This document provides the lyrics to 7 songs from Manuel de Falla's Siete Canciones Populares Españolas. The songs depict different scenes and emotions from Spanish folk music traditions, including a stained cloth for sale, warnings against hypocrisy, a pine tree that weeps with the singer, a farewell to a lover, a lullaby, the pain of love's betrayal, and secretly kept inner sorrow.
An homage to Maria Irene Fornes, Jornadas Internacionales de la Mujer UCM 2014anafcaparros
These Slides accompanied the paper titled "Contemporary American Women Playwrights’ Transatlantic Odes to Lightness: An homage to Maria Irene Fornes and her disciples in the form of a collage of fragmented reflections, pictures and poems", presented at XI International Conference on Women’s Studies GENDER STUDIES: TRANSATLANTIC VISIONS, Universidad Complutense de Madrid 8-10 April 2014. The publication of the paper is forthcoming.
Selina Nwulu’s frank debut is a catalogue of dichotomies and an exploration of unbelonging as she straddles cultures, politics, and values, seeking identity. In the itchy-footed job-seeker, the independent romantic or the disillusioned activist, she strives to reconcile the warring elements of her character.
Sweat-borne Secrets by Sally Jenkinson SAMPLEBurning Eye
This short collection confirms Sally Jenkinson as a poet of great talent. In the twelve poems presented here she demonstrates an individual voice that many a more seasoned poet would kill for. This is poetry from the messy world of real life, where going through the mill and the mire ‘Stellared, smoking, sinning, choking’, is all part of the party. Sally has an exceptional ability to capture a moment not only as a well crafted image but as an adept evocation of the emotion we feel in our hearts and stomachs. A confident debut from a poet whose name will become familiar.
Talk you round till dusk by Rebecca Tantony sampleClive Birnie
Every one of us is a complex and beautifully woven fabric of stories, and whether we tell them or not, there are no measuring tapes or weighing scales to speak of their worth. Talk You Round Till Dusk is a collection of tiny stories and big ideas celebrating the wonder of the moment. It’s about those journeys in a car driving across a desert, or walking from the bedroom to the kitchen, where we discover that what we have is enough. Stories so small they fit in the palm of a hand, yet carry the weight of the world with them.
Talk You Round Till Dusk is a collaboration between spoken word artist Rebecca Tantony and illustrator Anna Higgie. In a mix of flash-non-fiction, short stories, poetry and 16 full page colour illustrations, Rebecca and Anna take us on on a philosophical road trip from Bristol to Andalucía, Nicosia, India, San Francisco, Death Valley and Mexico.
An homage to Maria Irene Fornes, Jornadas Internacionales de la Mujer UCM 2014anafcaparros
These Slides accompanied the paper titled "Contemporary American Women Playwrights’ Transatlantic Odes to Lightness: An homage to Maria Irene Fornes and her disciples in the form of a collage of fragmented reflections, pictures and poems", presented at XI International Conference on Women’s Studies GENDER STUDIES: TRANSATLANTIC VISIONS, Universidad Complutense de Madrid 8-10 April 2014. The publication of the paper is forthcoming.
Selina Nwulu’s frank debut is a catalogue of dichotomies and an exploration of unbelonging as she straddles cultures, politics, and values, seeking identity. In the itchy-footed job-seeker, the independent romantic or the disillusioned activist, she strives to reconcile the warring elements of her character.
Sweat-borne Secrets by Sally Jenkinson SAMPLEBurning Eye
This short collection confirms Sally Jenkinson as a poet of great talent. In the twelve poems presented here she demonstrates an individual voice that many a more seasoned poet would kill for. This is poetry from the messy world of real life, where going through the mill and the mire ‘Stellared, smoking, sinning, choking’, is all part of the party. Sally has an exceptional ability to capture a moment not only as a well crafted image but as an adept evocation of the emotion we feel in our hearts and stomachs. A confident debut from a poet whose name will become familiar.
Talk you round till dusk by Rebecca Tantony sampleClive Birnie
Every one of us is a complex and beautifully woven fabric of stories, and whether we tell them or not, there are no measuring tapes or weighing scales to speak of their worth. Talk You Round Till Dusk is a collection of tiny stories and big ideas celebrating the wonder of the moment. It’s about those journeys in a car driving across a desert, or walking from the bedroom to the kitchen, where we discover that what we have is enough. Stories so small they fit in the palm of a hand, yet carry the weight of the world with them.
Talk You Round Till Dusk is a collaboration between spoken word artist Rebecca Tantony and illustrator Anna Higgie. In a mix of flash-non-fiction, short stories, poetry and 16 full page colour illustrations, Rebecca and Anna take us on on a philosophical road trip from Bristol to Andalucía, Nicosia, India, San Francisco, Death Valley and Mexico.
