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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]] &amp;amp; [[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes ]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that we choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. Kristy has gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college, while Sofia, as a future architectural engineer, is able to provide insight from a different perspective, also having taken painting lessons since a very young age. This project combines our favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message that we wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. Our main goal was to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The title of this Milestone was chosen to be &amp;quot;Adding Pigment&amp;quot; as for every person that goes through London is not only influenced by it and its weather as seen in [[Colourless London]], but at the same time, they leave a piece of them that adds to the beauty of this city. In the same way as they take inspiration from the amazing stories London has to tell, they create a new chapter, and if they do it well, a really good one. Each artist presented in the background of this Milestone was chosen because of their irrefutable relevance to the history of London in the artistic side. In the background, we present the way in which different situations they lived conducted them to become some of the most influential and inspiring individuals the streets of London have ever seen. Likewise, each artist is known to have revolutionized in some way their field &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the existing base of knowledge and techniques. From the fields of Painting, Literature and Architecture, we chose a set of six artists divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the Past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the Present&amp;quot; to, in some way, categorize them by periods and let the readers draw conclusions about the similar traits in their work. Inspired by these great minds, we leave in the deliverable our own works of art painting the same sites where pictures were taken for Colourless London, choosing a specific picture for each one and &amp;quot;replicating it&amp;quot; in some way with acrylic paintings, just the way David Hockey used to do with his photography. The difference, however, is that we aim to emphasize the contrast between the gray color palette seen in the pictures that characterizes London and the use of color in our paintings that represents our perspective of the city. In this way we seek to add pigment to the scenery in a literal and metaphorical way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Despite the widespread social anxiety caused by the fog, many artists found in it a source of inspiration from a wide broad of perspectives. For some, fog represented a looming presence, alive and malignant.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: BELKNAP HARVARD. pp 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote from &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot; by Corton perfectly exemplifies the way in which some people used too feel about the fog, however, for some other many artists, the fog could be seen as magical or even romantic. The same thing could be seen from very different perspectives and used for many different purposes. The fog could be used by robbers to easily disappear after their theft and the same fog could also be used by artists like Monet to show the world the beauty of a city like London. Likewise the fog could be the source of sickness and depression or could also be the source of motivation and inspiration, giving a person's mind the push needed to boost their creativity. Just like that, the city of London has been the source of inspiration and spectator of some of the greatest minds the world has seen. From painters to writers to architects, London has evoked many &amp;quot;shades of feelings&amp;quot; that have driven locals and foreigners to accomplish great things. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a city immersed in its own history, London has seen a lot happening through its streets, and by digging in the past, it is easy to find a more gloomy, mysterious and heavy perspective of the fog, enraptured in all kinds of art. The following representatives were chosen because of their imminent and irrefutable success in their disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Monet===&lt;br /&gt;
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Claude Monet was a French artist of the Impressionist movement. He was actually so influential to this movement that it was named after one of his paintings called ''Impression, Sunrise''. The painting was named like that because, as stated in the book &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot; by House, &amp;quot;you can only see an impression of the sunrise and the person in it because he changed a lot his subjects and how he depicted them&amp;quot;.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;The the viewer has to analyze, assume and connect the dots to figure out the purpose of the painting. This was not exactly abstract art but it was definitely different from any sort of traditional art at that time. Monet was a revolutionary and the complexity of his works continues to amaze the most demanding art critics and attract collectors from all over the globe. Unlike many other famous artists, when Monet started, he had no prior knowledge of art techniques, which may have been the cause of him developing his own. However, he was surely inspired by many other artists before him. Today Monet is one of the best-known artists in the world. In the creation of his own style, his purpose was to overcome the tradition of detailed works of art and use intense brushstrokes to create an impression of a painting. According to his biography, &amp;quot;Monet by himself&amp;quot;, he started painting in Paris many scenes of the Seine river as well as impressions of landscapes of the place he lived in at different times of the day. This specific trait defines his work, because this technique was not only very useful for practice, but also allowed the viewer to perceive the scene from different perspectives of the same place and by the same artist as he played with the changes in light. We can clearly see this technique in one of his biggest collections of paintings; Water Lilies, that he painted when he was living in Givenchy. Monet moved a lot during his life mainly within France, however, during the Franco-Prussian War, he moved to London for two years. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Monet, C., &amp;amp; Kendall, R. (2003). Monet by Himself: Paintings, drawings, pastels, letters. Boston: Little, Brown, Chapter 1. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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During his time in London, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the captivating inspiration that emerged from the city's mesmerizing views. Using his technique, he painted many of its landscapes and buildings at different times of the day, as he was known for. He painted many views from the Thames, including Parliament and Westminster and even though it was only for a short period of time, his time in London marked his artistic career. In the book &amp;quot;London Fog, Christine Corton states: &amp;quot; His short stay in London resulted in the largest series of paintings that he had yet produced.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 182. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Monet, as many other artists, admired the London fog and its presence in his paintings was not only evident, but often even highlighted. The fog gave his paintings some sort of uniqueness and contributed to his Impressionism. As Christine Corton said in her book ''London Fog'' Monet commented &amp;quot; Without the fog, London wouldn't be a beautiful city... It's the fog that gives it it's magnificent breadth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 184. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This was a very outlandish way of viewing one of the nation's greatest struggle, but once again, he was a revolutionary. He was most likely intrigued by the fog as it went alongside his style and it was in such an abundance he had never seen before. There was probably not another city in the world that united the large amounts of fog and the astonishing man-made landscapes that were also full of meaning and history. In his paintings, he portrays the fog as part of the landscape or the impression of the landscape, which gave him great popularity due to his creativity and the originality of his works. In that time, there was certainly no other painter like Monet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet he did not paint with a lot of details, he created his works in such a way in which any Londoner would recognize the setting of his paintings. In addition to this, as he painted the same scene in different times of the day, he changed the colors to illustrate the different light patterns. The &amp;quot;special touch&amp;quot; or as we call it in this milestone &amp;quot;pigment&amp;quot; Monet added to his field was his originality and how even though he painted the same scene many times, each painting was unique. As posted in the official webpage of the National Gallery, in Monet's paintings &amp;quot;distance and perspective are abolished; a limitless expanse of water occupies our entire field of vision.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/claude-monet-water-lilies &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His paintings portrayed the idea of constant change and the beauty of it, in House's book, &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot;, he explains how Monet worried a lot about &amp;quot;the ever-changing environment and the effects of light in his paintings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even though it was the same landscape, this technique allowed the viewer imagine that it was a completely different environment. He focused a lot on the effects of light of the painting and used a distinct color palette for each painting. This different use of light and color provided him the irrefutable fame he keeps until today, when his biography is now studied at schools and his techniques are implemented by artists all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Charles Dickens===&lt;br /&gt;
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Charles Dickens was part of a huge family, being born the second of eight children on 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His parents named him Charles John Huffam Dickens and even though many people have heard about him and his work, not everyone knows about his middle names because he decided never to use them and e simply known as Charles Dickens. Even though he was raised with high aspirations of himself, it is almost impossible for him to have imagined the reach of his literary work in later years and how much his early life would influence him in the future. He was in London for the first time at the age of three because of his father's work. Although most people are unaware at such an early age, it is believed that he &amp;quot;absorbed the sights, smells and sounds of the City&amp;quot; according to his biography in the official Dickens London Tours.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As in any big family, money issues started to arise, however, that did not stop them from being happy in the early days. Nevertheless, it became a real problem for Charles when he was twelve, as his father was imprisoned for debt. To help with the family needs, Charles was forced to leave school and start working. We can easily infer that he did not make much money as a twelve year old, and that having his childhood taken away from him because of his parents mistakes left him very unhappy. For it was not his fault at all that his father was imprisoned, but yet he had to pay for his mistakes. This caused him great suffering but he sacrificed himself to help his family. As his biography by Biography.com Editors mentions, &amp;quot;He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he had no clue back then, this situation gave him the freedom to explore the streets and corners of London. He got to know every secret the city had, and by paying close attention to his surroundings he was able to get to know it &amp;quot;like the back of his hand&amp;quot;. However, Dickens is credited with a passion for London and according to Michael and Mollie Hardwick in their book Dickens's England, &amp;quot;he entertained no such thing&amp;quot;. For he grew up in the streets of London and this was not by choice, which allowed him to &amp;quot;greedily observe and absorb the city&amp;quot; getting to know it with &amp;quot;extensive and peculiar knowledge&amp;quot; as said by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, &amp;quot;but not loving it&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hardwick, M., &amp;amp; Hardwick, M. (1970). Dickens's England. London: Dent&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Despite this, it was not all bad for young Charles, because living as an adult while being a child also must have formed his character from a very early age and force him to mature and above all... think. Then according to a biography posted by BBC, for a short period of time he was able to go back to school when his father received and inheritance and was let free. However, his freedom lasted for a short period of time, as by the age of fifteen the biography in BBC's official website tells that he got a job as an office boy to help out his family again. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; BBC . (n.d.). History - Charles Dickens. Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Maybe this was not what he would have wanted for himself but this job propelled his writing career. His career began as a journalist for a local news paper, as many other authors. This job also allowed him to get to know a lot of people and start building a network of contacts that would allow him to keep escalating up in his career. Even back then he could infer the importance of &amp;quot;knowing people&amp;quot; so he did and soon he started getting better and better jobs still as a journalist, collaborating also with other artists to create material for the press. He started publishing monthly parts of what he called &amp;quot;The Pickwick Papers&amp;quot; in the newspaper and it was a massive success. By this time, Charles's personal life was also going very well, as in 1836 he married Catherine Hogarth, who would give him the great gift of parenthood about a year after. Charles gave his name to his first son with Catherine Hogarth, who would give him another nine children.&lt;br /&gt;
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After his first great success, he started to write nonstop and still with great quality, style and attention to detail. Very few people know London as he did, which allowed him to be the voice of the city itself. He had a very special way of writing about London granted by the events he went through in his childhood to what he also added his own touch. His increasing popularity allowed him to travel the world with his wife and even live in different places with her. However, he never took traveling as a vacation, for he continued to write and publish during these periods of time as if his travels only inspired him more and more instead off exhausting him. He was also, in general, a very nice person as he helped to found &amp;quot;The Guild of Literature and Arts&amp;quot; which was an organization that helped young artists struggling to make it through by presenting plays to the public. As he has once struggled in his life he probably founded this to help other fellow artists struggle a little bit less as they started to build their career just like he did. In addition to this, he also often performed as a character in the plays presented by that organization. Close to the end of his life, Dickens separated from his wife and started to see his children less. In the biography of Charles Dickens posted in the official website of the Dickens London Tours, Charles's daughter Kate recalled, &amp;quot;My father was like a madman… He did not care a damn what happened to any of us. Nothing could surpass the misery and unhappiness of our house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also according to that same biography, rumors spread about Charles Dickens's marriage ending because he was having an affair with his sister-in-law Georgina Hogarth. Dickens died at the age of 58 in England and was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. The most amazing thing about his unique perspective of London is the way despite all the struggles his life brought to him, he never stopped writing. And this is proven by the fact that by the time of his death he left his final novel &amp;quot;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&amp;quot; unfinished. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Charles Dickens is taught in schools all around the world as one of the main characters of English Literature, and he became himself a source of inspiration immediately linked to London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinniswood said in his book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile&amp;quot; that Christopher Wren &amp;quot;was the greatest architect Britain has ever known&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; London and its skyline wouldn't be as we know them nowadays if it wasn't for Sir Cristopher Wren and his irrefutable talent and hard work. In the year 1666, London was struck by a great tragedy that destroyed the majority of the city. This incident started as an honest mistake in a bakery shop. The Great Fire of London demolished many buildings in London including the greatest buildings. These buildings were not made of wood but when the rock was heated, it exploded. After this enormous catastrophe, Sir Christopher Wren was given the urgent task of reconstructing many churches. St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest work with his design of the dome. St. Paul was above all the work of his life, not only because of the magnitude of the project but also because of how much time he devoted to it. You can see this dome from various views from different angles of the city. Each angle shows the magnificent glory of its design, however, my personal favorite is from across the Millennium Bridge. This Cathedral is one of the most visited landmarks in the city because everyone wants to appreciate the design not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wren designed and reconstructed this building to wonder everyone that seeks to appreciate it today.