Hunting Snake, Judith Wrigth.

After reading and analyzing this poem, I created a video, where I use images to express the message that the poet wanted to show.

"Where I come from"

After creating a stanza inspirated in the poem "Where I come from" we make a voicethread using our voices to read the poem.

"Where I come from"

In my literature lesson we were reading the poem "Where I come from" by Elizabeth Brewster. One of the actvities that we were asked to do was creating the first stanza of a poem describing the place where we come from. 

"Where I come from, the movement of wheels disturbs concentration.

The miau miau and pio pio coming from green gigants join the melody created by passers by.

The lack of colours describes the speed of life.

Every corner is a different world, 

with new landscapes day after day."

By: Lara Ochagavía and Carolina Rondinelli.

The Tempest, freeze frames and videos.

"My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio- I pray thee mark me, that a brother should be so prefidious- he, whom next thyself of all the world I loved, and to him put the manage of my state, as at that time through all the signories it was the first, and Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed in dignity, and for the liberal arts without a parallel; those being all my study, the goverment I cast upon my brother, and to my state grew stranger, being transported and rapt in secret studies, thy false uncle- Dost thou attend me?"

"Being once perfected how to grant suits, how to deny them; who t' advance, and who to trash for over-topping: new created the creatures that were mine, I say, or changed' em, or else new formed' em; having both the key of officer, and office, set all hearts i'th' state to what pleased his ear"

"So dry he was for sway- wi'th' King of Naples to give him annual tribute, do him homage, subject his coronet to his crown, and bend the dukedom yet unbowed- alas, poor Milan- to most ignoble stooping"

"A treacherous army levied, one midnight fated to th' purpose did Antonio open the gates of Milan, and i' th' dead of darkness the ministers for th' purpose hurried thence me, and thy crying self"

"In few, they hurried us aboard a barque, bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared a rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, nor tackle, sail, nor mast- the very rats instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us to cry to th' sea, that roared us; to sigh to th' winds, whose pity sighing back again did us but loving wrong"

"By providence divine, some food we had, and some fresh water, that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, out of his charity- who being then appointed master of this design- did gave us, with rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries which since have steaded much. So, og his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom"

The fight between Prospero and Miranda with Caliban.

                        

                                                            The story of Sycorax

The Great Gatsby

When I woke up the next morning I was feeling a little bit dizzy. I went to the kitchen, but I appeared in the living, and it wasn't the one that I remembered; later I went to the bathroom to wash my face, but I appeared in a room, a giant room. I was really confused. My house was different now, I didn't recognize any room and it was big, no, it was enormous. I have tried to find a coherent answer for that strange episode, and suddenly, an old woman wearing a white uniform took my hand.
_What are you doing awake at this hour? You should be sleeping now._She told me.
_Who are you? Where am I? What is happening?_ I cried.
The woman looked at me as if I was crazy, so I tried to tell her my situation, and when I did, I saw my hands. They were wrinkled. My first reaction for this was looking at me in the mirror that was next to the wall. And what happened next, was the worst sensation of my life: I was old, and I didn't remember anything of my life but those moments that I had spent with Gatsby.
The fact of looking me in that old body, affected me. I spent the rest of that day sitted on a chair in front of a mirror, looking to my eyes and trying to understand what was happening. I must have passed hours like that, when I felt a hand, a soft hand on my shoulder. A voice was talking to me, but I didn't understand a word. I was still concentrated on my reflection.
_ I think that the best we can do, is going to sleep. Tomorrow I will arrange a meeting and talk with him, but he is shocked at this moment_ I heard the voice saying.
A nurse took me and drove me to the same room in which I woke up this morning. I have spent at least 4 hours looking at the seiling until I got asleep. But it wasn't a good night for me.
In the morning of the next day, I woke up and there was a 30 aged man looking at me. He was sat next to the door and he was taking down notes in a kind of agenda.
_Oh! You are awake! Do you know who I am?_ He asked me.
As I didn't answer he kept on talking:
_I'm  Dr. Gregory, the psycotherapist. I'm going to help you with this problem._ He explained.
_The only problem that I have is that 2 days ago I was in my house near Gatsby's house crying for his life and now I'm somewhere with strange people and nobody explains nothing to me. I'm old and I don't remember more or less 50 years of my life!
_Mmm...nothing new_ He whispered_Let me tell you something dear Nick, you have lost the memory and the only thing that is printed in your mind are those days in your life.
This happened you every week. You wake up and you don't remember anything, you think that yesterday was the day in which Gatsby was killed, but that happened 30 years ago...Now you are in a geriatric, a woman called Jordan Baker, told us to take care of you and them she left and never came back. She left you here.
The words of the doctor puzzled me. 30 years since the murder of Gatsby! Wow...it is incredible.
_Please leave me alone_ I asked to Dr. Gregory_ I need to think about what you have told me.
_Of course, and if you need something, call me. I will be there next door, in my office.
When the doctor left my room, I didn't doubt it. A nurse had left me my breakfast in in the table. It included coffee, pancakes and caramel. What you ned to spread the caramel in the pancake is a knife. I went dirctly to the table, I took the knife, and left this ugly world.

Diary Entry

May 23rd., 1913,

                           Today, as many days, it was a depressive day. I've been thinking about Emma every moment and I can't believe how stupid I was, not to be able to see what a beautiful women loved me.

                           When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw, was a photograph of us together, very happy and young, when we first met. Later, I went to prepare some breakfast and the feeling that crossed my mind was melancholy because althought she died five months ago, for many years we didn't share a breakfast and we will never share one any more.

                           She's left, and I hadn't had the opportunity to express her how much I loved her. From the bottom of my heart I know she understood me and forgives me.

                           At the evening, I decided to walk. I needed fresh air to think how my life would continue but Emma's name was everything in what I thought. My life is turned around her, and when she left me, I was very confused. Sometimes I imagine that she is alive but she, or my halusination, goes out and lets me alone.

                           I hope someday, I will be the one that I'd always been and accept that Emma is outside my life forever.

                                                                                                                   Thomas.