Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Found Poem

The Beast
from Willians Golding's Lord of the Flies,
page numbers:p59, p158, p169,ch12

Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
A song grown from the terror.
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
A dance made by the darkness.

They rose a thick, urgent, blind desire,
kill, in wildness a body falls,
the beast falls,
the creature who has the silver layer and sculptured marble falls.
The broken body moved out to wards the sea.

Was the beast something you could hunt and kill?
No, it's part of you,
the darkness of men's heart,
a darkness that spread.

The dead body becomes the gift for the darkness.
it has rose within the hunters, formed a new beast.

Civilization died with the conch,
Savagery born with the tribe.
Every thing bright and good breaks under the beast's flaming shadow.
What's left is only the desperation and stupidness of human world.




Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Last of The Crazy Pople #1

    The book we are reading is called The Last of the crazy people by Timothy kindled . This is a book about mental illness and  family relationships. The story is locate at town in 1976.The reason for me to choose this book is because want to how could madness occurs one's mind and what is mad people's exhibition . I hope human can find a way to guide people's spirit. I also expects there would some rear events happens in this story.