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As incredible as it may sound, the architect that designed the majestic dome in St. Paul's Cathedral was also a skilled scientist with several other talents that were all probably useful in some way during the process of designing and building the cathedral. As Lisa Jardine said in her book about Wren called ''On a grander scale: The outstanding life of Sir Christopher Wren'':  &amp;quot;Wren was a versatile genius who could have pursued a number of brilliant careers with equal virtuosity. A mathematical prodigy, an accomplished astronomer, a skillful anatomist, and a founder of the Royal Society&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, Wren was a genius. He started his career as a scientist and graduated from Oxford University, which fills the institution with pride and they ensure it is widely known. Sir Christopher Wren was very knowledgeable and his most intimate friends were also renown scientists, brilliant people responsible for the greatest accomplishments in a wide variety of fields. This is proven by the text written on the cover of the book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile: A life of Cristopher Wren&amp;quot; by Tinniswood and Graham: &amp;quot;Wren's famous research in science included: mapping the moon and the stars, investigating the problem of longitude and the rings of Saturn, and carrying out groundbreaking experiments into the circulation of the blood.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And not only did he make his own research but also collaborated with his fellow scientists' work as stated by the author Lisa Jardine: &amp;quot;His observations on comments, meteorology, and muscular action made vital contributions to the developing ideas of Newton, Halley and Boyle.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, just as in Dickens's case, his network helped him escalate in his career, getting to know many important people of his time. As supported in the book &amp;quot;Wren&amp;quot; by Margaret  Whinney, &amp;quot;His connection to the Royal Society brought him into personal touch the King. He mapped moons and the trajectories of comets for kings and lived and worked under six monarchs.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Whinney, M. (1971). Wren. London: Thames &amp;amp; Hudson. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As it is easy to assume, back then, it was extremely important to have contact with the King, it opened an infinite amount of doors sometimes without the need of even knocking. Wren's career as an architect succeeded mainly because of this connection with royal people, as when he was appointed to rebuild the city after The great Fire of London, he ended up building approximately 50 churches. And as everyone was delighted with the course of his work, Wren also worked at Hampton Court Palace rebuilding the south view.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is important to emphasize as well how amazing it was that he succeeded in the field of architecture without any previous knowledge about it, making it up with the knowledge he had of other fields such as math. He is the greatest example of how, with hard work and the right connections, there is nothing unachievable. He must have had outstanding observation skills and was probably inspired by a couple of architects of his time. Little did he know he was to become an architect that would continue to inspire many, even centuries after his death. Also, as he succeeded in architecture, he never forgot his passion for science as many of this buildings had scientific purposes that very few people know about. It is easy to admire the magnificence of his buildings but as you pay close attention to the details he worked on for each one of them, it is impossible not to be filled with great astonishment. For example, as Lisa Jardine also explained in her book: &amp;quot;The Monument of the Great Fire of London was built with a subterranean laboratory and the southwest tower of St Paul's was used as a vertical telescope during its construction. Both were designed to function simultaneously as public monuments and as oversize scientific instruments.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; When we think about Sir Christopher Wren's contributions to the history of London it is like every church he made was &amp;quot;a stroke of his brush&amp;quot; (figuratively speaking) &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the London skyline and at the same time, devoting his life to his passions as he created a masterpieces of such magnitude as is St. Paul's Cathedral. He let his talents flourish so that all of us could be able to enjoy them. Finally, we could say that despite his fame and success he remains a modest man, for when he was dying he asked not to have a huge statue to honor him but to simply be buried in his greatest accomplishment, St. Paul's Cathedral, letting that be the &amp;quot;monument&amp;quot; to honor his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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===J.K. Rowling===&lt;br /&gt;
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J.K. Rowling has impacted many people's lives with her books, people of all razes, nationalities, religions and even ages. She has inspired young people to discover the joy of reading and entertained adults with her stories full of magic, mystery and suspense. It is not uncommon to hear about adolescents that had never grabbed a book in their lives falling in love with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. And that is the thing, It is amazing how her reading had the power to impact a whole generation and turn them into &amp;quot;Potterheads&amp;quot;. All it takes is a good book to inspire people to read and J.K. Rowling wrote many great pieces of literature that are still great gifts for people of all ages. She is best known for her Harry Potter Series, which made her worldwide famous, and apart from these, J.K. Rowling has written several more books. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her official website starts her biography like this: &amp;quot;Joanne Rowling was born on 1965 just outside Bristol, and grew up in Gloucestershire in England and in Chepstow, Gwent, in south-east Wales.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J.K. Rowling. (n.d.). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.jkrowling.com/about/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the places that marked her literature the most were London and Edinburgh. As a woman that developed in the generation of information and revolution of technology, she had the opportunity to travel a lot and live in many places even before being famous. After getting her degree she moved to London, where she was inspired to write about Harry Potter as she sat in a train station. In her biography written by Sean Smith it is said: &amp;quot;She conceived the idea of Harry Potter while sitting on a delayed train from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It seems almost ironic that after traveling so much, she came to get the idea that would change her life forever in the same country where she was born. She was inspired by her surroundings and wrote what she observed adding a creative component to it; her personal touch. For example, in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: parts one and two: in Chapter 1 ''KING'S CROSS'' she wrote: &amp;quot;A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. pp. 6&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Every word is perfectly placed in her sentences and invites the audience to keep reading almost effortlessly; as if the words had the ability to flow by themselves into our imaginations. However, until then this line could belong to any story set in that station, until J.K. Rowling adds the magic in Chapter 2 ''PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS'' as she says: &amp;quot;And which is also busy, but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it's now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved project.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown.pp.9&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She made of the streets of London a magical place full of wonders to discover that would only be available to &amp;quot;the chosen ones&amp;quot; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, even though she started in London, she also moved a lot while she was writing the series. Another of the major cities that highly inspired her writing was Edinburgh, Scotland. Just like London, a city full of a great deal of history and mystery that was a perfect source of inspiration for the young writer's imagination. As we visited Edinburgh, it was easy to spot the settings she chose to incorporate in some of the scenes of the books. Settings such as Hogwarts, the Quiddich Stadium, the cemetery and Diagon Alley. Even the four houses of Hogwarts that in the books were &amp;quot;named after the four founders of the school&amp;quot; (Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin) are suspected to e inspired by the houses of one of the most prestigious schools in Scotland that is set in Edinburgh and casually carry the same colors as the four houses in Hogwarts. &amp;quot;George Heriot’s houses Castle, Lauriston, Raeburn and Greyfriars correspond to Rowling’s own Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hodder, A. (2015, October 18). The Top Places To Visit In Edinburgh for Harry Potter Fans. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/scotland/articles/the-top-6-locations-for-harry-potter-fans-in-edinburgh/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, George Heriot’s School has a sports tournament every four years with other two schools of the United Kingdom. Many of the characters' names were also presumably derived from people who died in the city and are buried in Greyfriars Cemetery. Going to Scotland and hearing everyone; from tour guides, to store owners, to residents, talk about all these peculiar similarities between the city and her books was a little bit disappointing, but it also made us realize that all these details have always been out there for anyone to use and she was the only one with the imagination and intellect to do so. J.K. Rowling left her &amp;quot;stroke of pigment&amp;quot; in Edinburgh just as she did in London, writing her stories mainly in local cafes, that today are touristic spots. A famous one is  Elephant House, where now it is famously known for being &amp;quot;The Birthplace of Harry Potter&amp;quot; as the owners decided to announce it like. In several webpages they're announces with the following phrase: “Magic! Is the only way to describe The Elephant House. Experience the same atmosphere that J.K. Rowling did as she mulled over coffee writing her first Harry Potter novel. Experience the friendliness of the staff, our extensive menus and the magical view of Edinburgh Castle. Not to forget…the elephants”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The magic brew called Potter. (2016, October 09). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/The-magic-brew-called-Potter/article15396369.ece&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For her great influence in the pop culture today, her impact on the places where she wrote and her devotion to her passion for literature, J.K Rowling is a woman worthy of admiration. Also, J.K. Rowling's life before Harry Potter was not easy. Smith also wrote: &amp;quot;She encountered many obstacles and misfortunes before and during the writing process.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She took a long time writing the first book in the Harry Potter series but she never gave up and all her hard work is now being recompensed. She is a highly admired author with an impeccable reputation and she is also very rich. In fact, J.K. Rowling is considered by Forbes to be the second highest paid woman in entertainment. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; The 20 Richest Women In Entertainment. (2007, January 18). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/2007/01/17/richest-women-entertainment-tech-media-cz_lg_richwomen07_0118womenstars_lander.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, being rich is not comparable to the satisfaction she must feel as she receives flattering and well deserved positive reviews of her books and so much love from her fandom that beg fore more of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Miss Rowling is a great example of a creator that took as much as she could from what her environment in Edinburgh and London had to offer and she gave back to other cities becoming part of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:CasualVacancy.png|''From other series'' &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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David Hockney, born on 1937, has become one of the most influential figures in modern art, mostly because of all the different techniques he used and the ones he developed for his work. Also because of all the disciplines where he excelled as an artist throughout his entire life, which still continues. According to  Editors of Encycloprdia Britannica in their website,  &amp;quot;David Hockney is an English painter, printmaker, stage designer and photographer and one of the most important figures in modern art.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. (2017, April 26). David Hockney. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/David-Hockney&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The city were he was born, Bradford, was, just as London, a poor victim of the fog, in a biography written by Christopher Simon Sykes, he explains: &amp;quot;for the two hundred or so chimneys of the woollen mills were belching out fumes all day, which sank slowly into the basin in which the city lies, and made Bradford then one of the smokiest cities on earth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2011). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 1). London: Century, pp. 1-25&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. In that same book, the author reveals an interview with Hockney in which he says that he knew that he wanted to be an artist since the age of 10 and his parents always encouraged him to develop his talent. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Interview with David Hockney by Christopher Simon Skyes, June 2009&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Hockney was also known to e quite a good student and hard working artist that loved experimenting with different forms of art. He also traveled quite a lot and loved the state of California in the U.S., where he still owns a house. This is supported in his biography by Biography.com Editors,  &amp;quot;The swimming pools of L.A. were one of his favorite subjects, and he became known for large, iconic works such as A Bigger Splash.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; One of the most outstanding characteristics of his work &amp;quot;A Bigger Splash&amp;quot; is the technique he used to paint. He first took the pictures of the people he was going to paint and then putting together a bunch of these pictures he would put the person in the pose he wanted to paint. An example of this technique is shown below in the pictures. where it is easier to appreciate the complexity of Hockney's work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides being an admirable artist, he was never hesitant to show himself to the world and stand up for his personal beliefs. Also, his romances affected him so much that later in his life he suffered from depression after breaking up with a boyfriend that he lived with for a while. As mention in a website dedicated to David Hockney, &amp;quot;Hockney was devastated and started taking Valium to combat the depression and loneliness he suffered.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, despite all the tough times he went through in his life, he never let that intervene with his work as he has a huge amount of collections of different types of art always looking for a way to interact with the viewer through his work. As the American curator, Maurice Tuchman mentions in her book David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA, &amp;quot;Hockney is not at all involved in the creation of beauty as an end in itself. It is exactly this didactic urgency, this need to be heard plainly and to be understood clearly, which is the basis of his phenomenal popularity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tuchman, M., &amp;amp; Barron, S. (1989). David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, pp. 13&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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In one of his expositions, also shown below, he wrote &amp;quot;Perspective should e reversed... specially in photography&amp;quot;. He has definitely been a revolutionary artist that has been looked up to for over half a century now. Hockney is widely known for his adaptability and his ability to create new techniques using the emerging technologies. In photography, specifically he turned to “recreate photography” in a way in which, as he said in another interview with Sykes, “a photograph that could be described as having a strong illusion of reality”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2014). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 2). London: Century, pp. 160&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Though Hockney does not have a great number of photographies or paintings of London itself, he has been one of the most influential and innovative British artists for the past half a century. He developed a way to give a story to his images, instead of just leaving them as a single photograph. Through his collages, he makes his characters come to life and is able to transmit emotions and ideas, creating a reality for each one and showing it to its viewers. And with his method of combining photography and painting, he &amp;quot;added his pigment&amp;quot; to both fields. In a 2011 poll of more than 1,000 British artists, Hockney was voted the most influential British artist of all time. He continues to paint and exhibit, and advocates for funding for the arts. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH00.jpg|''Portrait of Nick Wilder, 1966. Acrylic on canvas, 72x 72 by David Hockney''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH05.jpg|''Gregory Swimming, Los Angeles, March 1st 1982 Composite Polaroid 70.5 x 130''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH03.jpg|''Le Nid Du Duc, April 1972. Color photographs from 35 mm negatives''&lt;br /&gt;
