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  <title>shakespear&apos;s rival</title>
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  <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:22Z</modified>
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  <entry>
    <title>the bees</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:22Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-05-04T22:01:19-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9337</id>
    <created>2005-05-05T03:01:19Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">“Lily you are such a pretty child,” except for Miss Jennings at church, was legally blind. This line has so much power and summaries the feeling had as a little child. “I worried so much about how I looked and...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[<p>“Lily you are such a pretty child,” except for Miss Jennings at church, was legally blind. This line has so much power and summaries the feeling had as a little child. “I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of being a girl.” A girl without a mother couldn’t find her place in the world and had to look to other girl to know how to be a woman. </p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>theft</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:22Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-05-04T20:08:09-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9334</id>
    <created>2005-05-05T01:08:09Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Katrine Anne porter: Born in Indian Creek, Texas, in 1894, a great-great-great- granddaughter of the famous American frontiersman Daniel Boone, Katherine Anne Porter spent her early life in Texas and Louisiana. From her earliest childhood she was educated in convent...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>Katrine Anne porter: Born in Indian Creek, Texas, in 1894, a great-great-great- granddaughter of the famous American frontiersman Daniel Boone, Katherine Anne Porter spent her early life in Texas and Louisiana. From her earliest childhood she was educated in convent schools of the South and, after graduation, worked as a newspaper reporter in Dallas and Denver. Illness forced her to give up her career as a journalist. She traveled extensively and lived in New York City, in Europe, and in Mexico, Drawing on her experience and travels, she employed a variety of backgrounds in her fiction. Her style was not to give any explanation to the reader assuming they already know. Theft- didn’t give the name of the main character. She made you do you own analysis and research.											Camilo- drop nickels in the machine. When he insisted on a taxi she said it “you it simply will not do.” Does being poor create a bond? He was a very polite man and he cared about her. Even in the rain he was willing to have his hat destroyed by the rain. Was it all an act? The effect of alcohol “the more it skid the calmer I feet”. “This bird is a homicidal maniac, and I could do with a cocktail myself”. Is the bird the taxi? I think Rogers is her friend and his girl is Stella. She had a lot of male companion. Her purse generates so much anger. Can a purse do that to a woman? Or was it the fact that she got it from camilo or its content. The setting for "Theft" is New York City. The heroine is a writer and reviewer, like Miss Porter. The time is the onset of the Great Depression of the l930s. The stolen purse in the story symbolizes all property. Appropriately, it is made of gold cloth. Thus, the stealing of the purse represents the conflict between the "haves" and the "have-nots." But the conflict is never simple in Miss Porter's stories, nor is it easy to arrive at a facile definition of the problem. The young woman who owns the purse has little else. She is in fact close to starving and may really be poorer than the janitress. But, like the purse, she is a symbol of those who possess things other people do not have but want. And at the end of the story, by a brilliant reversal, the janitress has succeeded in making the heroine feel that she has stolen, if not from the janitress herself, then from the janitress' niece. The emotions running through this story are mixed, as are the sympathies of the reader.</p>

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  <entry>
    <title>you dont want to die</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:14Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-28T15:35:26-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9235</id>
    <created>2005-04-28T20:35:26Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Coming from a very healthy family can…cer is a very distant mystery. Losing close ones to can….cer has to be a very devastating episode. From asking the question why me, to anger then frustration, eventually freedom which is just another...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[<p>Coming from a very healthy family can…cer is a very distant mystery. Losing close ones to can….cer has to be a very devastating episode. From asking the question why me, to anger then frustration, eventually freedom which is just another word for nothing to lose. Life is the big city where six feet under is an eventuality. Slow, painful and sure crossing over has to be the worst type of torment a human can experience. Physically, mentally and emotionally are all they ways you would be siphoned. Life without these hardship wont make us stronger, perhaps will be like cry babies every time we cut a finger. A moment of silence for all who have succumbed to the force of this dis- ease</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>The Farmer&apos;s children</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:13Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-27T19:16:35-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9222</id>
    <created>2005-04-28T00:16:35Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">1949 was the time period of the story. Little boys were given what would be consider adult jobs. My first reaction to this story was that the parents were irresponsible both the steps mom and the father. Then I also...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
      <email>kay1249@setonhill.edu</email>
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      <![CDATA[<p>1949 was the time period of the story. Little boys were given what would be consider adult jobs. My first reaction to this story was that the parents were irresponsible both the steps mom and the father. Then I also thought that the boys should never have been sent out without a blanket or the knitted gloves. Considering the time, little boys were expected to do things like that and act like men way before they could decide right from wrong. Kicking the bucket through the wrath of winter was probably what happened. Judd shouldn’t receive the blame for anything that happened to the little boys because the family should have been more responsible and caring.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>the day my country cried</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:10Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-21T18:03:19-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9149</id>
    <created>2005-04-21T23:03:19Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">The shadow of death was upon us, our Country was attack by cowardly terrorist. When the &quot;Capital Of The World&quot; was taken by surprise. When most of our brothers and sisters where on there way to work, smoke and thunder...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>The shadow of death was upon us, our Country<br />
was attack by cowardly terrorist.<br />
When the "Capital Of The World" was taken by<br />
surprise. When most of our brothers and <br />
sisters where on there way to work, smoke and<br />
thunder covered the city.<br />
Heartless crimal minds killed our people for<br />
no reason at all.<br />
Dont think will go quite into the night and<br />
hide, for we will find you and bring whos<br />
responsible for justice, may God forgive you<br />
and have mercy on your soul, myself as an <br />
American cant...<br />
Today is a brand new day and together, will<br />
help one another, soon our flag will fly high<br />
and our Nation will recover, then We the <br />
people, We the Country with honor will<br />
reclaim "Our Independence Day".<br />
God Bless America....</p>

