the sound was just to horrifying. The crash, oh my god. Fuck. I can’t even think. And he said I shouldn’t do it. He said so. He fucking said it’s too dangerous without him. Fuck I’m stupid. Oh my god. What am I going to do now? I cannot survive here alone. What can I eat? Where will I sleep? Oh my god. I am dead. I will be dead. I am going to die. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Curs: Raspunsurile mele
Aici sunt raspunsurile mele la exercitiile pe care vi le-am aratat ieri. Sunt doar niste exemple. Ale voastre pot fi de mii de ori mai frumoase ca ale mele sau diferite in toate felurile. Nu trebuie sa le luati decat ca pe un simplu exemplu. Nu prea exista bine si rau in asta. E Fiecare cu stilul lui.
1. Va voi pune aici doar ce am scris eu pentru simtul pipaitului:
I remember I had a small green toy made out of a rubber baloon filled with flour. I always had the fealing that my fingers would sink in too much as I pressed hard into it’s core. The exterior packing had a firm grip on my fingers but the flour used to slip inside from one place to the other until it changed form alltogether.
2. The trees swayed at side of the road as Richard drove. He was tired and still thinking of his wife sleeping in bed as the sun came up.
The late autumn trees with their rusty old crowns swayed in the fast winds of the october days. This fiery ballet of nature nearing the end of the years cycle on the side of the fast gray road on which Richard drove. His eyes grew heavierwith the monotons view of the winter aproaching. He felt the heavy burden of his passed nights on the skin of his face and muscles of his arms and feet. But while engaged in the tiering drive he still couldn’ take his mind of the soft pink skin and rose pettal smell of his beautifull wife sleeping in the sweet caress of the golden rays of light.