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Ken Shuttleworth, just as Christopher Wren, transformed completely London's skyline. According to his biography in his paper ''Form and Skin'', he was born in 1952 and studied at Leicester Polytechnic, where he got a degree with distinction in Architecture in 1977. According to that same paper, in 1974 he joined the architectural firm of Foster and Partners and shortly after became a registered architect. Then, in 1991 he became a partner of the firm &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot;, where he was responsible for the design of significant projects. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Since his time at college, he has been known as a great designer. In class, he would take half of the time his classmates would to finish his designs. His fast and impressive work gave him the nickname &amp;quot;Ken the Pen&amp;quot;. During his time in &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot; he designed what &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; news paper called &amp;quot;some of the world's most iconic buildings&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;.  Referring to masterpieces such as the Shanghai Banking Corporation’s headquarters and London's St Mary Axe or best known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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He certainly succeeded after college in &amp;quot;Foster Associates&amp;quot;, however, in 2003 he decided to leave the firm. As Shuttleworth always thought architects to have a big purpose, he felt like he could do more than working for a big firm, and this was a particularly big firm. &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; published about it in 2003 saying that &amp;quot;with a staff of nearly 600 and over 100 projects on the computer screens&amp;quot;, Foster Associates was &amp;quot;one of the world's busiest and highest-profile architectural practices.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As he moved on from Foster Associates, he founded his own firm, &amp;quot;Make&amp;quot;, in 2004. With him on the lead this firm was prompt to succed, and it did. In his paper &amp;quot;Form and Skin&amp;quot;, he wrote: &amp;quot;It grew to one od the UK's foremost architectural firms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Looking back into his life, his passion for design began at very young age. &amp;quot;The Guardian news paper once wrote about how with the help of his father he followed his passion and magnified his talent: &amp;quot;His father, an accountant, encouraged him: &amp;quot;He hated being an accountant. He said, 'Whatever you do, you should really enjoy doing it'.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Fairs, M. (2003, January 22). Ken Shuttleworth: architecture's best-kept secret. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2003/jan/22/architecture.artsfeatures &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He followed his fathers advice and became a magnificent architect worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; also wrote referring to Ken, &amp;quot;&amp;quot;He is one of the best hidden talents in the UK,&amp;quot; says Stuart Lipton, the chairman of the government's architecture watchdog of the Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment (CABE).&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote perfectly conveys to major ideas; the first one about his irrefutable talent, and the second one out how little is actually known about him. Unlike we had expected, finding information about Shuttleworth was somehow hard because he has always lived life with a low profile. However, after reading his papers and articles you can clearly see what an amazing architect he is. He wrote in the article &amp;quot;Throwing stones at those in glass houses, &amp;quot;Architects and environmental engineers have never had such an important role and we should take the initiative, seize the opportunity before it’s too late. Now is the time to wake up... and use our creativity, our curiosity and our passion for exploration...  to help save the planet&amp;quot;. Because of his passion and drive, he is a source of inspiration to many young architects. Reading his words reminded us that being an architect is an important role in the world and it is not just designing a pretty building. That sense of commitment and great creativity that he possesses and uses to improve our society is what makes him a person worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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Using David Hockney's technique of &amp;quot;Painting with Pictures&amp;quot;, we chose one picture of each site described in the Milestone [[Colourless London]] and we made them into paintings, emphasizing the use of bright colors inspired by different scenarios of London and making an imminent contrast with the pictures' monochromatic feel. Each set represents our own way of &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the city's most emblematic sites and to the way people usually perceive London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kristy: &amp;quot;The colors used were inspired by one of the pictures of the girls in this HUA program, Emily Wilson. She took this picture from the same bridge that I painted. The colors in the sunset inspired me to choose the color scheme in my work. However, I decided to paint a morning instead of a sunset, symbolizing a fresh start for the city of London. That is why the sky is a mostly blue and the bridge contains the colors of Emily's picture as if it had absorbed the sunset of the previous day, symbolizing that even though it is a fresh start, the past is still part of the city, or in this case, the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:D01.PNG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes|''London Eye Full of Colour'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; by Kristy Giacoman]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Kristy: &amp;quot;Purple is the most powerful wavelength of the rainbow and The London Eye is the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. Also Purple is my favorite color. Finally, I was inspired to choose that color scheme by this flowers I bought in Columbia Road Flower Market, in London. Because they enrapture the beauty I see in the streets of London, despite all opposing opinions and catastrophic events that have hit this city, which I like to think still stands strong.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sofia: &amp;quot;I used the picture Kristy took ''Colourless Big Ben'' as a model and the colors in the flag of the United Kingdom as an inspiration to create this painting. I used the radiant colors in the flag to represent Parliament and the citizens in the UK. The Big Ben identifies London as the flag identifies the UK. With the use of different shades of blue I created a sky as in the picture. To show the different levels of the top of the building I used either blue or red for each level. What the blue drops of paint falling down the Big Ben represents the trust of the citizens of London in their government fading away by disappointment. I decided to convey this message as a strong statement, knowing that as the citizens are the base of the society, if they lose trust in their government, the structure will not stand for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Gherkin==&lt;br /&gt;
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**Lemon Yellow&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:GH01.png|thumb|alt=photo by Kristy Giacoman|''Colourless Gherkin'']]&lt;br /&gt;
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Sofia: &amp;quot;This building is known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot; but its official name is 30 St Mary Axe. This nickname was given because of its similarity to the Mexican sour gherkin. The green colors used in this painting were inspired by two things, this Mexican sour gherkin, and the architect that designed it, Ken Shuttleworth. Shuttleworth cares deeply for the environment and saving the planet, which is why the color scheme that I chose contains greens and light blues, representing the colors of a field of grass. I liked the irony as well of painting a modern skyscraper with the same colors I would use to paint a plant. Also meaning that among all the development of the city, it is still important to keep the environment in mind, for London has already suffered enough by the filthiness of the fog.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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==St. Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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**Raw Limber &lt;br /&gt;
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**Phthalo Blue&lt;br /&gt;
**Lake Blue&lt;br /&gt;
** Light Green&lt;br /&gt;
**Phthalo Green&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:SP03.png|thumb|upright|alt=photo by Kristy Giacoman|''Colourless St. Paul's Cathedral'']]&lt;br /&gt;
| [[File:A03.JPG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes| &amp;quot;The Colourful St. Paul's Cathedral &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; by Kristy GIacoman and Sofia Reyes]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Kristy and Sofia: &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral represents the change in beliefs of the whole country. This painting was done by the both of us and we decided to use two pictures we took to inspire us and combine them into one, symbolizing how the different cultures and beliefs of the world merge to create this wonderful and &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; city of London. The green used is inspired by Sofia's picture and the grayish blue and purple have inspired the picture Kristy took. This painting represents unity within us and within London citizens. This unity comes to life in the deepest desires kept in the hearts of the good people of London that have been hurt by the recent events more than ever before. However, despite this, the hope of unity in diversity remains vibrant with people that are willing to stand up for it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, artists from the past and from the present are compared and contrasted. There is one artist chosen for each of the fields involved in the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;; Painting, Literature and Architecture. The intention was to outline the main differences in their styles and how they each one of them portrayed their environment from their very own perspectives and translated it into their works of art. In the same way, biographical facts are provided to give the reader a reference of how life circumstances and setting might have been influential in the artists' work. This Milestone is the linking point between [[Colourless London]] and [[Colourful Reality]], giving meaning to the rest of the project &amp;quot;[[user:akgiacoman|A London Full of Colour]]&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, for the deliverable, our own work is presented. With this, we intend to show our own perspective of London which contrasts with the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] in an extreme way. We tried to add some pigment of our own to create a much more [[Colourful Reality]] for ourselves. The paintings emphasize the use of colors in a symbolic way, what they represent are our different emotions and life experiences that stoke our lives, sometimes in unexpected ways, but always resulting in a breath taking outcome. Life is our very own masterpiece, it is what we make it and it is not in the very least monochromatic. In the contrary, all the aspects of our lives merge to create a unique work of art, that certainly might not be of everyone's liking, but then again, the only opinion that truly matters is that of the artist that made the masterpiece. In some occasions, the artist regrets the path he or she took and if given a second chance, would have done things differently. However, the work is done, the masterpiece is complete, and we can either live in regret or move forward in such ways where each stoke is more precise and better thought than the previous one. Some other artists die without the proper acknowledgment that their work deserves, however, what people think of their work can never influence the magnitude of its quality. A masterpiece, is a masterpiece even when there is no one to admire it and most things done with effort and passion are worth a standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Gallery of Pictures==&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Introduction, Artistic Component, Artists From the Past, Artists From the Present, Charles Dickens, David Hockney, Conclusion &amp;amp; final edits of the other artists. Painted &amp;quot;Tower Bridge Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;London Eye Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Ken Shuttleworth, core information for Monet, Sir Christopher Wren &amp;amp; JK. Rowling &amp;amp; formatting of information in the deliverable. Painted &amp;quot;Big Ben Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Gherkin Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:vjmanzo|Vincent Manzo]] &amp;amp; [[User:Cclark|Constance Clark]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Advisors&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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[[user:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures from the previous Milestones are accompanied by a poem of my own writing in this one. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
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or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
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broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
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get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
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on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
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and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
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then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
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by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
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and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
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pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
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to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
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while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present a poem of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. The terrorist attacks here shook the minds of the whole world, and my mind was no exception. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London (and how &amp;quot;she&amp;quot; feels), which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
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knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
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is about to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
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and although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
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she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
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living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
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and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
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she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
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She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
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This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
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as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
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To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
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As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
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A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
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with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
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a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
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by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
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and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
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rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
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so as she slowly sips her tea&lt;br /&gt;
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and she thinks of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;
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she remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
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but just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
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for there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
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and it is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
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If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing to be left filthy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
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and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
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when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism, &lt;br /&gt;
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forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
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for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
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and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
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for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the last attack,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London's life goes on &lt;br /&gt;
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but if you do not start to act&lt;br /&gt;
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she soon will be all gone&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own poem that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour that desperately cries for help, so it does not go back to being gray.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures from the previous Milestones are accompanied by a poem of my own writing in this one. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present a poem of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. The terrorist attacks here shook the minds of the whole world, and my mind was no exception. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London (and how &amp;quot;she&amp;quot; feels), which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
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knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
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is about to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
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and although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
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she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
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living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
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and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
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she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
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She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
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This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
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as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
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To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
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As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
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A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
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with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
