Showing posts with label Excercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Excercise. Show all posts
Friday, June 8, 2007
Excercise III Douglass
I will venture to assert that my friend Mr. Nathan Johnson, of whom I can say with a grateful heart “I was hungry, and he gave me meat. I was thirsty and he gave me drink. I was a stranger, and he took me in lived in a neater house, dined at a better table, read more and better understood the moral, religious, and political character of the nation than nine-tenths of the slaveholders in Talbot County, Maryland.
Excercise V. Mary Shelley's Interjections
Such were the professors words, rather let me say such the words of the fate enounced to destroy me. As he went on, I felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy. One by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being. Chord after chord was sounded, and soon my mind was filled with one thought, one conception, one purpose. "So much has been done"; exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein. More far more will I achieve treading in the steps already marked. I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
Excercise V. Mary Shelley's Interjections
I closed not my eyes that night, my internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil. I felt that order would thence arise, but I had no power to produce it by degrees. After the mornings dawn sleep came. I awoke and my yester nights thoughts were as a dream. There only remained a resolution to return to my ancient studies, and to devote myself to a science for which I believed myself to possess a natural talent.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Punctuating Interjections and Lists
Melroes0914 has kindly contributed a paragraph that has some hard-to-punctuate lists and interjections. I have edited it a little so the class can re-solve some of the issues. Everyone should have a look at this for next week:
During the Vietnam War, some of the many men, and women faced emotional, mental, and or physical concerns. The movie, Apocalypse Now (directed by Francis Ford Coppola) portrays a sense of lunacy in certain of the scenes, and characters throughout the film. The main character, Willard, (Martin Sheen)), and the boat crew members, Chef, Chief, Lance, and Clean, help guild Willard up the river to complete his classified mission. In search of Colonel Kurtz, a former Green Beret, Willard; Chief; Chef; and Lance are always alert, as they travel through the Vietnamese jungle up the Nung River to let Willard complete his mission, execute Kurtz.
MLA Documentation Excercise
Create an MLA Bibliography from these Statements --
(We may not get ot this until next week)
Last week I finished Sophie Wilkins translation of Robert Musil's book, "The Man Without Qualities." It was published on the eastern seaboard of the United States by Alfred Knopf in New York in 1994. I'm thinking of citing a statement by the character Clarisse on page 1061 of the second volume.
I may refer to an editorial cartoon, copyright 1976 by Eduardo del Rio, who calls himself Rius. I found the cartoon in a book called La trukulenta historia del kapitalismo in the thirteenth edition, published in 1988 by a company called Editorial Posada, which gives its address as La Otra Banda No. 74 in Col. Tizapan San Angel, Deleg. Alvaro Obregon, CP 01090, Mexico, DF, which I know is located in Mexico City, Mexico.
On the one hundred eighty-fourth page of the first volume of the Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, I found a poem called The Pot of Flowers which was originally collected in 1923 in his book Spring and All. Williams himself owns the copyright. I can't find the original publisher of Spring and All, but my edition of C.P. was put out in New York, like so many things, by an establishment called New Directions, and it was edited by A. Walton Litz and Christopher MacGowan. The collection was first published in 1986, and my edition is the first paperback edition, published in 1991. Robert Pinsky reviewed the book well, writing for the New York Times Book Review in 1991.
Last night I accessed an online literary journal at http://www.chapman.edu/comm/english/onyx/. I found a strange story with pictures called the blue door. The exact address was
http://www.chapman.edu/comm/english/onyx/backissues/summer98/theBlueDoor.htm
Other information elsewhere on the site lists a Joe Bryon as the sole author of the text. No translator or editor is mentioned, though the site lists itself as having been edited "under the direction of" someone named Pamela Ezell, who is listed as the pro-tem director of a creative writing program at a Chapman University. No specific date is given for the publication of the issue in question. Accessing the site at www.chapman.edu/, I found information that the university itself is in Orange, California.
Tony Cohan reads his book On Mexican Time in three cassettes published by Random House in New York, New York in May of 2000. Random House sells its audiobooks at www.randomhouse.com/audio. The audio version was abridged with the author's approval from a print version published in the same year and available from Broadway Books, also in New York.
