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Austin Stroud

Powerful Poems Assignment Fall 2011 - 90 views

I decided on the short poem Dreams by Langston Hughes. I have very little free time these days and often feel overwhelmed between school, work, and life in general (like posting this assignment la...

powerful poems assignment poem

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 17 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 22 Nov 11
Eddie Clem

Engaging Experiments - 70 views

http://diigo.com/user/eddieclem I thought that the process of adding bookmarks was quite easy, after an initial frustration of not being able to find the tools. I eventually went to the HELP menu....

assignment exploration

started by Annette Lamb on 23 Oct 10 23 follow-ups, last by Eddie Clem on 13 Dec 10
Austin Stroud

Groovy Groups Assignment Fall 2011 - 69 views

I made a group called "Job Searching 101" http://groups.diigo.com/group/job-searching-101. When I was job searching prior to landing my current job in April, I maintained a blog on the job search...

groups diigo assignment groovy

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 18 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Austin Stroud

Engaging Experiments Assignment Fall 2011 - 67 views

I added links from within the Ivy Tech Community College website (where I work). I also created an Ivy Tech list. I think that I would find bookmarking and notes helpful for creating lists that I...

engaging experiments assignment groups discussion

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 16 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Austin Stroud

Deep Thoughts Assignment - 37 views

I joined Chris' allmusic group and did a search for a song and shared it with the group. Diigo was very easy to use, but I have discovered that highlighting and notes are a little trickier to do o...

assignment deep thoughts groups discussion

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 14 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Elizabeth Murray

Powerful Poems Assignment Fall 2012 - 28 views

Hi! http://diigo.com/0ued6 My poem is by author Billy Collins who served as US poet laureate from 2000 to 2003. This poem is called Forgetfulness, and I love it because I don't feel as thou...

diigo assignment poetry poem poems

started by Annette Lamb on 12 Aug 12 9 follow-ups, last by Elizabeth Murray on 19 Nov 12
Sara Porter

Daddy- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 4 views

poets.org/...15291

Sylvia Plath fathers and daughters unhappy marriages

shared by Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10 - No Cached
  • You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo
  • You do not do, you do not do Any more
  • Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo .
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      This has been among my favorite poems because of it's graphic stark imagery of the narrator's father. Also, Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite authors. Some of the images are based on her real relationship with her father and her unhappy marriage to writer, Ted Hughes
  • ...18 more annotations...
  • Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      Plath's father, Otto, died in 1940 of complications due to diabetes when Sylvia was 81/2 years old. She said that she feld "a loss of faith after his death."
  • Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend
  • Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
  • An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      More Nazi imagery. The narrator feels oppressed by her father and tortured by his dominance and his death.
  • Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
  • pack
  • The
  • With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And
  • I have always been scared of you,
  • 1Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 20 Nov 10
       
      The Narrator begins to compare her father to a Nazi. It is worth noting that Plath's father came from Poland.
  • You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones
  • would do.
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man
  • But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      The Narrator married a man who she felt was a stand-in for her father. She was unhappy with him as well.
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. 1But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. 1But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed t
  • The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years , if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      Now she compares her father and her husband to vampires. The final stanza about the villagers dancing seems like the end of an old Dracula movie! Plath married Hughes were married in 1956 and had two children. It was unhappy and during a seperation, Plath committed suicide in 1963.
  • Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
     
    This has been among my favorite poems, because of it's stark very graphic imagery of the narrator's father and Plath is one of my favorite authors. Some of the images are based on Plath's real life father, and later her troubled marriage to writer, Ted Hughes.
Emily Miller

Nothing Gold Can Stay- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 3 views

poets.org/...19977

Robert Frost poem

shared by Emily Miller on 15 Nov 10 - No Cached
    • Emily Miller
      Emily Miller on 15 Nov 10
       
      I think Frost is writing about how life is not always perfect. There are definitely wonderful, "gold" moments throughout life. They do not even have to be decadent moments to be perfect. For example, "green" appears as "gold" and a simple leaf is "a flower." It does not last - "only so an hour" before "Eden" sinks. However, dawn does not turn to night but to day. The perfect moment may have passed, the paradise may be gone, but there is still light.
christine plant