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a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
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by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
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and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
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rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
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so as she slowly sips her tea&lt;br /&gt;
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and she thinks of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;
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she remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
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but just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
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for there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
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and it is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
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If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing to be left filthy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
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and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
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when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism, &lt;br /&gt;
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forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
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for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
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and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
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for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the last attack,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London's life goes on &lt;br /&gt;
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but if you do not start to act&lt;br /&gt;
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she soon will be all gone&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own poem that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour that desperately cries for help, so it does not go back to being gray.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present a poem of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. The terrorist attacks here shook the minds of the whole world, and my mind was no exception. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London (and how &amp;quot;she&amp;quot; feels), which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
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knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
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is about to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
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and although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
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she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
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living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
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and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
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she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
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She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
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This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
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as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
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To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
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As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
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A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
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with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
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a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
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by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
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and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
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rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
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so as she slowly sips her tea&lt;br /&gt;
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and she thinks of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;
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she remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
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but just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
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for there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
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and it is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
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If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing to be left filthy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
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and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
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when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism, &lt;br /&gt;
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forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
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for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
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and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
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for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the last attack,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London's life goes on &lt;br /&gt;
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but if you do not start to act&lt;br /&gt;
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she soon will be all gone&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own poem that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour that desperately cries for help, so it does not go back to being gray.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
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knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
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is about to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
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and although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
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she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
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living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
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and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
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she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
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She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
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This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
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as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
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To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
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As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
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A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
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with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
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a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
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by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
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and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
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rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
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so as she slowly sips her tea&lt;br /&gt;
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and she thinks of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;
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she remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
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but just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
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for there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
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and it is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
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If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing to be left filthy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
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and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
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when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism, &lt;br /&gt;
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forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
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for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
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and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
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for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the last attack,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London's life goes on &lt;br /&gt;
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but if you do not start to act&lt;br /&gt;
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she soon will be all gone&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own poem that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour that desperately cries for help, so it does not go back to being gray.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
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knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
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is about to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
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and although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
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she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
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living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
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she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
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and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
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she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
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She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
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This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
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as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
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To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
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As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
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A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
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with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
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a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
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by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
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and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
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rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
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so as she slowly sips her tea&lt;br /&gt;
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and she thinks of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;
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she remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
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but just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
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for there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
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and it is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
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If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing to be left filthy,&lt;br /&gt;
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nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
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and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
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when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism, &lt;br /&gt;
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forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
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for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
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and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
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for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the last attack,&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London's life goes on &lt;br /&gt;
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but if you do not start to act&lt;br /&gt;
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she soon will be all gone&lt;br /&gt;
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and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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She wakes up as any other day&lt;br /&gt;
knowing little of what today &lt;br /&gt;
is about to bring.&lt;br /&gt;
And although she expects the best,&lt;br /&gt;
she doesn’t really know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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She tries hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;
living her life the best way &lt;br /&gt;
she knows how to,&lt;br /&gt;
and though her hair is gray &lt;br /&gt;
she still knows how to make do.&lt;br /&gt;
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As she expects al least a single ray&lt;br /&gt;
Of sunshine before &lt;br /&gt;
She hits the hay &lt;br /&gt;
This night once more&lt;br /&gt;
as she peacefully may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London has enough reason&lt;br /&gt;
To be scared &lt;br /&gt;
As in an act of treason&lt;br /&gt;
A silent war has been declared&lt;br /&gt;
with a lot of grief to share.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has been hit &lt;br /&gt;
a great amount of times &lt;br /&gt;
by those who she trusted,&lt;br /&gt;
and yet she remains&lt;br /&gt;
Rather hurt than disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she is strong, you see&lt;br /&gt;
So as she slowly sips her tea,&lt;br /&gt;
And she thinks of you and me&lt;br /&gt;
She remembers not to plea&lt;br /&gt;
But just to let her people be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it is her people who will pay&lt;br /&gt;
For there are things she can’t undo&lt;br /&gt;
It is their fault, I must say&lt;br /&gt;
If the don’t have home to return to&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady London is not a toy&lt;br /&gt;
nor a thing to be left filthy&lt;br /&gt;
Nor a thing you can destroy&lt;br /&gt;
and expect not to feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;
when of her you can no more enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave behind the criticism &lt;br /&gt;
forget who's there to blame &lt;br /&gt;
for there is still terrorism&lt;br /&gt;
and you should be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
for trying to hide behind your egoism.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never stopped writing.&amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in this quote from the biography written by Hernandez, Aldington used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. An article from a website with a database of the authors of the WWI expresses: &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
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or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
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broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
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get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
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on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
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and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
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then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
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by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
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and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
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pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
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to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
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while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to a biography written by Paul Hernandez, Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in his biography written by Paul Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as, according to Hernandez, in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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=Conclusion=&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. According to the American Poets Association, he promoted &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Section 2: Deliverable=&lt;br /&gt;
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==West London==&lt;br /&gt;
By Mathew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass'd opposite; she touch'd her girl, who hied&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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She turns from that cold succour, which attneds&lt;br /&gt;
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The unknown little from the unknowing great,&lt;br /&gt;