<p>Illeana Villafana </p>

<p>Copyright ©2005 Illeana Villafana<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>birthday song</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:10Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-21T16:37:45-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9147</id>
    <created>2005-04-21T21:37:45Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Leon Markowicz (1940– ) The canary yellow envelope at mail call aroused the other seminarians, “What’s the occasion?” “Ya got me,” I lied and peeked in at two Mallards landing on a Blessed Virgin blue pond with a largemouth bass...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[<p>Leon Markowicz (1940– )</p>

<p><br />
The canary yellow envelope at mail call<br />
aroused the other seminarians,<br />
“What’s the occasion?”<br />
“Ya got me,” I lied and peeked in at<br />
two Mallards landing<br />
on a Blessed Virgin blue<br />
pond with a largemouth bass<br />
leaping to greet them<br />
under the swirling script<br />
in the sky—<br />
Happy Birthday<br />
To A Wonderful Son—<br />
the only reminder that<br />
tomorrow, just another<br />
day in the sem,<br />
was my birthday,<br />
the seventh since any celebration<br />
with Mom and Sarah, my sister,<br />
the seventh away from Winthrop Street<br />
in Detroit, half a continent west,<br />
my third birthday<br />
with my new family<br />
the Congregation of the Holy Ghost<br />
whom I adopted with vows of<br />
poverty, chastity, obedience<br />
a family but<br />
no gifts, not even a handkerchief,<br />
no three-layer cake<br />
lathered with angel-white icing,<br />
lipstick-red roses,<br />
first slice for the birthday boy,<br />
no candles, family, friends to sing<br />
Happy Birthday to You</p>

