You all probably know this situation; you just came home from an exhausting day at school, and all you wanna do is lay down on the sofa with a chilled coke and a bag of chips, watching your favorite tv-show. But there's no time. You have to start making shitloads of homework, eventhough you've spent your whole day at school.
You open your diary to see what you gotta do, and your jaw drops by seeing the endless amount of homework.
Doesn't this suck? I know it does! So join me, and get homework banned!
I KNOW you all want the same thing as I do, and if we gather our powers, I know we can do it. We can get homework banned, we can get out spare time bag! We can do it, I know we can.
dinsdag 6 september 2011
maandag 5 september 2011
American Civil Liberties Union Poster
The ACLU created this poster to stop discrimination.
At first I had no idea who the man on the right, Charles Manson, was. When I heard about his criminal background, I was shocked by the fact that police officers would rather stop a black-coloured, good person, than a white, criminal with a sick mind. Of course I knew that people discriminize, but I thought the police and government wouldn't lower themselves to that level. Now I see that a was very naïve thought of me.
This advertisement is persuave, examples of this are; 'must be fought' and 'help us defend your rights'. But honestly I don't think there's anything we could do to stop this, it will al-ways be an huge issue on this planet, as long as there are different rases.
zaterdag 3 september 2011
This place, that place. Analysis.
Analysis
My first impression was that it looked strange, and difficult. I didn't really understand it. I think it was difficult, or challeging, because I had no idea what it meant.
The green colours are very bright, opposite to the dark, brown colours on the other side. The letters in the green side stand out quite a bit, but with the brown background, the words fade away a little.
It's funny how different words can sound the same and how you can play with letters.
I don't really understand the meaning of this, but I think it's interesting to see how you can use different letters, to create the exact same sound.
After knowing the fact that Kiran was born in India, I think the picture on the right must be a big city in India. Everything is a bit dirty and poor-ish, it looks like a slum. And the left picture is the countryside, it could be everywhere in the world
maandag 21 maart 2011
Analysis of Disabled, by Wilfred Owen.
DISABLED:
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
5 Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
10 — In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.
There was an artist silly for his face,
15 For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
20 And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .
25 Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
40 And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
45 And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
ANALYSIS
The words, “dark”, “shivered”, “ghastly” and “grey” (1st paragraph) give this poem a very sad, and negative tone. This is the opposite of the 2nd paragraph, where “Town used to swing so gay” and “glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees”, are used to make it sound a little happy and romantic. It seems to suggest that the days of youth and happiness are nothing more than distant memories to him, gone forever.
The soldier is scared that no woman will fall in love with him; 'Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands.'
The 4th paragraph goes back to the past, when the soldier was a young, healthy soccer play. It says that 'One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg', which means that he was proud when he was wounded during a soccer game, and it made him popular, and feeling tough. But he hates the wounds he gained during the war, he is not proud of them. he feels like a total outcast, espacially by women.
The soldier joined the army at the age of 19, which was quit young.
In the 5th paragraph Owen described how the soldier thought the war would be like; he was very (too) optimistic and naive. the sentence 'of fear came yet' states that he would fear when he would actually be there, but that the soldier didn't expect to fear.
This paragraph also says that he was waved goodbye with loud cheering, because he was so brave.
The last paragraph comes back to the present. This paragraph is negative again, by using sentences like 'he will spend a few sick years in Institutes.' Again he feels sad about the fact that women don't feel attrackted to him anymore.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
5 Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
10 — In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.
There was an artist silly for his face,
15 For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
20 And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .
25 Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
40 And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
45 And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
ANALYSIS
The words, “dark”, “shivered”, “ghastly” and “grey” (1st paragraph) give this poem a very sad, and negative tone. This is the opposite of the 2nd paragraph, where “Town used to swing so gay” and “glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees”, are used to make it sound a little happy and romantic. It seems to suggest that the days of youth and happiness are nothing more than distant memories to him, gone forever.
The soldier is scared that no woman will fall in love with him; 'Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands.'
The 4th paragraph goes back to the past, when the soldier was a young, healthy soccer play. It says that 'One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg', which means that he was proud when he was wounded during a soccer game, and it made him popular, and feeling tough. But he hates the wounds he gained during the war, he is not proud of them. he feels like a total outcast, espacially by women.
