To me this picture symbolizes how as Pip goes on with his life in london after leaving home his connection with his childhood, and his old home in the marshes is unraveling and with seemingly eventually be severed. It is only barely remembered as he attempts to make a gentleman out of the blacksmith he grew up as. It also shows how even though he is leading a different life in the town that there is still a last remaining strand of the boy he was and all of the things that lead him to the point he is at.
Friday, March 5, 2010
hold on Pip!
To me this picture symbolizes how as Pip goes on with his life in london after leaving home his connection with his childhood, and his old home in the marshes is unraveling and with seemingly eventually be severed. It is only barely remembered as he attempts to make a gentleman out of the blacksmith he grew up as. It also shows how even though he is leading a different life in the town that there is still a last remaining strand of the boy he was and all of the things that lead him to the point he is at.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The first stage
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Importance of Being Earnest...
Friday, January 29, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Berkano's New years resolution
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Animal farm project: Poem
WHEN POWER CORUPTS
Napoleon the boar,
Drove snowball away,
He took control,
In every possible way.
He was greedy for power
And he failed to see,
The impact of his decisions,
And how devastating they could be.
He upped the work,
He cut the rations,
he was the farms new nemesis,
In his very own fashion.
He promised sanctuary to the animals,
And a better life,
That all would be equal,
That all would be right.
But as he said this,
The power addicted him,
He used it to his own benefit,
And failed to view what they had entered in.
The animals believed him,
They had so much hope,
For sugar-candy mountain,
And a land with no ropes.
Their commandments were changed,
Napoleon killed their friends,
He sold the eggs for money,
He broke the hearts of the hens.
He used his power corruptly,
He put himself always first,
Never looked back,
And left the others the worst.
Things are evil when selfishness prevails
When one serves only ones self,
When all pure motives fail.
Things are tragic,
When greed erupts,
When morals collapse,
When power corrupts.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Poetry performances
"Bilingual/Bilingüe" by Rhina P. Espaillat
