Casey Dunphy ENCC341611/8/11

A REMIX.

A little background …• The content chosen to remix:

I decided to compose my remix project using a series of different poems from different Romanticism time period poets.

I have always found this era of writing interesting and evoking, I think this is often a period that is looked over, but many of the messages behind the work from that time still apply in today’s society.

The fact that I believe there is still much to be learned from these authors was an exigence behind choosing to pay tribute to these poets, by creating a collage of their works.

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A little background… • The purpose for my remix:

I would like to highlight the importance of appreciating the simple things in life , as well as discuss the natural cyclic process of life.

Although this project is a graded assignment, the subject that I am reporting on is something that interests me and I like sharing with others. For this reason, I feel as though I would have done something similar to this even if it was not assigned.

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A little background…• The genre and audiences of both the original and remixed work:

For my remix project I choose to work with a poetic genre selected from the Romanticism time period. “  Romanticism has very little to do with things popularly thought of as

"romantic," although love may occasionally be the subject of Romantic art. Rather, it is an international artistic and philosophical movement that redefined the fundamental ways in which people in Western cultures thought about themselves and about their world” (Academic.brooklyn, 2011)

I would say although I did remix the original works, for the most part I stayed in the same genre. The rhetorical situation I chose to address is a topic that needs attention all the time, across multiple time periods. Due to the academic nature of the original works including: vocabulary, sentence and fragment structure, varying rhyme schemes, use of metaphors and similes to educated, and other tactics used, I would say that this remix, as it was with the original, tends to be better received by a scholarly audience.

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A little background…• The medium and affordances of that medium in which I choose to deliver the remix…

I composed my project in a PowerPoint form because it is both visually appeasing on the computer and when printed out to view .

I was a little unsure what was meant by the, “affordances of the medium,” so I did a little research and discovered:“In 1988, Donald Norman appropriated the term affordances in the context of human–

machine interaction to refer to just those action possibilities that are readily perceivable by an actor…. Norman's adaptation of the concept has seen a further shift of meaning, in which the term affordance is used as an uncountable noun, referring to the property of an object or system's action possibilities being easily discoverable, as in "this web page has good affordance," or "this button needs more affordance.“ (Wikipedia, 2011)

Because affordance referrers to , “ the possibility of being easily discoverable,” I would disperse my remix project in a variety of ways . I would print out just the poem itself and tact it up in a few popular areas around campus, post it on my Facebook wall, and send the PowerPoint in an e-mail to friends and family and ask them to forward it to others.

A (REMIXED) Reflection Behold an emblem of our human mindCrowded with thoughts that need a settled home.Stay near me—do not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!Oh! Pleasant, pleasant were the days,The time, when, in our childish plays,Everything was amazing; from the foggy haze,To the sun’s warm welcoming rays.In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight!The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,And the starry night;Autumn evening, and the mornWhen the golden mists are born.An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.So let it be; and if the wide world rings,Let my memories soar with open wings.My herald thought into a wilderness:There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dressMy uncertain path with green, that I may speedEasily onward, thorough flowers and weed.A thing of beauty is joy for ever:It will never pass into nothingness.Thou art love and life! O come!Make once more my heart thy home!

Line breakdown:1-2 Wordsworth(On the Banks of a Rocky Stream3-4 Wordsworth (To a Butterfly)5-6 Wordsworth (To a Butterfly)7-8 made up9-13 Wordsworth ( I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud)14-19 Shelly (Song)20-21 Keats (A Thing of Beauty)22 Coleridge (To Nature)23 made up24-27 Keats ( A Thing of Beauty)28 Keats ( A Thing of Beauty)29 Keats ( A Thing of Beauty)30-31 Shelley (Song)

William Wordsworth • Poems used:•1) On the Banks of a Rocky Stream•2) To a Butterfly•3) I wandered Lonely as a Cloud

On The Banks Of A Rocky Stream Behold an emblem of our human mindCrowed with thoughts that need a settled home,Yet, like to eddying balls of foamWithin this whirlpool, they each other chaseRound and round, and neither findAn outlet nor a resting-place!Stranger, if such disquietude be thine,Fall on thy knees and sue for help divine.

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To A Butterfly

STAY near me--do not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!

Much converse do I find in thee,Historian of my infancy!

Float near me; do not yet depart!Dead times revive in thee:

Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!A solemn image to my heart,

My father's family!Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays,

My sister Emmeline and ITogether chased the butterfly!

A very hunter did I rushUpon the prey:--with leaps and springs

I followed on from brake to bush;But she, God love her, feared to brush

The dust from off its wings.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge • Poem used:•1) To Nature

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To NatureIt may indeed be phantasy, when I

Essay to draw from all created thingsDeep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ;

And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lieLessons of love and earnest piety.

So let it be ; and if the wide world ringsIn mock of this belief, it brings

Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.So will I build my altar in the fields,

And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower

yieldsShall be the incense I will yield to Thee,

Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despiseEven me, the priest of this poor sacrifice

Percy Bysshe ShelleyPoem Used:

A Song

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A Song Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight!Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night?Many a weary night and day'Tis since thou are fled away.

How shall ever one like me Win thee back again?With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain.Spirit false! thou hast forgotAll but those who need thee not.

As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf,Thou with sorrow art dismay'd; Even the sighs of griefReproach thee, that thou art not near,And reproach thou wilt not hear.

Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure;Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure;Pity then will cut awayThose cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.

I love all that thou lovest,         Spirit of Delight!The fresh Earth in new leaves dress'd,         And the starry night;Autumn evening, and the mornWhen the golden mists are born.

I love snow, and all the forms         Of the radiant frost;I love waves, and winds, and storms,         Everything almostWhich is Nature's, and may beUntainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude,         And such societyAs is quiet, wise, and good;         Between thee and meWhat difference? but thou dost possessThe things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love—though he has wings,         And like light can flee,But above all other things,         Spirit, I love thee—Thou art love and life! Oh come,Make once more my heart thy home.

John Keats• Poem Used:•A Thing of Beauty

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A Thing of Beauty A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOf noble natures, of the gloomy days,Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened waysMade for our searching: yes, in spite of all,Some shape of beauty moves away the pallFrom our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boonFor simple sheep; and such are daffodilsWith the green world they live in; and clear rillsThat for themselves a cooling covert make'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:And such too is the grandeur of the doomsWe have imagined for the mighty dead;All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essencesFor one short hour; no, even as the treesThat whisper round a temple become soonDear as the temple's self, so does the moon,

The passion poesy, glories infinite,Haunt us till they become a cheering lightUnto our souls, and bound to us so fastThat, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,They always must be with us, or we die.

Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that IWill trace the story of Endymion.The very music of the name has goneInto my being, and each pleasant sceneIs growing fresh before me as the greenOf our own valleys: so I will beginNow while I cannot hear the city's din;Now while the early budders are just new,And run in mazes of the youngest hueAbout old forests; while the willow trailsIts delicate amber; and the dairy pailsBring home increase of milk. And, as the yearGrows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steerMy little boat, for many quiet hours,With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.Many and many a verse I hope to write,Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the beesHum about globes of clover and sweet peas,I must be near the middle of my story.O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,With universal tinge of sober gold,Be all about me when I make an end!And now at once, adventuresome, I sendMy herald thought into a wilderness:There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dressMy uncertain path with green, that I may speedEasily onward, thorough flowers and weed

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