How this connects with hyperreality (bus ride)?

The bus ride i took is connected to hyperreality because when you watch what riding the bus is like on TV shows, and how when a character is always on the bus they are thinking about something happy, or something that has made them sad, or something that has made them angry. The intereesting thing about this is that, that is exactly the way i rode the bus.When ride the bus i'm either extremely annoyed by something or i'm excieted or just in a thining sate where i'm neither angry or sad. When we see characters on TV they are most of the time thinking about the events that have just happened in there lives. The funny thing is that this is how i find myself riding the bus, staring out the window, with everything on my mind. The songs i chose are, All We Are by OneRepublic, Twilight by Vanessa Carlton, Mad World by Gary Jules, Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, Drive by Incubus, Upside Down by Jack Johnson, and One Last Chance by James Morrison. i chose All We Are because i thought it was the perfect depiction of everybody on the bus and how no one says goodbye to one another but there is a curiosity of what people are like inside. And if we just maybe talk to each other we may find something that we never knew about. Next i chose Twilight, because to me the people on the bus are like some sort of twilight zone where the people that are outside, walking the streets are the people that are in reality and every time we step off the bus we go from twilight to reality. After that i chose Mad World, because when travelling on the bus it seemed as if the people outside were moving so fast, but when i looked on some people's faces i saw nothing, no emotion, no nothing, they seemed as if they were moving so fast with no final destination. This song relates directly to me because i dont exaclty kow who i am yet and i like the people outside the bus rush aorund, but find even where i thought i wanted to be, i dont want to be. Next i chose Iris, this song is the classic love song that when riding the bus i think about all those i have loved or had a crush and never did anything about because " i dont want the world to see me because i dont think that they'd(next verse:you) understand and when everythings meant to be broken i just want them to know who i am."For the next song i chose a classic in my opinion, Drive. This is my recovery song, that basically motivates me, in that yesterday was yesterday, and i need to get ready for whats coming next. Though they may not be seen as a Christian band or anything i have always been taught to live by the motto of, " whatever tomorrow brings i'll be there with open arms and open eyes." Upside Down is the next track. i chose this song because the sun came out and this is a light tune that reflects the season and the spaciness of how i think when i'm on the bus and how the world in different areas seems as if its turned upside down. The last song i chose is, One Last Chance. This song was for the homeless people that i see and how much it bugs me to have so much and to see people that just talk to themselves and wonder, just to know that you can't really do anything to help, just sucks. Being around homeless people others that i see on the street like business pay no attention, no body gives them a chance, no body seems to want to help them with maybe the last chance they have.

How far a story is from a storyteller?

I think that a storyteller has may compromise his/her beliefs in a story to appeal to certain audience, however i also think that as storytellers the author or director has a picture in his/her mind of how they believe the character should be like. Furthermore by compromising ones beliefs it lets things that usually wouldn't surface come to light. Though it may all be foe the consumer the best movies, plays, and the best tv shows are those that have a true aspect to them. The best chracters are those that are based off of other people that one has encountered or was in life and then when told in a story are hyperbolized to fit whatever is being written. I don't think that a story is too far away from the author's own experince and/or observations, because if they weren't then a lot of movies and tv shows would just be remixes of shows. I understand that there are those types of shows, but they all have their own twist because they all see things differently and they have a chioce to either let a reader in to their soul or to let them take things in bits and pieces.

Who decides what art is?

Anyone and everyone can decide what art is because in the world today art can be seen as any thing. There really is no set on what art is andwhat isn't. The only opinion that can be nade about ehat art is, is someone's own perspective about it. The poem, "Adolescence" is seento some as a piece of art that has to be taken apart piece by piece in order to understand the meaning that lies between the lines. The poet, Rita Dove, in this poem invokes her readers to read on about what is really happening within the poem. The problem with this is that those who read this poem and don't uderstand the setting in which it was written in and who wrote it believe to be just nonsense that someone decided to publish. However, when taking about art as whole, art is sometimes easy to understand and grasp and other times the poem or art piece is so extremely abstract that the meaning is lost within the impatience of the reader. So, the person who decides what art is, is the person who can fully support their argument or the conclusion that they have come to with sufficent evidence as to why they think what they do. On the other hand, this presenting of evidence does not even have to be made, seeing that in our society today, the whole freedom of expression concept can really wedge a barrier between what art is and what isn't. The question is not who decides what art is? The question is how do we decide what is based on the principles of what we call freedom of expression? And I know that question sounds extremely redundant, but if there is so much freedom then there can't be a single person that decides what art is.

The celebration of disorder.

