For this Sunday Funnies assignment, I created a visual poem of page 133 of Ishmael. I found this familiar to with doing the Sunday Funnies 4, creating a visual replica of classroom notes, but in this one it was much more than that. Having to choose which words in the page represent our interpretation, along with drawing visuals to capture the essence through a different medium.
Personally, from this excerpt, I felt that this issue on the population’s rapid growth is very pressing and the biological approach, which they apply to all species but focusing on the path that the humans are on to. That, I believe, is what eventually leads readers to question not of what’s being done to sustain our “population explosion” but of the prevention of the destruction of species diversity. I drew a tree to represent which in many cultures is a symbol of life.
Below is my poem:
One species exempting itself from law
increasing food production
to feed an increase in populating
still greater increase in population
any species in the wild will expand
to the extent its food expands
Mother Culture teaches that such laws do not apply to man
keep wondering if agriculture itself is contrary to this law
doesn’t have to be war waged on all life
that doesn’t support your growth
She looked up – autumn.. October.
the garden was particularly fragrant and sweet.
French doors in pale red and gold.
Sunlight entered and dissolved in the place
two couples had been married.
This assignment was very enjoyable and tedious at the same time for me.. I spent long nights this week trying to finish it but I’m pretty satisfied with the result
Hopefully the other Sunday Funnies won’t take me as long as the last two assignments…
For this assignment I decided to visualize pg 59 of Ishmael.
The original page can be found here
For this week’s Sunday Funnies, I created a poem wiht a visual of a page taken from John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men.
My poem is:
But you get used to goin’ round with a guy, you get used to him
you cant get rid of bein’ used to him.
Well, he gets in trouble all the time.
You wont tell nobody? You wouldn’t tell?
He wants to touch everything he likes,
cause that’s the only thing he can think to do
I hear alll the yellin’, scared to death.
So what, so there we sit our heads sticking out.
That night we run
For this Sunday Funnies assignment, I took a page from Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael, and created a poem.
Here it is:
Desperation driving him,
his enemies are in pursuit.
Forever one step behind his prey and one step ahead of his enemies.
Trapped, going nowhere
a struggle to stay alive
scrabbling endlessly and desperately
In his wonderfully horrific vision
For this Sunday Funnies assignment, I created a visual poem using a page from Rick Bass’ Cats and Students, Bubbles and Abysses.
I found everything good , bad, or indifferent.
I was pleased.
I had friends.
But I don’t tell them that I’m thinking about leaving.
They all think they know what I am going through.
I know lots of people who are leaving.
The reason is because the world, very loudly, curses.
In my Sunday Funny 7 assignment I created a poem from a page in How She Knows What She Knows about Yo-Yos
by Mary Ann Taylor-Hall.
The Poem Reads:
a closed subject.
The light came,
the sun touched.
Thick shadow caught
a dream come true.
everything blowing away.
I think this is one of the most relaxing Sunday Funnies yet. Scribbling seems to be therapeutic, somwhow. This little piece took me over an hour. My concept behind it was what’s beneath the “surface,” both in the sense of under the ground (the corners are different layers of soil) and the layers of people you don’t get to know, because they’re hidden away. Those hidden layers I chose to draw like roots or veins of all different colors. I liked it so much I’m actually pinning it up on my wall here in my dorm. This might not make much sense but I really enjoyed creating!
“Did I end” I said witlessly. I thought for a while and said “It didn’t end. It just begun.”
Here is the original Sunday Funnies #7 Assignment.
My poem is taken from a page of the book, Ishmael by Daniel Quinn:
just the way I remembered it.
an earnest desire
An earnest desire to save the world!
An earnest desire to save the world
for the rare privilege of sitting
a big hug
You will wonder:
It’s a fair questions. I fact, it’s a question I was asking myself.
just old enough to understand
When I opened my eyes,
the sky was a brighter blue
I expected to hear laughter.
This is my “Visual Poem”:
Love at first sight:
I went motionless and blue,
We spoke very little,
We knew the very moment,
this was our one chance,
that lasts for life”.