<p>© Leon Markowicz</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>New found respect</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:04Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-14T20:43:36-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9030</id>
    <created>2005-04-15T01:43:36Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Your demeanor is as cool the winter Your heart is as strong as a fortress Talking with you elevated my stress Though in a appreciated way Death of your sibling translates into an angel for you That’s why you live...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>Your demeanor is as cool the winter<br />
Your heart is as strong as a fortress<br />
Talking with you elevated my stress<br />
Though in a appreciated way<br />
Death of your sibling translates into an angel for you <br />
That’s why you live your life so true	<br />
Water is a gift from god <br />
But the surfeit of your life it was all hoard<br />
Dead bodies are dead bodies<br />
Normal in the life and eyes of a Rwandan<br />
But a nightmare in the eyes of a human<br />
An hour of conversation with you<br />
Gave me a new found respect for you. <br />
					Lanre kayode<br />
						4/13/05</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Italy to try three former Nazis</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:03Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-14T17:50:50-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.9028</id>
    <created>2005-04-14T22:50:50Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">I...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>I<a href="http://blogs.setonhill.edu/mt/mt-tb1122.cgi/2951 "> </p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>a poem for a gained angel</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:11:00Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-13T21:51:07-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8996</id>
    <created>2005-04-14T02:51:07Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">death gotta be easy cuz life is hard it will leave physically,mentally,emotionally scared the thorns of life disoriented me when all five went over the bridge now i have an angel watching over me cuz of where you&apos;ve reached the...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
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      <![CDATA[<p>death gotta be easy cuz life is hard<br />
it will leave physically,mentally,emotionally scared<br />
the thorns of life disoriented me when all five went over the bridge<br />
now i have an angel watching over me cuz of where you've reached<br />
the 12 of us were like blood brothers<br />
and couldn't be separated by no others<br />
3 years seems like yesterday<br />
and yesterday like forever<br />
even though we'll all die someday<br />
i thought your death would be kept at bay<br />
till the we got our retirement pay<br />
and enjoy the fruits of labor in a special way<br />
death has done us part<br />
but I'll always have you in my heart.<br />
                               till we meet again<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>the best girlfriend you never had</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:49Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-07T17:50:59-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8836</id>
    <created>2005-04-07T22:50:59Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">“It took me less than half a baseball season to discover my oversight: Gordon had a jealous streak as vicious as a heat seeking missile, and could make a problem out of a paper bag.” This was just one of...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>“It took me less than half a baseball season to discover my oversight: Gordon had a jealous streak as vicious as a heat seeking missile, and could make a problem out of a paper bag.” This was just one of her relationship. Pretty strong words to express the effect of jealous can have on relationship. Occasionally when it gets out of control it leads to death or violence. Every single channel you turn to nowadays you would see a weight loss program. Women are pressed to be skinned with fake bosoms and usually end-up with a broken heart. They do these things to impress their men and still don’t get the result they want. That’s unfortunate.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>the half-skinned steer</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:49Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-07T17:19:07-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8834</id>
    <created>2005-04-07T22:19:07Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">For animal lovers you need to turn and read another blog because I am about to tell you my experience. It’s not too graphic though. All my life, at least for 18 years I always saw the meal I was...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>For animal lovers you need to turn and read another blog because I am about to tell you my experience. It’s not too graphic though. All my life, at least for 18 years I always saw the meal I was going to eat alive three hour before it was meal time. Whether it was a cow, turkey, goat or chicken. I didn’t think the story was that gruesome. Life on a ranch seems to be pretty boring to me. Couldn’t do it. I also think it funny that an emu is a convicted murderer.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>you are ugly too</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:47Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-06T22:14:08-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8808</id>
    <created>2005-04-07T03:14:08Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Familiarity breed contempt can be the perfect description of what happened between Zoë and her student. The words in italics all talked about her features and behavior. Lorrie Moore might be thinking that there was something wrong with her disposition...</summary>
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      <![CDATA[<p>Familiarity breed contempt can be the perfect description of what happened between Zoë and her student. The words in italics all talked about her features and behavior. Lorrie Moore might be thinking that there was something wrong with her disposition and decided to put it in italics. I saw Bernice in Zoë in the sense that she bore men to the point of sorrow with her choice of clothes and conversational topics. <br />
“I think I’m to old.” Is a sign of insecurity. She probably feels like no one like her. Age is a sensitive topic among women. She wanted a kid so she made love secretly. How can you make love secretly? I guess she was trying different men to see if she could get pregnant and have a kid. Sign of loneliness? Maybe.<br />
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  <entry>
    <title>greenleaf</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:47Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-06T22:00:14-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8807</id>
    <created>2005-04-07T03:00:14Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Nigger is offensive word to the African American race when it spelt like that. It is an acknowledgement to a fellow comrade when it spelt like this-nigga. It was used in racist form in the Greenleaf. Mrs. May was the...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
      <email>kay1249@setonhill.edu</email>
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      <![CDATA[<p>Nigger is offensive word to the African American race when it spelt like that. It is an acknowledgement to a fellow comrade when it spelt like this-nigga. It was used in racist form in the Greenleaf. Mrs. May was the owner of a farm house inherited from her late husband. She felt she gave the Greenleaf family a source of income when no one else would give them the time of day. Her thought of the Greenleaf boys were high compared to her sons who she thought had no respect and couldn’t wait till she died. That to me seems she had issues. Mr. Greenleaf was a brave man in his own right. He conveyed to Mrs. May that he thought both her sons were nincompoops. Seemed Wesley had a profound hate from his mom. “I wouldn’t milk a cow to save your soul from hell.” Distance I also notice was a very important sign of respect especially for the white in those days. “They stopped about six feet from the automobile and stood looking at her.” The blacks were not supposed to be to close to the whites. “Facing a jury of Greenleaf’s’.” That was the funniest line of the whole story. They had a lot of kids. Mrs. May was a tough woman and don’t think she deserved to die. Didn’t think she was racist either. any one think she did?</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>here we are</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:47Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-04-06T21:21:58-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8803</id>
    <created>2005-04-07T02:21:58Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">The jitters of marriage come into play in the story. Only three hours into the marriage and its falling apart. Marriage is a big step in anyone’s life be it Chinese or not. They have the same problem but it...</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
      <email>kay1249@setonhill.edu</email>
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      <![CDATA[<p>The jitters of marriage come into play in the story. Only three hours into the marriage and its falling apart. Marriage is a big step in anyone’s life be it Chinese or not.  They have the same problem but it doesn’t usually end up in divorce like 50% of marriages in the United States. I think there was justifiable reason why she was paranoid about her marriage. Her husband tried to divert her negative thinking and focus it on the life they have ahead of them particularly the honeymoon. “Well, she was certainly a knock-out at the wedding.” That comment definitely didn’t help the situation. He was checking out another woman at his wedding it seemed. When you are married that means you also get married to your spouse’s family. She had the notion that her husband didn’t like her family. women-do like to be told that you are loved and is it necessary?</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>greenleaf</title>
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    <modified>2006-03-17T20:10:38Z</modified>
    <issued>2005-03-31T19:40:37-05:00</issued>
    <id>tag:blogs.setonhill.edu,2005:/LanrewKayode/268.8675</id>
    <created>2005-04-01T00:40:37Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">You have to remove the speck in your own eyes before you tried to take out others. how can a Christian woman be judgmental....</summary>
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      <name>OlanrewajuKayode</name>
      
      <email>kay1249@setonhill.edu</email>
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