ゲームシナリオ構成論 The Method for the game sinario writings for multi-ending adventur...小林 信行
This paper is the resume for the class of game scenario construction method for young planners at VANTAN Game Academy from October, 2011 to February, 2012.
2011年10月~2012年2月にバンタンゲームアカデミーにてプランナー志望者対象にシナリオ構成法の講座を持った時の資料用レジュメをまとめたものです。
【2015/07/01追記】
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ゲームシナリオ構成論 The Method for the game sinario writings for multi-ending adventur...小林 信行
This paper is the resume for the class of game scenario construction method for young planners at VANTAN Game Academy from October, 2011 to February, 2012.
2011年10月~2012年2月にバンタンゲームアカデミーにてプランナー志望者対象にシナリオ構成法の講座を持った時の資料用レジュメをまとめたものです。
【2015/07/01追記】
このレジュメが生まれた背景をtogetterから引用しておきます。
この手のものは実践重視ですので、なんでこんなものが生まれたのかを知らないとあまり意味がないからです。
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http://togetter.com/li/52336
http://togetter.com/li/124701
http://togetter.com/li/236653
http://togetter.com/li/720504
DLは一部インターネットから引用している図があるので、ごめんなさい<(_>
25 poems by Li-Young Lee1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS2. Early i.docxtamicawaysmith
25 poems by Li-Young Lee
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
2. Early in the Morning
3. Eating Alone
4. The Gift
5. A Story
6. The Hammock
7. Mnemonic
8. From Blossoms
9. Pillow
10. Mnemonic
11. The Hour and What Is Dead
12. Night Mirror
13. Little Father
14. ONE HEART
15. Station
16. Black Petal
17. From Blossoms
18. A Hymn to Childhood
19. Falling: The Code
20. Nocturne
21. Eating Together
22. I Ask My Mother to Sing
23. This Hour and What Is Dead
24. Immigrant Blues
25. Arise, Go Down
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
No easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.
Song, wisdom, sadness. Joy: sweetness
equals three of any of these gravities.
See a peach bend
the branch and strain the stem until
it snaps.
Hold the peach, try the weight, sweetness
and death so round and snug
in your palm.
And, so, there is
The weight of memory:
Windblown, a rain-soaked
bough shakes, showering
the man and the boy.
They shiver in delight,
and the father lifts from his son’s cheek
one green leaf
fallen like a kiss.
The good boy hugs a bag of peaches
his father has entrusted
to him.
Now he follows
his father, who carries a bagful in each arm.
See the look on the boy’s face
as his father moves
faster and farther ahead, while his own steps
flag, and his arms grow weak, as he labors
under the weight
of peaches.
2. Early in the Morning
While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher’s ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.
But I know
it is because of the way
my mother’s hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.
18. Falling: The Code
1.
Through the night
the apples
outside my window
one by one let go
their branches and
drop to the lawn.
I can’t see, but hear
the stem-snap, the plummet
through leaves, then
the final thump against the ground.
Sometimes two
at once, or one
right after another.
During long moments of silence
I wait
and wonder about the bruised bodies,
the terror of diving through air, and
think I’ll go tomorrow
to find the newly fallen, but they
all look alike lying there
dewsoaked, disappearing before me.
2.
I lie beneath my window listening
to the sound of apples dropping in
the yard, a syncopated code I long to know,
which continues even as I sleep, and dream I know
the meaning of what I hear, each dull
thud of unseen apple-
body, the earth
falling to earth
once and forever, over
and over.
3. Eating Alone
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions.
The garden is bare now. The ...
The Failed Idealist's Guide to the Tatty Truth by Fergus McGonigalBurning Eye
Fergus McGonigal takes Ogden Nash’s notion of a poem being an essay which rhymes and targets the unsentimental truth about parenthood, pseudo-intellectual pretentiousness and pomposity, and what happens when the idealism of youth has given way to the disappointment of middle-age. As you would expect of a slam veteran, Fergus’s poems are comic entertainments but beneath the manic laughter there always lies a grain of familiar truth.
‘Fergus McGonigal reaches the parts which other poets cannot reach’
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‘Bold, brash and brilliant!’
WORCESTER LITFEST AND FRINGE
‘Vibrant, wild and funny, and that’s just his hair. Fergus McGonigal is a poet and performer of verve, energy and pizzaz. Shame he can’t spell his name properly.’
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English 1002 Midterm ExamPart I (worth 70 pts) For each qu.docxSALU18
English 1002: Midterm Exam
Part I (worth 70 pts): For each quotation, identify the author and title of the work and provide a short explanation of the quote’s significance. Connect the quote to the theme(s) of the work.