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And points us to a better time than ours. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Arnold, Matthew. The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1909; Bartleby.com, 2011.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Childhood III==&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that town; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
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In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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It rained; it always rained. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I never saw the sun until I was nine -- &lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was too late; &lt;br /&gt;
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Everything's too late after the first seven years. &lt;br /&gt;
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The long street we lived in &lt;br /&gt;
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Was duller than a drain &lt;br /&gt;
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And nearly as dingy. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the big College &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the sordid provincial shops -- &lt;br /&gt;
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The grocer's, and the shops for women, &lt;br /&gt;
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The shop where I bought transfers, &lt;br /&gt;
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And the piano and gramaphone shop &lt;br /&gt;
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Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures &lt;br /&gt;
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Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
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How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was! &lt;br /&gt;
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On wet days -- it was always wet -- &lt;br /&gt;
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I used to kneel on a chair &lt;br /&gt;
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The dirty yellow trams &lt;br /&gt;
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Dragged noisily along &lt;br /&gt;
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With a clatter of wheels and bells &lt;br /&gt;
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And a humming of wires overhead. &lt;br /&gt;
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They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines &lt;br /&gt;
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And then the water ran back &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
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Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
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Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
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And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
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And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
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A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
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Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
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And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
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Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
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And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
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Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
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Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
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As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
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I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
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right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
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before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
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or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
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along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
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such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
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and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
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we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
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the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
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and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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=Conclusion=&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Art Projects]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Writing &amp;amp; Rhetoric Projects]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:2017]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Akgiacoman: &lt;/p&gt;
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=Abstract=&lt;br /&gt;
[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I chose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combined my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people of London. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Introduction=&lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. &amp;quot;What makes a great writing so great?&amp;quot; you may think. I would say that the ability of a writer is to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality, as dark or as colorful as they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, I included a poem of my own that links the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] to the painting made in  [[Adding Pigment]] inspired by the works by the artists analyzed in [[Colourful Reality]]. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Section 1: Background=&lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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|title = Mathew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica, this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.According to Willey a famous &amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot;  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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And points us to a better time than ours. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Arnold, Matthew. The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1909; Bartleby.com, 2011.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Childhood III==&lt;br /&gt;
By Richard Aldington&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that town; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
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In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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It rained; it always rained. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I never saw the sun until I was nine -- &lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was too late; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everything's too late after the first seven years. &lt;br /&gt;
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The long street we lived in &lt;br /&gt;
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Was duller than a drain &lt;br /&gt;
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And nearly as dingy. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the big College &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the pseudo-Gothic town-hall. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the sordid provincial shops -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The grocer's, and the shops for women, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The shop where I bought transfers, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the piano and gramaphone shop &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On wet days -- it was always wet -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to kneel on a chair &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And look at it from the window. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The dirty yellow trams &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dragged noisily along &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a clatter of wheels and bells &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a humming of wires overhead. &lt;br /&gt;
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They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then the water ran back &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
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I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
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along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
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we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
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with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
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a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
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paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
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paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
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paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
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broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
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without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
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rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
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or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
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get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
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on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
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people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
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who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
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and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
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all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
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then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
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would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
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by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
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manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
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and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
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to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
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while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
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and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
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where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
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yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
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the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
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Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
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unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
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while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
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by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
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but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
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is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
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stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
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choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
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lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
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forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
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because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
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it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
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It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
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who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
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and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
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it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
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there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
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And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
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because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
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have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
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to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
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of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
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and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
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and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
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to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
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tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
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we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
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and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
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people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
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But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
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then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #	99 32 CC &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Milestone 1=&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures were taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average London citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Adding Pigment|Read More]] &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Activity Journal=&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman, Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 9th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #3 Natural History Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #4 National Gallery==&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday May 11th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday May 13th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was pretty boring and I felt really tired. We had a meeting at six at the church so we headed out at around five thirty and started walking there. It was raining, which was not ideal, I wish the weekly meetings could be on my flat. I wouldn't mind and I think everyone else would appreciate it. But well, honestly it being in the church is not that bad either. The meeting was tense at times, or at least that is how we felt it. I think most of us are doing a pretty good job and I am personally really proud of those who are passionate about their projects and find a meaning to it beyond getting an A. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday, week two is almost over.. what?! No! it can't be! it feels like we just got here, we are just so busy all the time that days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #21 Mass &amp;amp; BBQ==&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at 9 and started working on my Milestones, I am so behind it worries me, so Sofia and I schedules work times for this week so hopefully we will catch up with the schedule. This week we are going to Stonehenge and I couldn't be more excited. In the afternoon we went to mass, then had dinner in Nando's and went back to the flat. Then I video chatted with some friends and went straight to bed. I realized today that I have been eating terribly lately and it kinda shows, so I need to get on that as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #	99 32 CC &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures were taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average London citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman, Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #27 Shoreditch, Urban Food Fest &amp;amp; BallieBallerson==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at 9 and started working on my Milestones, I am so behind it worries me, so Sofia and I schedules work times for this week so hopefully we will catch up with the schedule. This week we are going to Stonehenge and I couldn't be more excited. In the afternoon we went to mass, then had dinner in Nando's and went back to the flat. Then I video chatted with some friends and went straight to bed. I realized today that I have been eating terribly lately and it kinda shows, so I need to get on that as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal was to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures were taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average London citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #11 Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was pretty boring and I felt really tired. We had a meeting at six at the church so we headed out at around five thirty and started walking there. It was raining, which was not ideal, I wish the weekly meetings could be on my flat. I wouldn't mind and I think everyone else would appreciate it. But well, honestly it being in the church is not that bad either. The meeting was tense at times, or at least that is how we felt it. I think most of us are doing a pretty good job and I am personally really proud of those who are passionate about their projects and find a meaning to it beyond getting an A. