Poetry unit and we had to do this Imagery Poster about one of William Blake's Poems. Basically, pasting up a minimum of 3 photos, then relating them to the poem. I chose "My Pretty ROSE TREE":
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
-William Blake, Songs of Experience
I'm guessing Blake was caught by his girlfriend eying on some hottie, then she slapped and left him all alone. Yep, no girl to get it on with, so he made a poem basically saying, once you see the next best thing, grab and hold on to it...TIGHT ;)
Does tragedies/events in life change you? Yepper it does! It's how you reflect on that event or how do we say it, how you reacted to the event, makes you wiser or a giver upper. After being left alone with all your lovers, will you now turn into a cold- hearted biatch or make it a good learning experience and become that better man you ought to be? (JOHNY BRAVO!)
Why is it always a tragedy, William Blake's collection of experiences does not express the good side of experience (other than being smarter). He's biased i tell you! He's that 40 year-old virgin who likes to dwell in the past and wishes to go back into childhood, where your food is served by your sweet maid and doesn't give a fudge about whatever happens to the world, as long as we have fun, fun, fun!(cat in the hat in the hizzaus!)
Well at least he expresses how sweet it would be to stay innocent for like 1324232 TIMES!!!

I had to collect some photos and unfortunately, my printer was out of ink. It then resulted me into ruffling through an
October 2009 issue of W Magazine and cutting off some of my mom's
Better Homes Mag. It turned out pretty awesome!

I was so proud of my work, i didn't realize there were boobs poppin'. In a last minute desperation before i presented, I just stuck a piece of tape on top of the caramel girl boobs. I really mind the whole vavavoom but, the guys in my class were total perves for such total geeks (hehehe).
THE Hot Guy of My Cover... which my LA teacher piqued an interest, despite her rusty age.
I thought this guy represented maturity, experience, and lonesomeness and the ending of the poem. This is what experiences make you, alone and fashionable! Basically what
William Blake would want himself to become, however he was too busy being a poet rather than livin' la vida loca! (bustin' those abs!)
Have a nice rainy day!
Deenette