Oh my goodness! What’s going on in the jungle? I can’t believe Gemma has given up already. An avid camper she is not! I really wanted her to give it a go and stretch herself in the jungle tasks and see her blossoming like the jungle bloom I thought she was going to be. What a shame she has given up so quickly. Oh well – you just never know how you are going to cope in a given situation until you are there living it. But really – she was only there a few days – I’m shocked! Such a lovely big personality and she fell apart so quickly. I hope she doesn’t completely give up on her career in television because I think she could be amazing, still. Still – I am excited to see who will be next to be dropped into the camp.
Let’s have a recap of Gemma’s short stint in the jungle…
So…yes…well… “can we have some eye candy?” Sounds like a good idea to me.
This is dedicated to the celebs in the jungle. I’m falling in love with lil tiny Tinchy, he’s such a cutie. He has a little light in his eyes, like he’s really on some kind of spiritual journey. He’s kind and thoughtful and really cares for his new jungle buddies. Bless him! And Gemma – you’re not alone girl. You can do it – you just need a bit of faith in yourself! I don’t want to hear any of you saying: “I’m a Celebrity get me out of here!”
I might comment some more on this series of Celebrity cos it’s brilliant!
Last December, I received an urgent text from my father: CALL ME. My father, like most fathers, normally reserves the use of brief text messages in ALL CAPS for important news or emergencies. Since he’s retired now, well into his 70s, and his wife has been diagnosed with terminal bladder cancer—a cancer that should have been caught much earlier and should have been curable with simple resection—I assumed the worse, something health-related and horrific.
When I phoned, my father told me about an advertisement he’d seen for a poetry contest, a Christian poetry contest with a small fee and cash prizes. Instead of counting my inevitable winnings, I imagine my brow furrowed as if I’d just heard the compensation package for an adjunct teaching position. I thought immediately of Poetry.com and similar scams, suspecting that if I were to enter such a contest, the only plausible response would be solicitation…
The sonnet is perhaps the most misinterpreted style of poetry in the English language. For too long, it has been associated with Shakespearean dandyism and caricatures of half-witted Don Juans trying to woo their lovers with pithy flower metaphors. This myopic view has prevented many aspiring poets from honing their craft and incorporating structure to their unstructured verse. I’m here today to teach you how to write a sonnet, but I also want to explain how it can be beneficial for the average writer–and even the non-poet–to use the sonnet as a training ground for keeping ideas sound and cohesive.
OK. But what is a sonnet?
A sonnet is a 14-line poem developed by the Italian poet Petrarch (1304-1374) during the 14th century. Enamored by a lifelong love for a mysterious and elusive woman known as Laura, Petrarch composed 366 of these poems (for every day of a leap year) that…