“Lot of people offering her the stuff didn’t think no-arms-no-legs people had a right to their very own Philosophy and should be grateful for all that hardware which was going to make their pitiful amputated lives that much more bearable.”
“You’re better off without it. Drive it out or drown it out, that’s the sensible thing to do.”
“Isn’t life just one big, long emergency, happening very, very slowly?”
“When you correct others don’t humiliate them. Show them new tenderness; then they will humble themselves.”
“You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.”
“As it goes on, you’re expecting this zen, wholegrain feeling to steal over you…but what you actually get is…just a different kind of noise.”
“When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease—of the joy that kills.”
Part II (worth 30 pts): Answer three of the five questions below. Include in your answer as much specific evidence from the plays as you can.
Explain the irony of the title of Susan Glaspell’s Trifles.
Explain the symbolism of the bird in Trifles.
In what way is the Christmas tree from A Doll’s House symbolic?
Compare and contrast the relationship between Krogstad and Mrs. Linde with the Helmers’ relationship.
What is the “miracle” that Nora keeps waiting for in A Doll’s House, but gives up on when she leaves?
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A DOLL'S HOUSE
by Henrik Ibsen
1879
translated by William Archer
CHARACTERS
TORVALD HELMER.
NORA, his wife.
DOCTOR RANK.
MRS. LINDEN. *
NILS KROGSTAD.
THE HELMERS' THREE CHILDREN.
ANNA, *(2) their nurse.
A MAID-SERVANT (ELLEN).
A PORTER.
The action passes in Helmer's house (a flat) in Christiania.
* In the original "Fru Linde."
*(2) In the original "Anne-Marie."
ACT FIRST
A room, comfortably and tastefully, but not expensively, furnished.
In the back, on the right, a door leads to the hall; on the left another door leads to HELMER’s study. Between the two doors
a pianoforte. In the middle of the left wall a door, and nearer the front a window. Near the window a round table with armchairs and
a small sofa. In the right wall, somewhat to the back, a door, and against the same wall, further forward, a porcelain stove; in front
of it a couple of arm-chairs and a rocking-chair. Between the stove and the side-door a small table. Engravings on the walls. A what-
not with china and bric-a-brac. A small bookcase filled with handsomely bound books. Carpet. A fire in the stove. It is a w ...
Module 1 Readings: Young Love
1. Christopher Marlowe, “The Passionate Shepherd to his Love” 2
2. Sir Walter Ralegh, “The Nymph’s Reply” 3
3. William Shakespeare, “Prologue” from Romeo and Juliet 4
4. William Shakespeare, “First kiss,” Act 1, scene 5 from Romeo and Juliet 4
5. Emily Brontë, “I am Heathcliff,” Ch. 9 from Wuthering Heights 14
6. Virginia Woolf, “Clarissa’s Memories of Sally Seton,” from Mrs. Dalloway 29
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1. Christopher Marlowe, “The Passionate Shepherd to his Love”
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
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2. Sir Walter Ralegh, “The Nymph’s Reply”
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
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3. William Shakespeare, “Prologue” from Romeo and Juliet
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; ...
5. He who has
a house of glass
should not throw stones
at the neighbour's.
We are like muleteers;
It could be that
on the road we will meet!
For your great inconstancy
I compare you
to a peseta that runs
from hand to hand;
which finally blurs,
and, believing it false,
no one will accept it!
7. To see whether it would console me,
I drew near a green pine,
To see whether it would console me.
Seeing me weep, it wept;
And the pine, being green,
Seeing me weep, wept.
9. They say we don't love each other
Because they never see us talking
But they only have to ask
Both your heart and mine.
Now I bid you farewell
Your house and your window too
And even . . . your mother
Farewell, my sweetheart
Until tomorrow.
11. Go to sleep, Child, sleep,
Sleep, my soul,
Go to sleep, little star
Of the morning.
Lulla-lullaby,
Lulla-lullaby,
Sleep, little star
Of the morning
13. Because your eyes are traitors
I will hide from them
You don't know how painful
It is to look at them.
“Mother, I feel worthless,
Mother.”
They say they don't love me
And yet once
They did love me
“Love has been lost
In the air
Mother, all is lost
It is lost, Mother.”
15. Ay!
I keep a . . . (Ay!)
I keep a . . . (Ay!)
I keep a sorrow in my breast,
I keep a sorrow in my breast
Ay!
That to no one will I tell.
Wretched be love, wretched,
Wretched be love, wretched,
Ay!
And he who gave meto understand it!
Ay!