'Becoming Jane'

Today I watched 'Becoming Jane' "A biographical portrait of a pre-fame Jane Austen and her romance with a young Irishman" and after being reduced to tears yet again, I wrote this poem to capture the emotions in the closing scenes. 

A Jane Austen inspired poem

These eyes tell a story of sadness

Of haste and love, unrequited

Bestowed on you, most unwanted

These feelings are strong as ever

And do not diminish with tears

Thought they are plenty and free flowing

Through glazed eyes

I see a dull unfulfilling world

A plastered smile controlling

I am so tantalisingly tormented

Twisting words and playing thoughts

I am deceived by my own

Most inappropriate lustful thoughts

Reliant on friends for news

Listening for a glimmer of hope or redemption

I have lost you, and thereafter myself

by Amanda Roe

5th May 2010

My First Prezi

Everyone has to create a presentation at some point in their student or professional career. Prezi is a cloud based presentation software. It allows you to create interesting presentations that can be metaphors for your work. If you can work it out they are available to share online ...

http://prezi.com/iphl3k-gbqoc/untitled-prezi/?kw=view-iphl3k-gbqoc&rc=ref-41154531

You can download the presentations to play on your computer. I am still learning how to then upload this to an external site, like how to up load it to this blog.  

'Paint' a pretty picture

I was playing around with images one afternoon, when I was reminded of a ICT lesson in my NVQ placement. The children created images in a 'paint' like program and then used animate to sequence the images and add tempo. This was a fun story I created for the children. I no longer have the original program so can not edit the speed, this is just an online version. 

Today I have taken still paint images, and created a giggly poem. 

A Jane Austen inspired poem

I am such a huge fan of Jane Austen, that every time I read her novels or watch the BBC rendition of Pride and Prejudice I am truly inspired. This is one of my favourite poems I have written about Georgian living. Currently I am living in Bath and being able to walk around the city that she knew and wrote about, is amazing. 

‘Past’s dream, futures tale’,

A Jane Austen inspired poem

I was not meant for this life, but for the last

In dream, and wonder a life in the past

Rich or poor, living of your own land

Women waiting for a gentleman’s hand

Courtship and love so caged and raw

Then lust and language, beautiful and pure

Where manor, air and statue freely roam

And a lady in waited to run her own home

The coats, the jackets, the hats and the boots

Men riding out going on shoots

Bringing carriages, jewels one and all

To show your status, at a grand ball

Ladies dresses elegant and clean

A thousand a year that was the dream

Many a man can be introduced in this crowd

A prosperous marriage, would make mother proud

Music, soft and loud, lively and free

Thought dances, set a, one, two, three

Who is watching my dear?

Head up, Look pretty my dear

Catch the eye of a gentleman, come in from town

Catch his heart my dear, don’t let me down

Live a life, live one dream, that I will do

Live it strong, spoken with these words from you

Come forth from the pages of your books

Pride and Prejudice, Being Jane, your words I took

And I thank you, for words and all that you write

That keeps us reading, but not by candle light

For things have moved on, this I despair

Jane Austen I love, and that fresh country air.

By Amanda Roe

3rd March 2010

Rest In Peace

Shakesbear . .

Having a go at animation . . .

My University tutor introduced us to this online animation software which enables you to create and animate your own stories. The site is http://www.xtranormal.com/ why not give it a go yourself, and share it.

Below is my first attempt at animation. I choose to animate a published poem, so I could play around with the animation buttons rather than focusing on the speech. It was a challenge to find the right movement but I do not think it is bad for a first attempt. . . .

*I do not own the rights to this historic poem, therefore some of the words have been altered so it could be published as a promotion for poetry*