The soldier joined the army at the age of 19, which was quit young.
In the 5th paragraph Owen described how the soldier thought the war would be like; he was very (too) optimistic and naive. the sentence 'of fear came yet' states that he would fear when he would actually be there, but that the soldier didn't expect to fear.
This paragraph also says that he was waved goodbye with loud cheering, because he was so brave.
The last paragraph comes back to the present. This paragraph is negative again, by using sentences like 'he will spend a few sick years in Institutes.' Again he feels sad about the fact that women don't feel attrackted to him anymore.
zaterdag 19 maart 2011
Analyzing an advertisement
This is an ad by DKNY, for their fragrance for women, named Be Delicious.
Target Audience; Women/Girls who like to wear parfume.
Topic: A new fragrance for women
Theme: Parfume
Informative.
Propaganda techniques: The logo of DKNY is on the bottom of the ad, in the middle. There's no slogan or something like that. They used a very pretty model, which makes girls/women want to look alike.
Language Use: There's not much language in this ad. It states the name of the product (Be Delicious), a little explanation of the product (the fragrance for women.), and the advertiser (DKNY, Donna Karan New york)
They use a very big photograph, which takes up the whole ad. The model is wearing neutral colours, which makes the green of the apples stand out. Also the name of the parfume, and the advertiser stand out due to the use of colour.
The bottle of parfume is placed as much to the foreground as possible, which makes you notice it. It also stands out because of the silver colour. In this silver part, you can see some skyscrapers, which New York is famour for. (The brand is Donna Karan NEW YORK red.)
vrijdag 4 maart 2011
Analysis of Toyota advertisement.
This is an ad published by Toyota. Many bright colours have been used in this ad.
The child is laying in a pink plant, in a fetal position. It looks a lot like an unborn child in the belly of his/her mother, which is probably because it gives us a safe feeling.
The words zero emissions stand out because the letters are white, against a darker background. And those words are what the advertisement is about.
Analysis of Dolce et Decorum est, by Wilfred Owen.
Dolce et Decorum est:
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)
Analysis:
Wilfred Owen used a lot of words describing exactly what he sees, in such a way that you feel like you were there yourselve. He describes the scene, the soldiers, and the actions very well. He tells us about a man who's choking due to a gas explosion, and uses a typical kind of words, which makes it sound realy painful. (Which ofcourse it was!)
He uses words like;
'He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.'
'His hanging face.'
He even compares him to a devil's sick of sin.
He tells us about the sound of the man choking, using the following words;
'The blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud.' This sounds so horrible!
At the end of the poem he says that it's NOT a good thing to die for your country, if you have to die like the described soldier.
I think the poem is very sad.
Wilfred Owen uses a very obvious rhyme scheme, which makes it sound very pretty.
Rhyme scheme; ababcdcd and so on.
He also used a little bit of alliteration.
Examples;
Knock-kneed.
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots.
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace.
I think this poem is very 'inspiring'. (I don't know the good word for it) But it describes everything so detailed, and it makes me kind of sad. I think it was the poems intension to make us feel sad, and to agree on his last sentences.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)
Analysis:
Wilfred Owen used a lot of words describing exactly what he sees, in such a way that you feel like you were there yourselve. He describes the scene, the soldiers, and the actions very well. He tells us about a man who's choking due to a gas explosion, and uses a typical kind of words, which makes it sound realy painful. (Which ofcourse it was!)
He uses words like;
'He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.'
'His hanging face.'
He even compares him to a devil's sick of sin.
He tells us about the sound of the man choking, using the following words;
'The blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud.' This sounds so horrible!
At the end of the poem he says that it's NOT a good thing to die for your country, if you have to die like the described soldier.
I think the poem is very sad.
Wilfred Owen uses a very obvious rhyme scheme, which makes it sound very pretty.
Rhyme scheme; ababcdcd and so on.
He also used a little bit of alliteration.
Examples;
Knock-kneed.
Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots.
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace.
I think this poem is very 'inspiring'. (I don't know the good word for it) But it describes everything so detailed, and it makes me kind of sad. I think it was the poems intension to make us feel sad, and to agree on his last sentences.
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