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Word War!
Mar 11, 2014 16:45:16 GMT -5
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 16:45:16 GMT -5
That's great! =D I can't. Unfortunately, I have to go now. Hopefully we can do more tomorrow? Yeah, sounds good! Hopefully I'll be available. Thanks for warring! ^^ Have a great day! Guys I'm home! Anyone want to play? =D (Take care Kristy!) |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 17:34:34 GMT -5
Yeah, sounds good! Hopefully I'll be available. Thanks for warring! ^^ Have a great day! Guys I'm home! Anyone want to play? =D (Take care Kristy!) Hey! I'm still here if you're up for some word warring! |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 17:53:38 GMT -5
Sweet! How long do you want to go for?  |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 17:54:52 GMT -5
Sweet! How long do you want to go for? How long do you feel like going for? 15 minutes? Want to start on the hour? |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 17:56:01 GMT -5
On the hour sounds great. c:
I'm good for 15 minutes to a half hour if allowed. =P
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 17:57:29 GMT -5
On the hour sounds great. c: I'm good for 15 minutes to a half hour if allowed. =P Okay, want to go for a half hour, then? That seems to work well for me. In spite of my propensity for getting distracted. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 17:59:41 GMT -5
Alrighty ^^
*has no idea what to write because her paper falls short of the minimum page requirement*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 18:08:16 GMT -5
Oof, oh dear. xD Is there anything else you could write? I counted an RP reply in a word war once. <.<
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 18:30:55 GMT -5
480! Whoo! And I passed the 10k point in my story!
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 18:32:51 GMT -5
I managed and worked on a different paper. 695 cause research and frantically searching for poems. xD The third(fourth?) stanza in Tintern Abbey says this outright, with Wordsworth reflrecting inwardly on his childhood days and comparing them to the more sophisticated and sublime reflections of his adolescence(  ?) and adulthood. While in the city, Wordsworth was fraught with discontent at the filth and lack of therapeutic landscapes, but the memories of his playing there as a child helped him for at least five years of his working there. Nothing about the evidence of this attitude of adolescence has changed since then. Teenagers, especially in modern times, are practically attracted and are yet also repelled by the 'wild and gloomy'. Even so, they still hug a plush toy from time to time when no one is looking. Childhood is a bridge one can go back on, but the person must do so without treading on it. A good way to do this is simply to reflect, to see the divine in the utterly simple, as Wordsworth does in Tintern Abbey. That's not to say that children are ignorant of the divine in simple things around them. Wordsworth himself, in the first two books of The Prelude, was aware of some "unknown modes of being," which is akin to the spirit children give their outlandish stories while telling them (CITE). Speaking of telling stories, or rather, the art of poetry, Wordsworth found that growth actually diminishes these innate powers and that the adolescent or adult must work harder to search for their powers of creation (NAME CITE 119). The poet is indeed like God in this manner, but of course is not equal to him. The transition between child and adult is a subtle one, but Wordsworth shows that there is usually one way to go about this: to reunite oneself with nature (CITE). A lot of adults go about their lives forgetting they even had a childhood--this is implied in (FIND THE POEM). Wordsworth himself had a bit of trouble understanding some of the joys of adulthood, and the lack of purity that comes with the loss of innocence, which, usually, comes in turn with adulthood itself. In the Intimations of Immortality, Wordsworth paints a pastoral picture which seems entirely charming until he doubts himself. In the poem, he observes a child who learns to control himself and smothers his true being by "[acting] and [conning] another part." From birth to childhood, he is closer to immortal beings than adults can reach on their own. Wordsworth, later in the poem, solves the problem by himself by recollecting his past years, which to him, is "perpetual benediction," which is "most worthy to be blest." Of course, that is not the only poem in which Wordsworth expresses his discontent with humanity's obsession with personal gain. In "The World is Too Much With Us," right from the very beginning, he complains that excessive consumerism shoves aside what Nature has to offer as unimportant. Consumerism, of course, belongs more to the adult than to the child. Because of the language Wordsworth uses in his work as well as the tasteful subtlety of his seemingly simple poems, his work can be enjoyed by anyone at any age. The simplicity of some of his poems and the complexity of others make him a very well-rounded poet. To do so, he had to understand, or develop his own understanding, of how to speak to children as well as adults with the same language. Wordsworth has done both. Life is a continuous transition, and Wordsworth understood this at an early age and was able to incorporate this knowledge into his work, paving the way for people such as Sigmund Freud. Even without additional psychology courses and information, one who studies semiotics or at least poetry can see the connections between Wordsworth's opinions and the behaviors of those who are young and old in real life. To some, this may not be as impressive as finding an already existing element and adding it to the Periodic Table, but Wordsworth's poems and observations are very nearly the same thing. After all, he knew where to look to find what he wanted to share with people. FIX THE ITALICS THEY ARE POEMS AFTER ALL!!!! This helps a ton =DDD |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 18:37:02 GMT -5
Here's mine: A damp wind had picked up outside, whistling through the streets. Lanterns swayed and bumped against each other like boats at mooring, and scraps of refuse bounced down the road. The scent of rain hung in the air as heavy as the clouds overhead, so close that the city’s light reflected vermilion off their undersides.