While watching a PBS video last Sunday, I was surprised to hear yet another relevant comment. The video series is called Secrets of the Ocean Realm, and the comment was made during a section entitled Filming Secrets. It was produced by Howard Hall Productions and directed by Howard Hall himself. It lasts sixty minutes and has been published on Time Warner Home Video in New York City. I checked it out of the Santa Ana Library last week, but I can't seem to find an author of text, an editor, or a publication date anywhere on this worn and water-damaged package.
A Website I checked out referred to an old national geographic, and I looked up the article in question in Volume 188, No. 2, published in August of 1995 by the National Geographic Society in Washington DC. The article was titled The African Roots of Voodoo, lists Angela Fisher and Carol Beckwith as both authors and photographers, though I suspect they must have divided the labor somehow.
(We may not get ot this until next week)
Last week I finished Sophie Wilkins translation of Robert Musil's book, "The Man Without Qualities." It was published on the eastern seaboard of the United States by Alfred Knopf in New York in 1994. I'm thinking of citing a statement by the character Clarisse on page 1061 of the second volume.
I may refer to an editorial cartoon, copyright 1976 by Eduardo del Rio, who calls himself Rius. I found the cartoon in a book called La trukulenta historia del kapitalismo in the thirteenth edition, published in 1988 by a company called Editorial Posada, which gives its address as La Otra Banda No. 74 in Col. Tizapan San Angel, Deleg. Alvaro Obregon, CP 01090, Mexico, DF, which I know is located in Mexico City, Mexico.
On the one hundred eighty-fourth page of the first volume of the Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, I found a poem called The Pot of Flowers which was originally collected in 1923 in his book Spring and All. Williams himself owns the copyright. I can't find the original publisher of Spring and All, but my edition of C.P. was put out in New York, like so many things, by an establishment called New Directions, and it was edited by A. Walton Litz and Christopher MacGowan. The collection was first published in 1986, and my edition is the first paperback edition, published in 1991. Robert Pinsky reviewed the book well, writing for the New York Times Book Review in 1991.
Last night I accessed an online literary journal at http://www.chapman.edu/comm/english/onyx/. I found a strange story with pictures called the blue door. The exact address was
http://www.chapman.edu/comm/english/onyx/backissues/summer98/theBlueDoor.htm
Other information elsewhere on the site lists a Joe Bryon as the sole author of the text. No translator or editor is mentioned, though the site lists itself as having been edited "under the direction of" someone named Pamela Ezell, who is listed as the pro-tem director of a creative writing program at a Chapman University. No specific date is given for the publication of the issue in question. Accessing the site at www.chapman.edu/, I found information that the university itself is in Orange, California.
Tony Cohan reads his book On Mexican Time in three cassettes published by Random House in New York, New York in May of 2000. Random House sells its audiobooks at www.randomhouse.com/audio. The audio version was abridged with the author's approval from a print version published in the same year and available from Broadway Books, also in New York.
While watching a PBS video last Sunday, I was surprised to hear yet another relevant comment. The video series is called Secrets of the Ocean Realm, and the comment was made during a section entitled Filming Secrets. It was produced by Howard Hall Productions and directed by Howard Hall himself. It lasts sixty minutes and has been published on Time Warner Home Video in New York City. I checked it out of the Santa Ana Library last week, but I can't seem to find an author of text, an editor, or a publication date anywhere on this worn and water-damaged package.
A Website I checked out referred to an old national geographic, and I looked up the article in question in Volume 188, No. 2, published in August of 1995 by the National Geographic Society in Washington DC. The article was titled The African Roots of Voodoo, lists Angela Fisher and Carol Beckwith as both authors and photographers, though I suspect they must have divided the labor somehow.
Chavez Gets Control of Oil Companies in Venezuela
PUERTO PIRITU, Venezuela (Reuters) - Venezuela stripped the world's biggest oil companies of operational control over massive Orinoco Belt crude projects on Tuesday, a vital move in President Hugo Chavez's nationalization drive.
The May Day takeover came exactly a year after Bolivian President Evo Morales, a leftist ally of Chavez, startled investors by ordering troops to seize his country's gas fields, accelerating Latin America's struggle to reclaim resources.
"The importance of this is that we are taking back control of the Orinoco Belt which the president rightly calls the world's biggest crude reserve," said Marco Ojeda, an oil union leader before a planned rally to mark the transfer.
The four projects are valued at more than $30 billion and can convert about 600,000 barrels per day (bpd) of heavy, tarry crude into valuable synthetic oil.