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday, week two is almost over.. what?! No! it can't be! it feels like we just got here, we are just so busy all the time that days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[user:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aimed to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, was to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures were taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB03.png|''The Parliament Sits Above the Filth''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. The official website of the Gherkin describes it as follows: &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper&amp;quot;, as said by the news paper &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's rumored that its architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:GH02.png|''A Reflection of the Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH03.png|''Chaotic Modernization''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH04.png|''Building Tomorrow's Profit''&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. As stated in the book &amp;quot;A guide to the cathedrals of Britain&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:SP01.png|''Through the Growing Greens''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:SP04.png|''As a call from the Heavens''&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination which, though it does not show the results we would prefer, we can conclude we are with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. The way in which, in this story, policy makers did not believe the points brought to them because of their lack of knowledge, raises the question, &amp;quot;is there any chance this may be happening now?&amp;quot;. Later in the background, I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today, the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. This discoveries should be things everyone knew, as they could be avoided in the future as other researchers and policymakers become aware of them and work to mitigate the issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. It may be sad to look at some of them, as all the pollution is our own doing and we all know that is not how the sky and the water are supposed to look. We are now suffering for the errors made by people from the past, but it is on us to make it better. We can be remembered as the generation that changed the course of our world. As the kids that learned to love the planet, adolescents that worked to make a better world for their children and as the adults that raised better children for the world. Though it may still seem &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. The official website of the Gherkin describes it as follows: &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper&amp;quot;, as said by the news paper &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's rumored that its architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. As stated in the book &amp;quot;A guide to the cathedrals of Britain&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination which, though it does not show the results we would prefer, we can conclude we are with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. The way in which, in this story, policy makers did not believe the points brought to them because of their lack of knowledge, raises the question, &amp;quot;is there any chance this may be happening now?&amp;quot;. Later in the background, I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today, the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. This discoveries should be things everyone knew, as they could be avoided in the future as other researchers and policymakers become aware of them and work to mitigate the issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. It may be sad to look at some of them, as all the pollution is our own doing and we all know that is not how the sky and the water are supposed to look. We are now suffering for the errors made by people from the past, but it is on us to make it better. We can be remembered as the generation that changed the course of our world. As the kids that learned to love the planet, adolescents that worked to make a better world for their children and as the adults that raised better children for the world. Though it may still seem &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. The official website of the Gherkin describes it as follows: &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper&amp;quot;, as said by the news paper &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's rumored that its architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. As stated in the book &amp;quot;A guide to the cathedrals of Britain&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Weather in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Weather's Influence==&lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The Setting==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. As stated in the book &amp;quot;A guide to the cathedrals of Britain&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Weather in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The Setting==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:TB03.png|''A Higher Perspective Needed''&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; talks about this as it says: &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. Prince and Princess of Wales officially opened the bridge on 30th of June 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:TB01.png|''Colourless Tower Bridge''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:TB03.png|''A Higher Perspective Needed''&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:LE011.png|''A Deserted Filthy Beach''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:LE02.png|''Looking from the Wrong Side''&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB04.png|''Colourless Big Ben''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB03.png|''The Parliament Sits Above the Filth''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:GH02.png|''A Reflection of the Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH03.png|''Chaotic Modernization''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH04.png|''Building Tomorrow's Profit''&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Weather in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:4.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:8.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:9.png|''1961-1990 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:10.png|''1961-1990 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:11.png|''1971-2000 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
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==The London Fog==&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog according to the book &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot; by Brimblecombe saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; says, even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sala, G., The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates. The book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot; comments on how &amp;quot;the capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, according to &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot;, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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===The Tower Bridge===&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. Prince and Princess of Wales officially opened the bridge on 30th of June 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:TB03.png|''A Higher Perspective Needed''&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:LE011.png|''A Deserted Filthy Beach''&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB04.png|''Colourless Big Ben''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB03.png|''The Parliament Sits Above the Filth''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:GH02.png|''A Reflection of the Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH03.png|''Chaotic Modernization''&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:SP01.png|''Through the Growing Greens''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:SP02.png|''Further Ahead''&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:4.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:8.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:9.png|''1961-1990 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:10.png|''1961-1990 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:11.png|''1971-2000 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
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==The London Fog==&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot; as said by Corton in his book, &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Corton's book explains how small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes. In Corton's words, &amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until, according to the &amp;quot;London Fog&amp;quot; the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;[George Sala], The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates.&amp;quot;The capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. Prince and Princess of Wales officially opened the bridge on 30th of June 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:TB02.png|''The Bright Side of London''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:TB03.png|''A Higher Perspective Needed''&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:LE03.png|''Colourless London Eye''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:LE011.png|''A Deserted Filthy Beach''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:LE02.png|''Looking from the Wrong Side''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:LE04.png|''Eye to Eye''&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB04.png|''Colourless Big Ben''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB03.png|''The Parliament Sits Above the Filth''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:GH02.png|''A Reflection of the Future''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH03.png|''Chaotic Modernization''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:GH04.png|''Building Tomorrow's Profit''&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:SP01.png|''Through the Growing Greens''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:SP02.png|''Further Ahead''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:SP04.png|''As a call from the Heavens''&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality, comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions displayed by people living in London. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen. In the same way, this Milestone explores the influence and relationship between the London weather and psyches of the Londoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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London is a &amp;quot;world city&amp;quot; that encompasses many cultures, religions, forms of governance and mindsets distributed across the ages that complete its history. London is a marvelous place full of corners to discover, however, since ages ago, it has been covered by an unwanted and sometimes disturbing presence; the fog. Caused by the Thames, the fires, the pollution and the filth, the fog has become part of the identity of the city of London, England. Emerging in the early nineteen century and covering several nearby towns, the London fog was both, a source of inspiration and fear. That is why, this Milestone is named &amp;quot;Colourless London&amp;quot;, because despite the artistic component of the city was being used to its full potential by geniuses like Monet and Dickens as seen in the second Milestone of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot; ([[Adding Pigment]]), the criminality rates were also rising due to the anonymity granted to many by the blurry fog. In other words, the fog added a sense of hopelessness and the citizens often felt helpless as if all the &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; things of their lives were being faded away by the fog. Whether it was an element of romanticism, mystery, or terror, the weather in London is an iconic representation of the relationship of how these kinds of conditions sometimes determine the identity of a city and the behavior of its population. In this Milestone this relationship and its social, cultural, and psychological repercussions are exposed through the background as the reader is invited to explore the history of the fog, to better understand the later creative component that is captured in the pictures taken of some of the most iconic and well-known sites in the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Central England Temperature (CET) monthly series, beginning in 1659, is the longest continuous temperature record in existence.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Manley, G., 1974: Central England Temperatures: monthly means 1659 to 1973. QJR Meteorol Soc, p. 100, 389-405.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. The following pictures show the average temperature on the different seasons of the year of the United Kingdom since the sixties, this information was taken from a report published in 2009 titled &amp;quot;The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends&amp;quot;. The report took information mainly from the CET to construct the graphics over the years. According to this report, in terms of record warm individual days, 10 August 2003 saw the hottest ever maximum temperature in the UK; 38.5 oC at Faversham, Kent, exceeding the previous record in 1990 by 1.4 degrees Celsius. Though the temperature record does not go that far back, the growing of grapes in the medieval period has been used to imply that current warm temperatures in England have been experienced before, for the temperature of the fields is believed to determine the productivity of the harvests and the taste of the wines. However, Jones and Mann note in their article that “past vine growing in England reflects little, if any, on the relative climate changes in the region since medieval times”.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, P.D. and Mann, M.E., 2004: Climate over past millennia. Rev Geophys, 42, RG2002.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As seen in the images, there has been an increase in the temperature of the United Kingdom overall. Now, in terms of rain, annual mean precipitation over England and Wales has not changed significantly since 1766. Seasonal rainfall is highly variable, but appears to have decreased in summer and increased in winter, although with little change in the latter over the last 50 years. Severe windstorms around the UK have become more frequent in the past few decades, although not above that seen in the 1920s. The graphics that go from yellow to navy blue, show the degrees of precipitation (rain) all across the UK in the same period of time. In the Images it can be seen how much the temperatures varies from season to season as well as how it changes as years pass. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jenkins, G.J., Perry, M.C., and Prior, M.J. (2008).&lt;br /&gt;
The climate of the United Kingdom and recent trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:1.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:2.png|''1961-1990 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:3.png|''1971-2000 average daily mean temperature (°C)''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:5.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:6.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961-1990 to 1971-2000''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:7.png|''Change in daily mean temperature (°C) from 1961 to 2006 based on a linear trend''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:9.png|''1961-1990 average total precipitation amount (mm)''&lt;br /&gt;
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In most parts of the world, fog is seen as just a natural phenomenon, &amp;quot;clouding the air with small particles when the natural conditions are right&amp;quot;. The London fog was born by the early 1800s, &amp;quot;because of the increasing pollution of the air caused by the smoke coming out of the wood fires used for burning sea coal&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; . Small manufactories were all around the city and larger polluters accumulated near the rivers. Glass makers, breweries, potteries, tanneries and domestic coal fires, all contributed to the atmosphere of noxious fumes.&amp;quot;The city's rapid expansion multiplied the number of domestic coal fires and mingled their smoke as it poured out into the atmosphere with the noxious emissions of factory chimneys and workshops in the early stages of the industrial revolution in the capital.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then, according to the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, a battle to remove the fog began when in 1819, when Michael Angelo Taylor, demanded the Parliament to take action to mitigate the issue. In response to this, a select committee was formed to discuss if smoke was dangerous to health and if there was anything that could be done about it. Taylor put a lot of effort into his cause and brought to the sessions arguments that now are logical to us but, in that time, were absurd. Arguments like that factory owners should make adaptations and buy new machines and that this would &amp;quot;not only be beneficial to the city to to them as well&amp;quot;, in a long term of course. According to the same book, he was also amongst the first to suggest that the black fog was &amp;quot;harmful to public health&amp;quot; and it &amp;quot;carried diseases&amp;quot;. However, not everyone shared his point of view as manufacturers argued that smoke &amp;quot;only represented a minor inconvenience&amp;quot;. Some even dared to claim that smoke &amp;quot;disinfected&amp;quot; the air from the smell of the drains and the horrible stink that probably emanated from the Thames River. Even Robert Angus Smith, who discovered acid rain in 1859 strongly believed that &amp;quot;tough the sulfurous acid contained in the smoke was capable of damaging buildings&amp;quot;, it treated miasma. It is amazing how little they knew about what we see today as such a basic piece of information. The worst part was that as a result of these popular believes, Taylor had very little success in the parliament, however, he set a precedent and his claims were later supported by scientific data and medical evidence.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Several others followed Taylor's steps with almost no success at all, until the Clean Air Act finally killed the fog in 1962.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; According to an article published by the American Lung Association, thanks to the Clean Air Act, this year's &amp;quot;State of the Air&amp;quot; report found that the percentage of people that live in locations with high risk to their health due to air pollution decreased from 52 percent to 40 percent. &amp;quot;The progress in public health protections brought to us with the Clean Air Act have saved hundreds of thousands of lives.