“Smells like rain,” Blynn commented as she and Hyren climbed up Gwyneth.
The Ganuthor had found a garbage bin to root through and had been chewing on a bone contentedly, but Hyren figured whatever kept her happy and in one place was good enough for him, considering the circumstances. He could worry about her hygiene once he’d found her owner.
Blynn patted Gwyneth’s head and steered her back out into the street. “Hyren, I don’t like the look of this weather. We should find an inn and set out tomorrow.”
“No,” he grumbled from behind her. “The longer we wait, the farther away we let them get. We already lost precious time at the fortuneteller.”
“But I’m tired!” The Zafara yawned for emphasis. “And so is Gwyneth! We can’t go on like this with no sleep, and neither can you!” She shot him a glare over her shoulder. “You’re not Mutant any more, remember?”
Hyren glared back, his antennae lowered. “I don’t care. This has nothing to do with the perceived limits of our stamina, and everything to do with getting our family back. We’re flying out tonight.”
Blynn’s tail curled in aggravation. “I seriously think this is a bad idea.”
“Do you want to find them, or not?!” Hyren barked, fed up with her hesitance to act in an emergency.
Blynn’s ears drooped and her nose wrinkled. “Of course I do…”
Hyren sighed, immediately feeling guilty for upsetting her. “If you get too tired, we’ll switch places and I’ll guide her, okay?” he suggested in a softer tone.
The Zafara’s shoulders slumped, but she reached into one of the saddlebags and pulled out a compass on a string that she hung around her neck. She gripped the compass in one paw. “… For the record, I still think this is a bad idea.” She tapped the Ganuthor’s head thrice. “Gwyneth! Up!”
Gwyneth let out a rumble of annoyance and shook her head, shifting her wings and stumbling down the street.
“No, Gwyn, up!” Blynn commanded again. “I know you’re tired, but you have to fly! We have to find Pharazon!”
The massive Petpet whined, but her owner’s name seemed to have given her a second wind. Steeling her haunches, she spread her wings and took off at a run. As her speed increased, she began flapping her wings, and finally pushed off from the ground entirely. Her first attempt at liftoff only lasted a second before her weary paws touched the street again, but the rebound was stronger and sent them veering above the rooftops. Gotta love when my Neopets argue. I'm glad this is helping! I think it's helping me, too! I'm going to go rest up a bit before dinner, but I may be up for more warring after that, if it's not too late for you. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 18:41:04 GMT -5
Oooh, I like it, and I can just see them trying to fly >w<
Alrighty, I hope to see you then!
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Post by Kristykimmy on Mar 11, 2014 18:44:20 GMT -5
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 11, 2014 18:47:17 GMT -5
*noms dinner and gives you the typical TNT answer* SOON  |
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Post by Kristykimmy on Mar 11, 2014 18:49:36 GMT -5
*noms dinner and gives you the typical TNT answer* SOON >=/ Is that the same soon as when I'll get my missing AG trophy, or when I'll get into the NT next? |
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?) and adulthood. While in the city, Wordsworth was fraught with discontent at the filth and lack of therapeutic landscapes, but the memories of his playing there as a child helped him for at least five years of his working there. Nothing about the evidence of this attitude of adolescence has changed since then. Teenagers, especially in modern times, are practically attracted and are yet also repelled by the 'wild and gloomy'. Even so, they still hug a plush toy from time to time when no one is looking. Childhood is a bridge one can go back on, but the person must do so without treading on it. A good way to do this is simply to reflect, to see the divine in the utterly simple, as Wordsworth does in Tintern Abbey. 