U.S. companies ConocoPhillips, Chevron, Exxon Mobil, Britain's BP, Norway's Statoil and France's Total agreed to obey a decree to transfer operational control on Tuesday, although the OPEC nation complained ConocoPhillips was somewhat resistant.
In Puerto Piritu, near the facilities that refine Orinoco crude, workers prepared early on Tuesday to celebrate the takeovers, displaying Venezuelan red, blue and yellow flags and daubing a wall with Chavez's slogan: "Homeland, Socialism or Death."
The anti-American leader was also in a festive mood before a rally marking what he called the end of an era of U.S.-prescribed policies that opened up the largest oil reserves in the hemisphere to foreign investment.
"Open investment will never return," he said on Monday to thousands of cheering workers dressed in the signature red of his self-styled leftist revolution at a rally for workers rights.
"We are sealing up that open investment era and burying it deep down in the Orinoco oil reserve," he added.
(The whole article is at http://commienews.blogspot.com/2007/05/venezuela-siezes-big-oil-companies.html.)
The May Day takeover came exactly a year after Bolivian President Evo Morales, a leftist ally of Chavez, startled investors by ordering troops to seize his country's gas fields, accelerating Latin America's struggle to reclaim resources.
"The importance of this is that we are taking back control of the Orinoco Belt which the president rightly calls the world's biggest crude reserve," said Marco Ojeda, an oil union leader before a planned rally to mark the transfer.
The four projects are valued at more than $30 billion and can convert about 600,000 barrels per day (bpd) of heavy, tarry crude into valuable synthetic oil.
U.S. companies ConocoPhillips, Chevron, Exxon Mobil, Britain's BP, Norway's Statoil and France's Total agreed to obey a decree to transfer operational control on Tuesday, although the OPEC nation complained ConocoPhillips was somewhat resistant.
In Puerto Piritu, near the facilities that refine Orinoco crude, workers prepared early on Tuesday to celebrate the takeovers, displaying Venezuelan red, blue and yellow flags and daubing a wall with Chavez's slogan: "Homeland, Socialism or Death."
The anti-American leader was also in a festive mood before a rally marking what he called the end of an era of U.S.-prescribed policies that opened up the largest oil reserves in the hemisphere to foreign investment.
"Open investment will never return," he said on Monday to thousands of cheering workers dressed in the signature red of his self-styled leftist revolution at a rally for workers rights.
"We are sealing up that open investment era and burying it deep down in the Orinoco oil reserve," he added.
(The whole article is at http://commienews.blogspot.com/2007/05/venezuela-siezes-big-oil-companies.html.)
John Keats' to Benjamin Bailey, November 22, 1817
"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination -- What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth -- whether it existed before or not -- for I have the same idea of all our passions as of love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential beauty -- in a word, you may know my favorite speculation by my first book and the little song I sent in my last -- which is a representation from the fancy of the provable mode of operating in these matters -- The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream [in Paradise Lost VIII 460-490] -- he awoke and found it truth. I am the more zealous in this affair, because I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning -- and yet it must be -- Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections -- However it may be, O for a life of sensations rather than thoughts! It is 'a vision in the form of youth' a shadow of reality to come . . . "
The "Adam" Keats refers to is a character in John Milton's Paradise Lost, The passages dealing with his dream are in VIII 460-490.
The "Adam" Keats refers to is a character in John Milton's Paradise Lost, The passages dealing with his dream are in VIII 460-490.
Leaves of Grass, Song of Myself 6
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken
soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken
soon out of their laps.
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
An Excercise Corrected
The slide was shot back. The penitent emerged from the side of the box; the farther side was drawn. A woman entered quietly and deftly where the first penitent had knelt. The faint murmur began again.
He could still leave the chapel. He could stand up, put one foot before the other, and walk out softly, and then run-run-run swiftly through the dark streets. He could still escape from the shame. Had it been any terrible crime but that one sin, had it been murder--little fiery flakes fell and touched him at all points: shameful thoughts, shameful words, shameful acts. Shame covered him wholly, like fine glowing ashes falling continually. To say it in words, his soul stifling and helpless would cease to be.
The slide was shot back. A penitent emerged from the farther side of the box. The near side was drawn. A penitent entered where the other penitent had come out. A soft whispering noise floated in vaporous cloudlets out of the box./; It was the woman, soft whispering cloudlets, soft whispering vapor, whispering and vanishing.