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kim Lacina  |  April 21, 2017 (Last Updated: May 3, 2017). (n.d.). The Air We Breathe. Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://www.lung.org/about-us/blog/2017/04/the-air-we-breathe.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, even though the deathly London fog &amp;quot;died&amp;quot; with the Clean Air Act, it is something to take care of still today, because development and growth have not stopped and nobody would want them to. By the beginning of the year 2017, the news agency CNN released an article where they announced; &amp;quot;London breached its annual air pollution limits five days into the new year, Mayor Sadiq Khan said Friday.&amp;quot;. The article explains that nitrogen dioxide is a gas emitted mostly by diesel engines that causes lung disease and respiratory problems and also that European Union law stipulates that &amp;quot;a maximum nitrogen dioxide concentration of 200 micrograms per cubic meter must not be exceeded for more than 18 hours over the year&amp;quot;. Despite this, Brixton Road exceeded this limit since the first week of the year. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Cullen, S., &amp;amp; Roberts, E. (2017, January 6). London breaches annual air pollution limits in first week of 2017 (CNN, Ed.). Retrieved May 20, 2017, from http://edition.cnn.com/2017/01/06/health/london-air-pollution/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;This only shows that the struggle that Londoners dealt with back in the nineteen century is still somewhat present today and there are still things that could be done to mitigate the issue of the London Fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, it is emphasized how severe the problem of the fog started to become by the end of the nineteenth century. &amp;quot;The most wretched poor were passing on an ever-accumulating collection of physical and mental defects to their rickety children. This dark parody of Darwinian evolution gained great credence when thousands of young men new turned away for service in the Boer War on grounds of their poor physical condition. Smoke and fog were high amongst the possible culprits for what seemed a disturbing decline in physical strength.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Judging from the author's perspective, it is visible how the fog, besides causing physical damage to the citizens of London, became as well a social issue. For when the citizens of London came back from the war, the did not come back to the same life the used to have when they left and for most of them but must have been a very difficult situation to deal with as they struggled to join back into society. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fog has also not been something exclusive for the poor to deal with as the queen Elizabeth I herself complained about the hideous fog saying that she found &amp;quot;herself greatly grieved and annoyed with the taste and smoke of sea coals&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Brimblecombe, P. &amp;quot;Writing on smoke&amp;quot;, Writings on the History and Culture of Pollution, ed. Hannah Bradby (London: Earthscan, 1990), p. 93-113.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even the ladies of the upperclass were advised to wash their faces several times a day to remove the layer of soot that accumulated in the skin &amp;quot;if one lives in dear, dirty old London, or in any smoky city, three times a day is none too often&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;The Face and Complexion&amp;quot;, Weekly Standard and Express, April 2 1898&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. People had to &amp;quot;adapt&amp;quot; in some way to live with the presence of the fog, and though in the economical side, London was the very source of development for England and &amp;quot;a financial and mercantile hub for the world&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, it was, at the same time, one of the most filthy capital cities the world has ever come to know, even today. This being often attributed to the rapid population growth between the eighteen and the nineteen hundreds. As said by George Sala in one of his books, as the population in London increased from about a million to over six million citizens, &amp;quot;suburbia replaced green fields, crushing up the country in its concrete grasp&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;[George Sala], The great invasion, Household Words (April 1852), p.73. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. As a result, the filth increased and with it, the diseases spread more rapidly and the fog turned the city into complete darkness for days during the winter times, which, at the same time, increased the criminality rates.&amp;quot;The capital ended the century with the nickname of &amp;quot;The Smoke&amp;quot;- a city named after its most enduring pollutant.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. p. 4.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Doom of the Great City&amp;quot;, a book published in 1880, also describes in great detail how the majority of central London was &amp;quot;choked to death&amp;quot; by toxic fog, and even further, how people cared very little about solving the problem: &amp;quot;Londoners were well accustomed to the inconvenience of fogs, and looked upon them in the light of a regular institution, not caring to investigate their cause with a view to some means of mitigating them.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hay, W. D. (1880). The Doom of the Great City, London: Newman &amp;amp; Co, being a narrative of a survivor, written A.D. 1942. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, as previously said, very little was known about the terrible consequences of long term exposure to the pollutants carried in the fog but as in more recent times, the facts started to appear in the news, it became impossible for the citizens tho not acknowledge the issue. For example, in a publication made by the news paper &amp;quot;The Times&amp;quot; on December 6th 1962, it says that &amp;quot;the total number of deaths from respiratory failure was now 55, compared with the usual rate of 6-8 rates in a two day period&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Times, 6 December, 1962, p. 12, col C.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press. p. 318.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this is evident how severe the issue was and how urgent is was as well to solve it as soon as possible. Though the fight against pollution still goes on, we have made a huge progress and this can be seen by comparing our reality today to those kinds of articles in the news paper not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack London said in 1903, &amp;quot;The color of life is grey and drab. everything is helpless, hopeless unrelieved, and dirty. The people themselves are dirty, while any attempt at cleanliness becomes howling farce, when it is not pitiful and tragic. Strange, vagrant odours come drifting along the greasy wind, and the rain, when it falls, is more like grease than water from the heavens.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London, J. (1903). The People of the Abyss. New York.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Reading this is not hard to understand how tired some Londoners must have of the filthiness and the fog. Watching such an impotent city swallowed by huge clouds of smoke must have been devastating. &amp;quot;By the end of the (19th) century, the pall of smoke and fog over the metropolis seemed inescapable, and Londoners were resigned to its presence. Parliament would not act; householders were apathetic. Late-Victorian &amp;quot;degenerationists&amp;quot; argued that vitiated air and lack of sunlight were creating an underclass of slum-dwellers, atrophying in the darkness.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. pp. 212-237&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, it was often commented by tourists that Londoners had grown used to living among the infamous filth and had learned to adapt to their circumstances, tolerating the presence of the fog, the hideous rotting smell and the mud of the river. This last thing forming from all the biological matter that was disposed to the waters of the Thames. In a book called &amp;quot;London by day and night&amp;quot; by David Bartlett he exemplifies how bad this was and how I affected tourism with the line: &amp;quot;An American town-bred lady would as soon think of swimming up the Thames against tide as walking far in such ankle-deep mud.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Bartlett, David W., London by day and night, [London}, 1852.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was indeed disgusting and I can only imagine how puzzled tourists must have felt when visiting what they expected to e one of the world's most developed cities. Also, as mentioned in the book &amp;quot;Dirty Old London&amp;quot;, in the diary of George Gissing, for January 1888, he complains about the fog in a most depressing way of manifesting his misery. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursd. Jan. 19. Cold and cloudy. Must be several weeks since it was a single gleam of sunlight.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;George Gissing's Diary, quoted in Pierre Coustillas, London and the life of literature in Late Victorian England, Hassocks: Harvester Press, 1978, pp. 19.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jackson, L. (2014). Dirty Old London. New Haven: Yale University Press. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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How depressing it must have been for people back then to have to deal with the fog almost every day of the year. I was born in Southeast Mexico and grew up hearing stories about my cousins that lived in Mexico City, that is well known to have been one of the most polluted cities in the American Continent. I specifically remember one time when we were little and they did not believe me when I told them that rainbows actually existed. Because of the constant smoke that covered the skies in Mexico City they had never been able to admire the beauty of a rainbow shining in among the clouds after the rain. As I research about the London Fog and read more information about how people felt about it, the same feeling comes back to me as when I talked to my cousins as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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People have always wondered how exactly does weather impact someone's mood. Is it possible that heat makes people more aggressive? Does rain makes people sad? Or is it just another of Hollywood's tools? How about cold temperatures? Some professors and psychologists claim to have the answer for some of these inquiries. An article published in 2008 states that several contributors found that weather’s daily influence has more of an impact on a person’s negative mood, rather than helping one’s positive mood. &amp;quot;Higher temperatures raise a person with a low mood up, while things like wind or not enough sun made a low person feel even lower.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Denissen, J.J.A.; Butalid, Ligaya; Penke, Lars; van Aken, Marcel A. G. (2008). The effects of weather on daily mood: A multilevel approach. Emotion, 8, 662-667.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This means that people are more heavily influenced in a negative way by weather than in a positive way. Likewise, researcher Marie Connolly found that women who were interviewed on days “with more rain and higher temperatures [reported] statistically and substantively decreasing life satisfaction, consistent with the affect results.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Connolly, M. (2013). Some like it mild and not too wet: The influence of weather on subjective well-being. Journal of Happiness Studies, 14, 457-473..&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is something The Epoch Times agrees with, as it published &amp;quot;Humidity tends to make people more tired and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;
Barometric pressure fluctuations can alter moods and trigger headaches, some studies finding a link between low pressure and suicide. On rainy days, people report lower satisfaction with their lives.&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Haslam, N., &amp;amp; University of Melbourne. (2016, March 17). Here Comes the Sun: How the Weather Affects Our Mood. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1989415-here-comes-the-sun-how-the-weather-affects-our-mood/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Though the results of studies on the links between depression and rain are not entirely attributed to weather, because of all the factors that may influence, the relationship between weather and a person's mood should not be completely discarded either. This being said because there is a study from the same year named &amp;quot;The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood&amp;quot; that analyzed six weather parameters: temperature, wind power, sunlight, precipitation, air pressure, and photoperiod and compared them to mood.  Combining these weather parameters, they found &amp;quot;no general tie to rainy or sunny days&amp;quot;; however, they did find &amp;quot;a slight correlation of the intensity of mood reported by each individual&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J. D.; L. P.; L. B.; M. A. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach. The Effects of Weather on Daily Mood: A Multilevel Approach, https://www.psychologie.hu-berlin.de/de/prof/perdev/pdf/2008/denissen_weather_mood_2008.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Which means that people tend to had their emotions feeling more intensified in extreme weather conditions such as too much sunlight or too much rain. Also, the rain often means that a person is more likely to stay in more and socialize less and this isolation just adds to the same depression. On an article posted y an organization named Health Guidance it is stated that &amp;quot;Socializing is actually one of the most powerful antidepressants of all and so is sunlight. Thus if someone is staying in he or she can often start to feel tired and low in terms of mood, and furthermore the lack of stimulation can arouse feelings of 'cabin fever' and frustration and even a further deficiency of vitamin D in extreme cases.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Loewen, S. C. (n.d.). Effects of Weather on Human Emotions. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15843/1/Effects-of-Weather-on-Human-Emotions.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And even though short term relationships between the weather and someone's emotions couldn't be stated, it has been proven that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real and it affects people in the United Kingdom and Ireland because they are situated in the higher latitudes of the northern hemisphere.&amp;quot;Without sufficient levels of morning light our bodies circadian rhythms are not triggered and our body fails to produce the hormones required to feel wide awake. During the day if we do not receive enough sunlight we feel sluggish, lethargic and low in energy and at night we stay awake long after darkness which can result in lack of sleep, disrupted sleep patterns and mood swings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;What is SAD? (n.d.). Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sad.org.uk/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In summary, what the SAD organization in the UK meant boy saying that is that if a person does not receive sunlight at the correct times and in sufficient quantities, the symptoms of SAD are very likely to appear. They also warn that the symptoms of SAD recur regularly each winter and usually start between September and November, continuing until March or April and are as displayed in the image to the right.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Seasonal Affective Disorder Association in the United Kingdom. (2016, September 1). Symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.sada.org.uk/symptoms_2.php&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in the same way researchers have come to the conclusion that excessive rain is linked with feelings of discomfort and depression, it also has had to do with violent behaviors. &amp;quot;Researchers from the University of California at Berkeley analyzed 60 previous studies on U.S. violent crime rates, historical uprisings and empire collapses, recent wars and lab simulations testing police decisions of when to shoot&amp;quot; and what they found is that there is a link between violence and heat, as well as extreme rainfall. &amp;quot;For every standard deviation of change, occurrences of “intergroup conflict” rose by a whopping 14 percent, while instances of “interpersonal violence,” which includes rape and domestic violence, increased by four percent.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gregoire, C. (2014, January 14). The Surprising Ways The Weather Affects Your Health And Well-Being. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/01/14/climate-health_n_4568505.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It has also been object of study the fact that crime rates increase during the summer months; according to the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) &amp;quot;A DOJ study revealed rates of serious violent crimes, household larceny and household property victimization are significantly higher in summer months.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Lauritsen, J. L., &amp;amp; White, N. (2014). U.S. Department of Justice Of ce of Justice Programs. Seasonal Patterns in Criminal Victimization Trends. Retrieved May 21, 2017, from https://www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/spcvt.pdf.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With all this facts it is impossible to neglect the existing relationship between weather and people. However it instantly rises the question of, to what extent? And, is there a way to revert it? While studies are still being conducted about these matters I think that the first step to become &amp;quot;immune&amp;quot; to it or revert it is definitely to become aware that it exists and acknowledge if we might be suffering from SAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, a variety of photographs were taken in order to illustrate the claims made in the background about the weather in London, England. As it is a great and enormous city, five places were chosen to represent it. Each one of these places represents in some way an aspect of the capital city and are explained in this section of the Milestone, followed by a gallery with the pictures taken in each place.&lt;br /&gt;
