The focus in English was creating original poetry. Of all the types of writing we've doen throughout the year, poetry seemed the most intimidating to start, but it was a lot more interesting than I thought it would be. It was easier to connect this form of writing to my design projects than the previous narrative or self-portrait units. For our final product, we wrote a collection of a minimum of seven poems based, each based on a specific requirement such as a certain number of lines, or inspiration. We wrote poems in meter, based on our design projects, and other subjects.

 

Below are the final poems written in English as our final project.

 

 

#1. 3-5 Lines

 

            “A Better Backwards”

 

 

            Inside out, inside in.
            Like a worn out sole put in the sun.
            The worn dries up while dry steps back.
            A renewing aging, an old cleanse.

 

#2.  Focused on central image/metaphor  

         

            “The Little Things in My Purse”

 

 

            A stray earring missing its back,
            falls through the hole torn in the inside lining and
            now tumbles,
            in between two fabrics.

            My wallet flounders at the bottom.
            Seven month old wallet,
            justifies a twenty-eight-year-old car.
            The bag inside a bag
            like Matryoshka dolls.
            They hide one from the next, to next
            one inside her, inside them, inside it.

            Dust stains and softened paper
            inside one, inside the other.
            Folded and creased by my footsteps,
            One covers the other, covers the other, uncovers the other.

 

#3.  Identifiable stanzaic structure

 

            “Pre-Nothing”

 

 

            Do not preheat, do not pretend.
            I do not prescribe myself a limit.
            Have something to fill your eyes.
            Have something keep.

            Fill in as best you can.
            Following on rule,
            of writing to draw, to have a product.
            Purple, a window, a rock of a landscape.
            The things in this world.

            Fill in the blanks as fast as you can,
            as fast as you scream at an oncoming car.
            Your leg hanging over the doctor’s table,
            kicks without consent

            I do not pre-anything.
            Because the instinct, the one-second reaction,
            give organic,
give original.

 

#4.  Consistent meter

 

            “Ode to Caffeine”

 

 

            Coffee, coffee all around!
            In espresso, almost drown.
            Stay ‘til six, but never done.
            This h.w. thing, not so fun.

            Coffee, coffee all around!
            It brings you up when Flash shuts down.
            Hours spent eyes on a screen.
            How I love you coffee bean!

            Coffee, coffee all around!
            Stocking it up by the pound.
            Exhibition coming soon!
            I wish it could just be June!
           
           
#5.  Other Speaker 

 

“Elephant in the Room”

 

 

            I am hollow, painted, cracked.
            Maybe more than only him.
            I’m decorated,
embellished to attract,
            Sounds and I grab and pull.
            On feelings and attention,
            but can’t say out of place.
            Conceited.
            I’m walked through, not over.
            Not seen or taken superficially.
            No need for a history or
            a witty remark.
            But everyone feels me in the room.

 

#6.  Design project inspired

 

            “Not really an oxymoron”

 

 

            Word vomit,
            Excess vomit.
            Vomit gone green.

            A gorgeous culture still gorges
            on assembly line objects.
            On retired tires, twisted plastic,
            And the several extra ketchup packets

            Purchased, used, then purged.
            Taken apart and put back together,
            Into new forms and personalities.

            Ambiguity screens and covers
            what usually falls into black stretchy bags.
The word it is referred to as,
makes it trash or makes it else.

Plastic vomit,
Vomit gone green.
Anything can be anything.
Trash can be new.

 

#7.  God of Small Things inspired

 

Perspective: Baby Kochamma

 

 

            Sixteen by sixteen,
            convex black surface.
            Perfectly black and perfectly smooth.
            Eleven buttons run across the bottom.
           
            Synchronized feet speed behind me,
            as my old recliner cries.
            A pearl of sweat rolls down my cheek.
            One motion, and my baby flickers and turns on.
           
A second passes and
            My eyes watch steroid-pumped,
            Bronze bodies,
            Flying and colliding.
            The blurry, pixilated crowd behind them.
           
White noise screams
            come through porous sides.
            They are gratefully accepted,
            as an excuse
            to not answer,
            to not move,
            just to watch.

            I want to drink this new culture,
            for all it will put in front of me.

"Where is the love?" By: The Black Eyed Peas

Sung by: Noorin Dorosti

 

In WebAudio, our final product was an original composition of music either recorded or created through Reason. I recorded "Where is the love?" by the Black Eyed Peas, sung my Noorin Dorosti. This song was all about experimenting and trying to get more used to Reason and Protools. In the future I would like to record original songs written by the singer. But this song was meant to take an old song that has lost a lot of its recognition and remake it in an original and funny way.There are several other components that came with this unit such as learning to mike and record in our studio, as well as learning how to create our own rhythms and mixing our tracks together.

 

 

Out of Context

 

The concept behind my project is the versatility that everyday objects hold. There are hundreds of things I daily disregard beyond their assigned purpose. I never saw chopstick wrappers, soy sauce packets, or VCR tape for more than what they were made to do. In my piece I collected these everyday items, along with material from other students to make a piece of art. I want to the viewer to leave with a lasting idea that the small things we see and use on a daily basis can be made into something much bigger. I chose to make the face of a man because it’s the people who made these objects that label them with a specific purpose. The idea of this irony made making this project a lot more interesting for me and kept it from solely being random. I like the idea that anything can be anything, and more than what was first intended.

 

This final Design project was based on experimentation in different forms of media and origin. For my project, "Out of Context," the concept behind it is the versatility of the every-day objects that surround us. My final product was a three-dimensional face made solely of these everyday materials. There are chopsticks, water bottles, cut up magazine pages, among other materials that all take form a man's face. This project offered the most creative freedom to put together a unique, final product. It was the first time this year that I did any kind of three-dimensional art. I chose to not use any programs in making my project so that it could really be purely made of the normal things around me.