He could still leave the chapel. He could stand up, put one foot before the other, and walk out softly, and then run-run-run swiftly through the dark streets. He could still escape from the shame. Had it been any terrible crime but that one sin, had it been murder--little fiery flakes fell and touched him at all points: shameful thoughts, shameful words, shameful acts. Shame covered him wholly, like fine glowing ashes falling continually. To say it in words, his soul stifling and helpless would cease to be.
The slide was shot back. A penitent emerged from the farther side of the box. The near side was drawn. A penitent entered where the other penitent had come out. A soft whispering noise floated in vaporous cloudlets out of the box./; It was the woman, soft whispering cloudlets, soft whispering vapor, whispering and vanishing.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Excercise VI Mary Shelley Again
More spare parts from Frankenstein. Proceed in the interests of science!
it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony i collected the instruments of life around me that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet it was already one in the morning the rain pattered dismally against the panes and my candle was nearly burnt out when by the glimmer of the half extinguished light i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open it breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs
how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavoured to form his limbs were in roportion and i had selected his features as beautiful beautiful great god his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips
it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony i collected the instruments of life around me that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet it was already one in the morning the rain pattered dismally against the panes and my candle was nearly burnt out when by the glimmer of the half extinguished light i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open it breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs
how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavoured to form his limbs were in roportion and i had selected his features as beautiful beautiful great god his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips
Excercise V. Mary Shelley's Interjections
Interjections from Frankenstein, by Mary Wollestonecraft (Godwin) Shelley
These are unpunctuated passages that involve interjections -- that is, the narrator interrupts himself. You may find some of them somewhat awkward even after punctuation.
i will not lead you on unguarded and ardent as i then was
to your destruction and infallible misery
i did not watch the blossom or the expanding leaves sights
which before always yielded me supreme delight so deeply
was i engrossed in my occupation.
there for with your leave my sister i will put some trust in preceding navigators snow and frost are banished
the cold is not excessive if you are wrapped in furs a dress which i have already adopted for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in the veins
i am practically industrious painstaking a workman to execute with perseverance and labour but besides this there is a love for the marvellous a belief in the marvellous intertwined in all my projects which hurries me out of the common pathways of men even to the wild sea and unvisited regions i am about to explore
in the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our swiss home the sublime shapes of the mountains the changes of the seasons tempest and calm the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of our alpine summers she found ample scope for admiration and delight
chance or rather the evil influence the angel of destruction which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment i turned my reluctant steps from my fathers door led me first to m krempe professor of natural philosophy
such were the professors words rather let me say such the words
of the devil of the fate enounced to destroy me.
for a long time i was their only care my mother had much desired to have a daughter but i continued their single offspring when i was about five years old while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor this to my mother was more than a duty it was a necessity a passion remembering what she had suffered and how she had been relieved for her to act in her turn
the guardian angel to the afflicted during one of their walks a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice as being singularly disconsolate while the number of half clothed children gathered about it spoke of penury in its worst shape one day when my father had gone by himself to milan my mother accompanied by me visited this abode she found a peasant and his wife hard working bent down by care and labour distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes among these there was one which attracted my mother far above all the rest she appeared of a different stock the four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants this child was thin and very fair her hair was the brightest living gold and despite the poverty of her clothing seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head her brow was clear and ample her blue eyes cloudless and her lips and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species a being heaven sent and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features
Paragraph - 137 words.
when my father returned from milan he found playing with me
in the hall of our villa a child fairer than pictured cherub
a creature who seemed to shed radiance from her looks and whose form
and motions were lighter than the chamois of the hills the apparition
was soon explained with his permission my mother prevailed
on her rustic guardians to yield their charge to her they were fond
of the sweet orphan her presence had seemed a blessing to them
but it would be unfair to her to keep her in poverty and want
when providence afforded her such powerful protection
they consulted their village priest and the result was
that elizabeth lavenza became the inmate of my parents' house
my more than sisterthe beautiful and adored companion
of all my occupations and my pleasures
Paragraph 185 words
such were the professors words rather let me say such the words of the fate enounced to destroy me as he went on i felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy one by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being
chord after chord was sounded and soon my mind was filled with one thought one conception one purpose so much has been done exclaimed the soul of frankenstein more far more will i achieve treading in the steps already marked i will pioneer a new way
explore unknown powers and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation
i closed not my eyes that night my internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil i felt that order would thence arise but i had no power to produce it by degrees after the mornings dawn sleep came i awoke and my yesternights thoughts were as a dream there only remained a resolution to return to my ancient studies and to devote myself to a science for which i believed myself to possess a natural talent
These are unpunctuated passages that involve interjections -- that is, the narrator interrupts himself. You may find some of them somewhat awkward even after punctuation.
