Blog task 4: Exploring the mini ipads

1) Poetry App

Poetry app shows all of your favorite poems. On top it has 2 horizontal options the top one has different colors representing the theme of the poems such as passion, boredom, nostalgia, optimist etc. And the bottom one is in grey and black color representing themes such as life, celebrations, aging, event etc. Underneath the 2 horizontal themes are 2 vertical columns on the left side are the different poems and on the right side the poem chosen is shown. Overall, this app is fun and easy to use.

 2) Poetreat app  

Poetreat app is a poetry editor where you write your own poems and   as you write them rhyme are suggested. It also counts the syllables that you write. Poetreat let's you create different your own scheme choosing ABCD. Thus, this app is easy to use.

3) Verses Poetry App

It is a game app that allows you to move and rearrange your text and create poetry. There is a word drawer from which you can choose more words. On the bottom there is an option called mix-tionary buttons that allows you to choose the number and type of words you want to choose. When you are done you can share the poem. Therefore, this app is fun to use.

4) Visual Poetry App

 It is an app that allows you to edit your poem. You can change colors, designs, typefaces. You can also rotate and resize the words. Thus, this app is more of like the visual or how the poetry looks.

5) Visual Poet App

Visual Poet app it is an app where you can choose the layout for your poem and also you can combine imagery and text which you can upload it to any websites. 

6) Choice, Speak, Know, Migration, and       Rattlesnakey Apps.

Those apps are interactive meaning that you can play with the type, you can also touch the background and words are chosen. Thus, those apps are fun to use.

 

7) Werdsmith

It is an app where you can create your own text or poetry any time and anywhere then you can save it.

Blog task 3: recording a poem

Click the link to listen to the poem The Dream By: Alexander Pushkin read by: Consuala Strogoteanu

And if.......by: Mihai Eminescu

And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.

And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.

And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon outblaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.

Love Poem

A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.

Blog task 2: Silliman's blog reocurring theme Beat Poetry

Here is a link to the Beat Poetry theme  http://ronsilliman.blogspot.ca/search/label/Beat%20Poetry

While I was exploring the Silliman's Blog, I came across an interesting reocurring theme called Beat poetry or Beat Generation. Beat poetry happened during 1940's after the World War 2. It happened in New York City and San Francisco. It was a free- form type of writing that includes experimentation with drugs, an interest in Eastern religion, alternative sexualities, Impulsiveness, and no perfection of style. Some of the best known poets at that time were Allen Ginsberg, Phil Whalen, Jack Kerouac, and Gregory Corso. Therefore, the posts on Silliman's blog beat poetry are documentaries, films, books, and motion pictures based on the popular poets at that time. 
                                                                         

Allen Ginsberg

Blog task 2 : Summary on Christian Bök's work with DNA,The Xenotext Works

Christian Bok

Christian Bök was born on August 10, 1966 in Toronto, Canada. He is an experimental Canadian poet. He graduated from Carleton University, he also earned a Ph.D in English from York University, and that is when he became interested in many Canadian poetry writers. Christian Bök got many awards and prizes for his poems. He lives in Alberta and works as a professor of English at the University of Calgary.

The Xenotext project is about creating an example of living poetry. Bök spent more than 9 years and lots of money for the lab work.The way he decided to do that is by encoding a poem into a sequence of DNA in order to implant it into the bacterium called deinococcus radiodurans. This bacterium is one of the most radioresistant organisms known, it can survive, cold, heat, dehydration, vacuum, and acid. Thus, the poem will exist many years even after the explosion of the sun. 

Christian Bök received a confirmation from the laboratory at the University of Calgary that the E.coli caused by gene X-P13 does cause the bacterium to write its own poem. Then, his next step that Bok is planing to do is how to implant the gene X-P13 into the targeted organism Deinococcus radiodurans. 

Rain by Jack Gilbert

Suddenly this defeat.                            
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.



I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.

A Moment Of Happiness by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Cats Sleep Anywhere by Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.

Top of piano, window-ledge, 

In the middle, on the edge.

Open drawer, empty shoe, 

Anybody's lap will do.

Fitted in a cardboard box, 

In the cupboard with your frocks.

Anywhere! They don't care! 

Cats sleep anywhere.

Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost