What's your relationship with your reader(s)? 10/26/11

Like oil and water, we dance around each other. The oil is squirted into the glass. You hit the water with a quick intensity, slicing through the molecules like a knife thru soft butter. Immediately you are immersed in the water; H20 molecules entreat and engulf you initially. As time passes, however, you withdraw from the water, recoiling at any contact until you succeed in separating yourself entirely from the H20 molecules. Yet still you remain side-by-side in the same glass; sitting atop the water, pressing down upon the dense mass of liquid below. It is not until you both are violently shaken or stirred that you again interact with the water in a rhythmic dance once again until you calmly recoil, settling in your place atop the water below.

Andrea Gibson- "Love Poem"

this reminded me a lot of the one poem we read...i think it was called "Litany" by Billy Collins? i just noticed a similar pattern the rhetorical moves of this piece and Collins' (see this post for more info on the rhetorical moves in Collins' poem).

My Zero Draft of Project 2 according to Wordle

My body MIGHT BE LIKE... 10/24/11

My body might be like me; it might straddle the line which defines who I am and who I seem [to be] like or appear to be. Although my body has never been home, in some ways it still is the noun that is me. It also might be the verb that destroys the noun that is me, and it also might be the adjective that will destroy the noun that is me.

My body IS NOT LIKE... 10/24/11

series of comparisons, pick 1 & expand upon it.

My body

• is not like me
• is not like a cool bath on a hot summer day
• is not like walking in from the rain
• is not like the comfort of feather-filled pillows or of sinking into your bed after a long, hard day
• is not like home, but is the only place of residency i have ever known
• is not like the soft fur of a rabbit's back or the stride of a lion or tiger, filled with power and grace

My body is not like home, but is the only place of residency I have ever known. There lies no warm, soft bed within my walls, nor is there a dog bounding to the door upon my return. A sloped, sideways grin does not stretch upon my face upon the thought of my body. No ball of joy warms my stomach to sit night after night in my body, nor do I ever sit comfortably in my own skin. I do not wish it to remain as such, forever to be remembered in this way. My body is not where I retreat to in times of [peril] despair or hardship, nor where I go in search of support. My body is not the noun which is affected bby the verb or adjective- it is rather the verb AND adjective which destroys the noun that is me. It is the source of my woe and despair [suffering] and I am afraid it will never be the noun that truly represents me.

A place you feel 2 ways about- Brainstorm

My Body- home since i was born; functions, but never how it should
               - not the home i've ever wanted
               - matches my twins but i always wish it weren't so

• it is like art
• i yearn to change it & make it different. I want to grab hold of it & make it my own
• it's a place i go back to when the day is over and done, only to sleep, but never to dream. never to curl up with a good book in the chilly afternoon. only a place in which i keep my clothes and shoes, but never a place i keep my dreams.

Rhetorical Moves 10/24/11

rhetorical moves: those signals that announce to a reader (independent thinker) that the writer is changing direction- ways to advance an agrument

Billy Collins, "Litany"
stanza 1: define by metaphors
stanza 2: define by the opposite
stanza 3: define by potentiality
stanza 4: "not"
stanza 5: switch to new topic
stanza 6: more about new topic
stanza 7: still more about new topic & return to original topic