i will not lead you on unguarded and ardent as i then was
to your destruction and infallible misery
i did not watch the blossom or the expanding leaves sights
which before always yielded me supreme delight so deeply
was i engrossed in my occupation.
there for with your leave my sister i will put some trust in preceding navigators snow and frost are banished
the cold is not excessive if you are wrapped in furs a dress which i have already adopted for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in the veins
i am practically industrious painstaking a workman to execute with perseverance and labour but besides this there is a love for the marvellous a belief in the marvellous intertwined in all my projects which hurries me out of the common pathways of men even to the wild sea and unvisited regions i am about to explore
in the majestic and wondrous scenes which surrounded our swiss home the sublime shapes of the mountains the changes of the seasons tempest and calm the silence of winter and the life and turbulence of our alpine summers she found ample scope for admiration and delight
chance or rather the evil influence the angel of destruction which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment i turned my reluctant steps from my fathers door led me first to m krempe professor of natural philosophy
such were the professors words rather let me say such the words
of the devil of the fate enounced to destroy me.
for a long time i was their only care my mother had much desired to have a daughter but i continued their single offspring when i was about five years old while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor this to my mother was more than a duty it was a necessity a passion remembering what she had suffered and how she had been relieved for her to act in her turn
the guardian angel to the afflicted during one of their walks a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice as being singularly disconsolate while the number of half clothed children gathered about it spoke of penury in its worst shape one day when my father had gone by himself to milan my mother accompanied by me visited this abode she found a peasant and his wife hard working bent down by care and labour distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes among these there was one which attracted my mother far above all the rest she appeared of a different stock the four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants this child was thin and very fair her hair was the brightest living gold and despite the poverty of her clothing seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head her brow was clear and ample her blue eyes cloudless and her lips and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species a being heaven sent and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features
Paragraph - 137 words.
when my father returned from milan he found playing with me
in the hall of our villa a child fairer than pictured cherub
a creature who seemed to shed radiance from her looks and whose form
and motions were lighter than the chamois of the hills the apparition
was soon explained with his permission my mother prevailed
on her rustic guardians to yield their charge to her they were fond
of the sweet orphan her presence had seemed a blessing to them
but it would be unfair to her to keep her in poverty and want
when providence afforded her such powerful protection
they consulted their village priest and the result was
that elizabeth lavenza became the inmate of my parents' house
my more than sisterthe beautiful and adored companion
of all my occupations and my pleasures
Paragraph 185 words
such were the professors words rather let me say such the words of the fate enounced to destroy me as he went on i felt as if my soul were grappling with a palpable enemy one by one the various keys were touched which formed the mechanism of my being
chord after chord was sounded and soon my mind was filled with one thought one conception one purpose so much has been done exclaimed the soul of frankenstein more far more will i achieve treading in the steps already marked i will pioneer a new way
explore unknown powers and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation
i closed not my eyes that night my internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil i felt that order would thence arise but i had no power to produce it by degrees after the mornings dawn sleep came i awoke and my yesternights thoughts were as a dream there only remained a resolution to return to my ancient studies and to devote myself to a science for which i believed myself to possess a natural talent
Excercise III Douglass
This is a single paragraph from Frederick Douglass's Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. It's an account of a man's escape from slavery and his struggle to enlighten and free others. But here it's missing punctuation.
Watch this one. It starts slow, but the end is pretty darn complex.
everything looked clean new and beautiful i saw few or no dilapidated houses with poverty-stricken inmates no half-naked children and bare-footed women such as i had been accustomed to see in hillsborough easton st michaels and baltimore the people looked more able stronger healthier and happier than those of maryland i was for once made glad by a view of extreme wealth without being saddened by seeing extreme poverty but the most astonishing as well as the most interesting thing to me was the condition of the colored people a great many of whom like myself had escaped thither as a refuge from the hunters of men i found many who had not been seven years out of their chains living in finer houses and evidently enjoying more of the comforts of life than those of the average slaveholders in maryland i will venture to assert that my friend mr nathan johnson of whom i can say with a grateful heart i was hungry and he gave me meat i was thirsty and he gave me drink i was a stranger and he took me in lived in a neater house dined at a better table read more and better understood the moral religious and political character of the nation than nine-tenths of the slaveholders in talbot county maryland
Watch this one. It starts slow, but the end is pretty darn complex.