Spontaneous Me- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 3 views

www.poets.org/...19407

nature bios poetry

shared by christine plant on 14 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • animals and birds
    • christine plant
      christine plant on 14 Nov 11
       
      Nature AND animals: flora and fauna.
  • oath of procreation I have sworn
    • christine plant
      christine plant on 14 Nov 11
       
      ...not.
  • wet of woods through the early hours
Timothy Collins

A Couple of Choices - 2 views

I actually made a couple of groups to get the feel for it, and I have a lot of varied interests so I thought I'd make an astronomy group for those who are interested in that and then one that deals...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Gretchen Lee

"What Do Women Want?" - 2 views

My powerful poem is "What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio. My bookmark and notes are at http://diigo.com/0dslt. I have never been much of a poetry person partly because I had a painful experienc...

diigo assignment poems poetry notetaking women exploration

started by Gretchen Lee on 22 Nov 10 no follow-up yet
Ashley Dietrick

Engaging Experiments Assignment Fall 2012 - 28 views

Hi everyone, You can see and read more about my bookmarked sites at http://www.diigo.com/user/adietrick The links to these sites are as follows: http://diigo.com/0ugnp - WolframAlpha http://dii...

diigo assignment engaging experiments

started by Annette Lamb on 12 Aug 12 8 follow-ups, last by Ashley Dietrick on 20 Nov 12
Jonathan Gaskill

Four Poems for Robin- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 2 views

www.poets.org/...15435

Snyder poetry nature dreams relationship love loss shame grief

shared by Jonathan Gaskill on 17 Nov 11 - No Cached
    • Jonathan Gaskill
      Jonathan Gaskill on 17 Nov 11
       
      hmm, I've done this. 
    • Jonathan Gaskill
      Jonathan Gaskill on 17 Nov 11
       
      My favorite part. 
  • Jonathan Gaskill on 17 Nov 11
     
    Snyder juxtaposes physical reality and sensations with dreams and intangible love. four poems for a lost love. 
christine plant

Documentary Film Festival Activity - 2 views

Hello S603 Fall '11 Classmates! Please visit my Group "Documentary Film Festival" and request an invitation. Then visit either imdb.com or another website of your choice and bookmark your favori...

activity diigo imdb documentary recommendations

started by christine plant on 15 Nov 11 no follow-up yet
Timothy Collins

This and That - 2 views

A few webpages that I find interested linked and completed with notes: Hello Class, My profile link: http://www.diigo.com/profile/tiecolli I love to spend hours on Wikipedia looking up on...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Timothy Collins

Some Positive, Some Negative - 2 views

I, too, wrestled a bit with some of the Diigo features. I like the site, and it is really simple to use. However, when it comes to highlighting, it seems much harder than it should. What should ...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Timothy Collins

Powerful Poem - Spoon - 2 views

Hello Class, I hope I am okay in going a different direction. There are plenty of poems that I have relatedto, but I think that song can be a powerful form of poetry as well. Well, lyrics in ...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Zora Shipochka

123Greatings - 1 views

123Greetings is a website offering over 20,000 greeting e-card for special events and other celebrations. The site has applications and widgets for social networks as well as blogs. Having in mind...

free e-cards

started by Zora Shipochka on 28 Nov 10 no follow-up yet
Gretchen Lee

Experience with Diigo - 1 views

My profile is http://www.diigo.com/profile/librarianista76. Inspired by the poem I shared, I decided to choose some websites having to do with what women want. I chose one chick lit author's websi...

started by Gretchen Lee on 22 Nov 10 no follow-up yet
kirkengaard

Yukio Mishima - IMDb - 1 views

www.imdb.com/nm0592758

shared by kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • Kimitaké Hiraoka
  • Yukio Mishima
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      The name "Yukio Mishima" is a pen name. He chose "Mishima" because it is a town with an excellent view of Mt. Fuji. The name "Yukio" is similiar to "yuki," which is the Japanese word for snow.
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