Sunday, 20 May 2012

My English Inquiry Project: Obsession/Where I'm from Poem!

Hey, everyone! I'm in the process of finishing up the book I'm reading now, Flat Out Love by Jessica Parker and I don't think I'm gonna have enough time to review it today. Hopefully, I'll have it finished by tomorrow afternoon so I can review it for you guys tomorrow!

So, instead of a review I thought I would show you guys my video and poem I made for my final English Literature and Composition project!

In the middle of the year we were told to choose an inquiry topic where we would ask the question, "What is the nature of..." My topic I chose was obsession, making my question, "What is the nature of obsession?" We were also supposed to find a book that related to our topic. I chose Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. For our final project we had to use our inquiry in a creative way. We could make a video, make a collage, make a diorama, have a photograph essay, stuff like that. I chose to make a photo video based on my topic. This took me FOREVER to do but I think it turned out really great. So here it is:

For another part of our project we were to make a "Where I'm From Poem" based on a character that was in any of the novels/ short stories we read this year. I chose the little boy, Doodle from the story, The Scarlett Ibis by James Hurst. In my poem I am the voice of him. Doodle was born with a caul which makes him handicapped. I wanted to write about him because I thought it would be interesting for people to see how he deals with his struggles, especially since the story was told in Doodle's brother's view. So, here's my poem:


Where I'm From

I am from go carts,
 from Paris green, and shade from the trees. 
I am from a cautious home. 
(paranoid, worry-some, it smelled like grave yard flowers.)
I am from the wild violets, 
the wire grass, 
that me and Brother would use to weave into necklaces. 

I am from walking celebrations and signs of rain frogs, 
from my doubtful Mama and my pessimistic Daddy 
and over-religous Aunt Nicey.
I am from the frequent doctor visits 
to my every wobbly step being watched. 
From he won't live and being invalid.
I am from strict Christian beliefs, 
where I am believed to become a saint.

I am from North Carolina and cotton fields,
iced tea and fried chicken.
From Daddy building me a little coffin,
and keeping it in the barn loft,
to Brother teaching me to walk.

I am from the Old Woman Swamp,
where I could do and believe in anything.
I am from those memories- 
knowing that I would be gone before I could enjoy life to the fullest,
but still trying anyways. 


I hope you liked both of my pieces for my projects! Let me know in the comments what you think about them! I'd love to hear your feedback!

Hope your day is filled with *SPARKLES*!


Anonymous said...

I am a fan of your Mom's and found this link . The poem you wrote made me cry. YOU, My dear, are a very talented girl!
I am Roberta Stephens I had to sign Anonymous

Jewelz said...

Thank you so much! :)