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February 2019

Music Narrative

Music Narrative 

Music, Honestly, What is it to me

 

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain

Bob Marley

 

 

      Voices from others can be irritating, and that’s why I listen to music with my headphones, to block out their irksome voices. When I’m walking through a crowd filled with bothersome kids or touchy and overprotective parents—which kinda annoy me—I put on my headphones listening to any type of rap, classical music or reggae to keep their voices out of my head and to keep me nice and calm.

 

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WWFenn choice—PODCAST

Choosing a Poem

 

 

      “One look can be all it takes, sometimes. It was the first line of William Wordsworth’s poem, “I wandered Lonely as a Cloud” that made me want to memorize this poem for my WWFenn. “I wandered lonely as a cloud.” That was it. That line seemed so deep, yet so simple. That first line gave an idea of the rest of the poem, simple, but deep. I was desperate for a poem, some poems seemed like they went on forever with hundreds and hundreds of paragraphs and others, well, they didn’t appeal to me. Until, on my last desperate attempted before going to ASM, I found it. I sat on Fitz’s couch—elbows dig into my legs—frustrated with my inability to find a poem, but then with one last desperate scroll through Fitz’s website, I found it, at least, the first line. However, I trusted that this one look was all I needed. I was right. It didn’t matter that I only took one look at poem, actually one look at the first sentence. It only mattered that the first sentence spoke of something that resonated with me, loneliness. Sometimes, it’s one look, just one. Not all the time. Just sometimes. It’s different with people. They are more than just what the eye can see.”

 


WWFenn piece reflection

Choosing a Poem

Just One Look, Sometimes 

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The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

-F.Scott Fitzgerald 

 

       One look can be all it takes, sometimes. It was the first line of William Wordsworth’s poem, “I wandered Lonely as a Cloud” that made me want to memorize this poem for my WWFenn. “I wandered lonely as a cloud.” That was it. That line seemed so deep, yet so simple. That first line gave an idea of the rest of the poem, simple, but deep. I was desperate for a poem, some poems seemed like they went on forever with hundreds and hundreds of paragraphs and others, well, they didn’t appeal to me. Until, on my last desperate attempted before going to ASM, I found it. I sat on Fitz’s couch—elbows dig into my legs—frustrated with my inability to find a poem, but then with one last desperate scroll through Fitz’s website, I found it, at least, the first line. However, I trusted that this one look was all I needed. I was right. It didn’t matter that I only took one look at poem, actually one look at the first sentence. It only mattered that the first sentence spoke of something that resonated with me, loneliness. Sometimes, it’s one look, just one. Not all the time. Just sometimes. It’s different with people. They are more than just what the eye can see.