freewrite 3/30/11

The ealiest  encounter I have with language is my grandmother talling stories to my sister and I about vampires that live in her homeland of Guyanan. HeBeing that yound, her descriptibvve words came alinve in my head as she spoke. We would always beg her to  always beg her to tell us more and more stories. The scariest part is that they were true. Her words scared me to the core and we would all cuddle up and go to sleep . These stories were better tha any book or movie i have seen because they were reaal and her narrating vioce was comfoting to the terrifying details she was conveying. I never forget these stories even though they were told to me at such a young age. sorytelling is such an important part of growing up and i learned alot from the ones she would tell us.

taylor mali

In the video of Taylor Mali performing his piece, I found it very entertaining due to his body language and the way he went about it. While watching it I remember thinking wow, he so right. His delivery matched perfectly with his body language and I felt as though he were talking directly to me.


In the piece where hsi words are heard but he is not seen, I felt a different sensation. It was more like listening to a song and trying to find the rhythm. Since I could not see him saying the words I found myself trying to picture it in my head as I heard it. The arrangement of words on the screen made it so that I focused on the actual words and letters rather than what he was saying and meaning.


I feel that a call to duty message such as his was more affective for me when I saw him perform it in person.

Hubris at Zunzal by Rodney Jones

The moment that I feel the author rejects his own proposition is when he says he "dumped it white into the waves" referring to the coconut milk and 150 proof rum that was in the coconut shell. In ths poem he talks about how sweet it was and how he wished he hadnt lost it leaving me wondering why he dumped it in the first place.