everything looked clean new and beautiful i saw few or no dilapidated houses with poverty-stricken inmates no half-naked children and bare-footed women such as i had been accustomed to see in hillsborough easton st michaels and baltimore the people looked more able stronger healthier and happier than those of maryland i was for once made glad by a view of extreme wealth without being saddened by seeing extreme poverty but the most astonishing as well as the most interesting thing to me was the condition of the colored people a great many of whom like myself had escaped thither as a refuge from the hunters of men i found many who had not been seven years out of their chains living in finer houses and evidently enjoying more of the comforts of life than those of the average slaveholders in maryland i will venture to assert that my friend mr nathan johnson of whom i can say with a grateful heart i was hungry and he gave me meat i was thirsty and he gave me drink i was a stranger and he took me in lived in a neater house dined at a better table read more and better understood the moral religious and political character of the nation than nine-tenths of the slaveholders in talbot county maryland
Punctuation Excercises
For those who don't feel comfortable blogging about readings, here's another option. I have started to upload punctuation excercises. They're paragraphs or sentences that are not punctuated. The way to an entry is as follows:
1) Have a look at the excercise and see if you can work out how all of it or part of it should be punctuated. Bear in mind that you're not to change the wording on these, just the punctuation.
2) Write how to resolve one or more punctuation decision in the excercise. Your explanation should include several things:
a) The punctuated passage. Go ahead and give enough of the text, with punctuation, to show what you mean.
b) Any standard rules that were involved in your decision
c) Any references you used. (Copy and paste helpful URL's!)
d) Why your decision is right. Don't just cite the correct, rule, though that's a good start. Explain why the text works better, why it's clearer with that particular piece of punctuation.
1) Have a look at the excercise and see if you can work out how all of it or part of it should be punctuated. Bear in mind that you're not to change the wording on these, just the punctuation.
2) Write how to resolve one or more punctuation decision in the excercise. Your explanation should include several things:
a) The punctuated passage. Go ahead and give enough of the text, with punctuation, to show what you mean.
b) Any standard rules that were involved in your decision
c) Any references you used. (Copy and paste helpful URL's!)
d) Why your decision is right. Don't just cite the correct, rule, though that's a good start. Explain why the text works better, why it's clearer with that particular piece of punctuation.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Excercise PS
Just to be clear, the recent post with the unpunctuated paragraphs is NOT intended as homework. We're going to have a look at punctuating it in class next week, so you can work on punctuating it in the meantime or not, as you prefer.
Excercise
Try punctuating these paragraphs adapted from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce.
the slide was shot back the penitent emerged from the side of the bos the farther side was drawn a woman entered quietly and deftly where the first penitent had knelt the faint murmur began again
he could still leave the chapel he could stand up put one foot before the other and walk out softly and then run run run swiftly through the dark streets he could still escape from the shame had it been any terrible crime but that one sin had it been murder little fiery flakes fell and touched him at all points shameful thoughts shameful words shameful acts shame covered him wholly like fine glowing ashes falling continually to say it in words his soul stiflin and helpless would cease to be
the slide was shot back a penitent emerged from the farther side of the box the near side was drawn a penitent entered where the other penitent had come out a soft whispering noise floated in vaporous cloudlets out of the box it was the woman soft whispering cloudlets soft whispering vapour whispering and vanishing
the slide was shot back the penitent emerged from the side of the bos the farther side was drawn a woman entered quietly and deftly where the first penitent had knelt the faint murmur began again
he could still leave the chapel he could stand up put one foot before the other and walk out softly and then run run run swiftly through the dark streets he could still escape from the shame had it been any terrible crime but that one sin had it been murder little fiery flakes fell and touched him at all points shameful thoughts shameful words shameful acts shame covered him wholly like fine glowing ashes falling continually to say it in words his soul stiflin and helpless would cease to be
the slide was shot back a penitent emerged from the farther side of the box the near side was drawn a penitent entered where the other penitent had come out a soft whispering noise floated in vaporous cloudlets out of the box it was the woman soft whispering cloudlets soft whispering vapour whispering and vanishing
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