Recording of Emilated Poem

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Saison d'Autumn

Author's note: I tried to write this poem in french just to see how hard it was. Below it is a translation.

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Avec les feuillages des coleur brilliant
et arbes des verte terre
Je regarde le mou et belle saison
devenis le froid hiver

Translation:
With the leaves of bright color
and trees of green earth
I watch the soft and beautiful season
become the cold winter

Finally Truth

Authors note: This poem represents all the lies that had been told to Truman. There are two quotes that the director of the show said in the movie that showed his need for control over the show and Truman. I incorporated both of them into the poem. Also, the last line was not spoken in the movie, but it seemed as though it should be assumed.



O're the ocean he traveled to see
that which had made him what he be
That which has almost been his death
And that which then gave his breathe

Of all the lies ever was told
He had never been all that bold
To have such courage for he was scared
For what beyond the world shared

He accepted the world as it was given
Not over the bridge had he ever driven
For water had stole from him a dad
One who was sheltered from all sad

The water that once had been his life
Began to cause him such a strife
His father was gone and what to become
but a heart that had gone cold and numb

And so as secrets began to unfold
The truth that once had never been told
Was finally spoken for all to hear
"In my world, you have nothing to fear."

Yet fear was what had caused this show
His need for control had made him so
And as Truman opened the door
I'll never come back again he swore

The Truman Show and school

Authors note: When we were watching the movie, my main thought was how unfair and inhumane it was that they were making his life a TV show. It also scared me that he didn't even know what was happening to him.


As children we are taught to follow certain rules. 'Don't talk to strangers.' and 'Don't cross the street alone.' are examples of non-negotiable rules. At school it is required for us to 'use our inside voices' and 'walk in a straight line' at all times while inside the building. Each teacher has a list of rules that hang in their room proudly to remind students of what not to do. School starts at a young age and slowly drills these rules into us. In third grade, they push harder for us to learn these rules saying that fourth grade is much worse in their punishments for not following rules. When we reached sixth grade, we were constantly reminded of the difficulty in middle school. Finally as eighth graders, teachers are always telling us of how difficult high school will be. After high school there will be the trouble of college. Our school says they are preparing us for "College Readiness" with our learning targets. They say they want to prepare us for the real world, yet they keep us so protected at school. Just as it is in the movie, our school is constantly making sure that everything is happening in the right place and the right time. We think that school is a reality; the teachers teach us about all that is going on in the current world. But is school reality? I was thinking that school is a lot like this movie because everything is so protected to be made perfect. School seems to be teaching us what they want us to know, though, just as the producer is doing with Truman's life.

Never give all your apples

My poem was inspired by the poem Never give all the heart by William Butler Yeats. I took his idea of not wanting to give something away and the consequences that would occur if you did and made a satire.

Never give all the heart:

Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of

To passionate women if it seem

Certain, and they never dream

That it fades out from kiss to kiss;

For everything that's lovely is

But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright,

For they, for all smooth lips can say,

Have given their hearts up to the play.

And who could play it well enough

If deaf and dumb and blind with love?

He that made this knows all the cost,

For he gave all his heart and lost.

My Poem:

Never give all your apples, for good

You'll never be thinking you should

To hungry poor children so sweet

Certain, and they would never eat

That it hurts some from day to day

For all that is juicy I pray

Is a cool, crunchy, kind delight.

O never give your apples outright,

For they, for all poor souls can say

Have given their apples up to the play

And who could eat with upright head

If full and rich and plump with red?

He that gave it knows all the loss,

For he lost all his apple sauce.