The poem i chose was, "Forgetfulness." This poem illustrates the celebration of disorder throughout the entire piece, but most brilliantly in the line, "long ago you kissed the names of the nin Muses goodbye, and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag..."(Buco, Osso). This line is always the highlight of the poem for me. When reading these lines I feel aas if I am an alszimers patient and cannot remember trivial things that I used to kow without thinking. It is a celebration of disorder because in an orderly mind i guess, memories would be easy to recall and not supratic. In addition to this, within this same poem I found the celbration of disorder in the line, "No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart"(Buco, Osso). The last line in the poem is the summation of the poems disorder because in a way to think as love as being a drift that was found in a love poem known to someone at one point in time, but is now gone, the question of what is the purpose of loving? surfaces in my mind. The disorder in this poem is amazing and is similar to how a lot of people go about their lives, in sparts and random comings and goings.

"Forgetfulness," by Osso Buco

Where does the breakdown of words and meaning lie...In an inadequate system of language or an intelligent understanding of reality?

From the peom "Adolescence II," I applied the question 'where does the breakdown of words and meaning lie?' From the poem I examined the line, "Then they come, the three seal men with eyes as round"(Dove, Rita). The breakdown of words and their distortion of basic text is what is written above. This line demonstrates that without the words surrounding the words "seal" or "three" the context and illustration would be blurred. So, the breakdown of words and where the meaning within that word lies within the image that it is supposed to be creating. In addition to that line another would be, "Night rests like a ball of fur on my tongue"(Dove, Rita). In this line the meaning and breakdown occurs when the poet uses the words "fur." The word "fur" and it standing alone would for most illustrate some sort of animal, however in this poem the meaning has nothng to do with an animal. When tring to find the meaning of words its impossible to find the meaning of words without surrounding words to give a word meaning or life.


Adolescence II, by Rita Dove

How have you fallen victim to the affects of hyperreality?

I have fallen victim to the affects of hyperreality mainly through the sports equipment advertisement. For example, "Nike Tiempo Premier SGT Glove - Royal "(Eurosport). I understand ususally afterr the fact that I ahve bought hundred and twenty dollar gloves that these gloves will not make my skills any better than what they were before, but that for some reason does not sink in. I will still purchase these gloves as if I NEED them and as if when I have them in my possession that I will not only become royalty, nbut will also become some sort of premier goalkeeper because of these gloves. Another example would have to be goalkeeping appreal. Another example being, "adidas Goalkeeper Undershirt " (Eurosport). This tells me that my old white tank that i ususally wear is not doing the trick anymore and that now i need to purchase a forty dollar undershirt that i wont get to even show off I just wear it underneath my jersey thats already dry-fit so i wont drench my jersey and the sweat will slow me down from diving for the ball. Knowing myself in a year or two I will fall victim to both of these useless items, but at that moment in time I will feel as if I NEED them to be that much greater of goalkeeper.

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2 faces of pain

right here, right now, i wish i was invisible. i'm tired of wearing my mask. why do i do this to myself. alone in my room i cry and become drowned in thought. why is it so hard to be happy, even though i have friends, are you really my friend? i wish i could ask them, but what would happen then? would we still be friends? would be the same? i laugh when people say that i'm so cool and funny, and confident. i'm always thinking, me? no. i'm not cool, i want to tell them, i'm really just telling you what you want to hear. funny. no. its just what i want you to know about me. i did this to myself. i make people laugh because it gets rid of my pain. i don't know why i am this way, but i just am.when it comes to people who are my "friends" i hate to see them cry, i hate to see them hurt. its my responsibility to help them. thats just the way i am. i wish i was the same person on the inside that i am on the outside. problems, problems, problems thats all i deal with all day. i want to tell people who i really am but will i be accepted? will they still see me the same way? would they try to help me? would they care for me as much as i care for them? why do i care so much? walking in the hall i feel alone. alone even with the halls packed with those i love and care for i am alone.
Hollow
emotionless
am i really a good person? wandering the hallways i think and the world around me seems like a dream
I'M TIRED OF LAUGHING WHEN NOTHING IS FUNNY!
I'M TIRED OF MAKING JOKES THAT ONLY NUMB THE PAIN!
I'M TIRED OF OF BEING THE PERSON THAT ALWAYS WIPES EVERYONES TEARS, BUT NOBODY IS THERE TO WIPE MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm alone everywhere it seems like. at school i'm alone i'm an only. but i want to be happy and i want to feel as if i am loved and accepted by someone. i want to be in someones arms that knows who i am.
i want to be warm
i want to be wanted
i want
i want, but i know i will never have because if i get too close i do something to mess it all up becasuse if something happens i dont want to hurt them so,
i run from the arms i desire,
i hide from what hurts me,
i run from what i do not understand.
a shoulder to lean on. and a smile to ease my stress
thats happiness to me.
and with this i hide my heart in my back pocket
away from everyone
away from light, so,
i am a hollow body who walks the halls