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The [[Tower Bridge]] is a bascule and suspension bridge on River Thames, right next to the London Bridge and being also the closest to the [[Tower of London]] from where it got its name. An article about famous bridges around the world tells the story of the birth of the idea of building this bridge as follows. In the late nineteenth century, East End of London reached so high commercial development that in the 1876, a “Special Bridge or Subway Committee” was formed to build a new crossing bridge over the Thames. About fifty designs were received, however, because a conflicts of interests, a design took eight years to be approved by the committee. The chosen design had been submitted by Sir Horace Jones in collaboration with John Wolfe Barry. The construction of the Tower Bridge began in 1886 and was completely done in 1894. Prince and Princess of Wales officially opened the bridge on 30th of June 1894. The bridge connected Horselydown Lane, today Tower Bridge Road, with Iron Gate, today Tower Bridge Approach. &amp;quot;Five companies and 432 workers worked on it. It has 70,000 tons of concrete in foundations only and some 10,000 tons of steel and is covered in Cornish granite and Portland stone as means of protection for steel structure and as an esthetic element.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge - Facts and History of Tower Bridge in London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.bridgesdb.com/bridge-list/tower-bridge/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy the time of its completion, the Tower Bridge was the largest and most sophisticated bridge ever made. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Tower Bridge Exhibition.&amp;quot; Tower Bridge History | Historic Bridges London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/bridge-history/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; A masterpiece of engineering and architecture, the Tower Bridge was chosen as one of the five most representative landmarks in London for various reasons. The Tower Bridge represents the development and continuous growth of the city, adapting to new technologies to satisfy the needs of its population &amp;quot;the city's dynamic economy generates a high level of development activity&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Development.&amp;quot; Development - Development and population information - City of London. N.p., n.d. Web. 30 May 2017. &amp;lt;https://www.cityoflondon.gov.uk/services/environment-and-planning/planning/development-and-population-information/Pages/development.aspx&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Also, this landmark is not only a very important touristic spot in the city but also an icon for its citizens; people that grew up in London since the late eighteen hundreds have seen its birth and development and it has stood firm through all these years as a majestic and working superstructure. Also, it seems relevant to note that the main picture of the collection shown below was taken from the London Bridge just days before the terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, is located on London’s Southbank, and holds the title of the world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. The wheel itself has a diameter of 120 meters and offers some of the greatest panoramic views of the city, stretching as far as 25 miles. It has 32 capsules, each symbolizes London’s 32 boroughs and they are numbered 1 to 33, eliminating the thirteenth carriage for good luck. The London Eye attracts approximately 15,000 visitors a day and has won more than 40 awards for &amp;quot;its significant contribution to London’s tourism and architectural landscape&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  The architectural design process of the London Eye was a collaborative work between several minds and talents; different architects are credited with the design of the London Eye. The primary individuals cited as the architects of the London Eye are Frank Anatole, Julia Barfield, Steven Chilton, Nic Bailey, Malcolm Cook, Mark Sparrowhawk, and David Marks.For its construction, the individual components for the wheel were floated up the River Thames and were assembled flat on the ground before being raised. Then the pieces were lifted up by using a strand jack system and once the wheel was constructed, there were varying stages of lift undertaken. The first stage brought the wheel up to only a 65 degree position and left the wheel like that for over a week. This allowed the engineers to prepare the foundation in a more durable fashion. The total weight of the entire London Eye is 1,700 tonnes and was created out of materials that were manufactured by European Union members. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Design Book Magazine. (n.d.). London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://www.designbookmag.com/londoneye.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This site was chosen because it represents London as a top touristic destination for people all around the globe. A great people for people to visit and even stay, the city of London is home for a blend on many cultures and ideologies and is viewed as a world city. The iconic nature of the attraction makes most tourists flock to the wheel when they visit London for the first time. This landmark attracts visitors from all around the world and has transformed London’s landscape standing today as &amp;quot;a national symbol that celebrates Britain’s innovation and technological success in the 21st century&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Hill, M. (2016, April 13). The History Of The London Eye In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-the-london-eye-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The London Eye is not only the largest, and arguably the most famous, observation wheel in the world, but also maintains an important role in maintaining the touristic flow in London. It is an icon of the importance of tourism to this country's economy rather than merely being a &amp;quot;commemorative structure to celebrate the new millennium&amp;quot;, as it was originally conceived. Even BBC News considers how it to represent one of the UK capital's major symbols.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Akwagyiram, A. (2005, May 21). UK | England | London | The history of the London Eye. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4569123.stm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:LE011.png|''A Deserted Filthy Beach''&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike many people believe, &amp;quot;Big Ben&amp;quot; is the nickname given to the Great Bell of the clock of the Palace of Westminster in London. The story of the Big Ben starts when the original Palace of Westminster was destroyed in 1834 by a terrible fire. After this terrible tragedy, several architects and designers were invited to submit proposals for the new palace. More than 400 designs were submitted by more than 90 architects and Sir Charles Barry was chosen by a committee set up specifically for this issue. However, according to an article published by The London News, his design did not feature a clock tower. &amp;quot;Barry turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the tower and it was added to the plan later in 1836. But as he was not a professional clockmaker, Edward John Dent was appointed to build the clock following the design of clock maker Edmund Beckett Denison.&amp;quot; Then, when Dent died, his stepson is known to have finished the work. Apart from many complications and mistakes during the design, construction and collocation of the bell in 2009, the Big Ben celebrated its 150th anniversary.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Gill, J. (2016, March 22). The History Of Big Ben In 1 Minute. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/england/london/articles/the-history-of-big-ben-in-1-minute/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;London News. (n.d.). THE BIG BEN STORY. Retrieved May 30, 2017, from http://bigbenfacts.co.uk/story/index.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Big Ben represents the parliament, and the parliament represents the government and all the forms of governance this city has gone through since being a roman city at its beginnings. In the development of any city the most relevant and influential component is its government, which is why this Milestone had to represent the one of London through the Big Ben. Besides, the Big Ben is, without a doubt, one of the most famous symbols of the city and people can be seen everyday at any time taking &amp;quot;the Big Ben selfie&amp;quot; all across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:BB011.png|''A Prolonged Perspective Through Time''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:BB02.png|''Still Waiting Under the Everlasting Rain for a Brighter Future''&lt;br /&gt;
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30 St. Mary Axe, better known as &amp;quot;the Gherkin&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;the cucumber&amp;quot; is London’s most instantly recognisable tower, after the Big Ben, of course. &amp;quot;Totalling 500,000 sq ft, The Gherkin is an iconic structure housing a flourishing community and it deserves its reputation for being ‘the most civilised skyscraper in the world’.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Gherkin, London. (n.d.). Retrieved May 31, 2017, from http://www.thegherkinlondon.com/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Besides its use for business, it is an astonishing piece of art and a gem of modern architecture as &amp;quot;the triangular panels create a complex of colour and shade and at the bottom of the skyscraper.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Jones, J. (2004, October 18). The Gherkin is a triumph of architecture as sculpture. Retrieved May 31, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2004/oct/18/architecture.regeneration&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And though it's architect regrets his design, Londoners and tourists find the contrast it makes with the rest or the city's architecture, fascinating. The Gherkin didn't win the Stirling Prize, the London Region Award, and the Emporis Skyscraper Award for nothing. It truly represents the goal of modern design in an attempt to bring the classical city of London to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gherkin is recognized as one of the more distinctive skyscrapers in the financial district of London. According to the official website of &amp;quot;The City of London&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;The UK's financial services sector as a whole made a total tax contribution of £71.4bn in the taxes in the year to March 2016, equivalent to 11.5% of total UK government tax receipts. This figure includes taxes paid, as well as taxes collected, by the sector. The financial services sector employs over 1.1 million people, representing 3.4% of the UK's total workforce.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; PwC and City of London, Total Tax Contribution of UK Financial Services (ninth edition), December 2016&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The Gherkin represents the city's economic growth and workforce, which continues to lift the United Kingdom as one of the most influential countries in the world. It is a monument and a mirror that makes tourists and locals see London in a new way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:GH02.png|''A Reflection of the Future''&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a place for Christian worship for over four hundred years, Sir Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral stands as the most iconic church in all Britain. The medieval Cathedral, with a tower and spire soaring above the city, was at the time one of the wonders of Europe. St Paul was built after the Fire of London of 1666, its dome with the ball and cross above it symbolic of London's strength and resistance mainly throughout the terrifying, destructive bombings of the Second World War. However, it was not until about ten years later that a scheme for complete rebuilding was finally approved. &amp;quot;Wren had made several other designs including that illustrated by the so-called Great Model still in the cathedral. When it came to the building of the Cathedral, he insisted on having a much freer hand, so the final product was just a resemblance of the original design.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;New, A. S. (1981). A guide to the cathedrals of Britain. London: Constable.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It was completed in 1710, when Wren was seventy-eight years old, and by the final stages of construction, he was carried to the dome because he was unable to take the stairs. There are infinite features to be referenced about St. Paul's Cathedral; in fact several books have been filled with its history, however, it was chosen for this milestone not only for its physical beauty but because it conveys a higher message.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[St. Paul's Cathedral]] represents the change in beliefs of the whole country that generated much controversy all over Europe and took origin in this very city under the rule of Henry VIII and lead mainly by Cromwell. It represents the power that lies in all English people and the audacity of its governance, as well as the communion of all the religions of the world that lay in the hearts of all the newer generations of Londoners. From the outside St. Paul's stands with all its might and power and from the inside it is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, unlike any other cathedral or church built in Britain. Plus, this magnificent church has dominated the London skyline for hundreds of years, and has seen the city change without recognition. As the author Ann Saunders introduces one of her books, &amp;quot;the cathedral lies at the heart of London and - in so many ways - in the heart of the nation&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sanders, A. (2001). St. Paul's (E. Drury, Ed.). London: Collins &amp;amp; Brown Limited.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:SP01.png|''Through the Growing Greens''&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone it is first studied the change in weather patterns through the past years, seeing the impact of global warming and contamination, but yet, with a better panorama than what it could have been without the Clean Air Act. Later in the background, the issue of the London Fog is raised and explained with little detail, as it is a really interesting, yet long story of continuous strikes from worried citizens and skeptical policymakers. I tried to revive in the readers the feelings of impotence felt by the citizens trapped in their own contamination, some guilty, some innocent, but all victims of its consequences. Driven by their situation some stood up to fight for a better future for London, which we can certainly see today. However, still today the leftovers of those dark years, when London was covered with the hideous smog, continue to affect the culture of Londoners, causing, in extreme cases, Seasonal Affective Disorder because of the lack of sunlight and the unintended isolation. Yet, the physical wellbeing is not only at risk in terms of vulnerability to diseases, because, as portrayed at the end of the background, the weather also may have a link with the raise of criminality rates is some cities of the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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The deliverable chooses five emblematic sites of the city to represent it in the best way possible. It gives the reasons for each one of them and provides little information about the history of each place, in some cases, with further linkage to articles in the wiki that refer specifically to them individually. I took pictures from four different perspectives of each one of the places to illustrate the panorama shared by the citizens every day and the captions of each picture represent the feelings and emotions conveyed in the background as if they were voices from the Londoners. Though it may still look &amp;quot;colorless&amp;quot;, in the following Milestones [[Adding Pigment]] and [[Colourful Reality]], the research goes further in depth to how this monochromatic view has affected diverse types of art and how different authors have used it in their work. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (n.d.). Childhood - Richard Aldington. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/richard-aldington/childhood-6/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Paterson, D. (2017, June 18). Rain. Retrieved June 22, 2017, from http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/05/26/rain-poems-don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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=Conclusion=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Section 2: Deliverable=&lt;br /&gt;
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==West London==&lt;br /&gt;
By Mathew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass'd opposite; she touch'd her girl, who hied&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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She turns from that cold succour, which attneds&lt;br /&gt;
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The unknown little from the unknowing great,&lt;br /&gt;
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And points us to a better time than ours. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Arnold, Matthew. The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1909; Bartleby.com, 2011.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Childhood III==&lt;br /&gt;
By Richard Aldington&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that town; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
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In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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It rained; it always rained. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I never saw the sun until I was nine -- &lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was too late; &lt;br /&gt;
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Everything's too late after the first seven years. &lt;br /&gt;
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The long street we lived in &lt;br /&gt;
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Was duller than a drain &lt;br /&gt;
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And nearly as dingy. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the big College &lt;br /&gt;
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And the pseudo-Gothic town-hall. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the sordid provincial shops -- &lt;br /&gt;
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The grocer's, and the shops for women, &lt;br /&gt;
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The shop where I bought transfers, &lt;br /&gt;
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And the piano and gramaphone shop &lt;br /&gt;
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Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures &lt;br /&gt;
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Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
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How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was! &lt;br /&gt;
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On wet days -- it was always wet -- &lt;br /&gt;
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I used to kneel on a chair &lt;br /&gt;
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And look at it from the window. &lt;br /&gt;
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The dirty yellow trams &lt;br /&gt;
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Dragged noisily along &lt;br /&gt;
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With a clatter of wheels and bells &lt;br /&gt;
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And a humming of wires overhead. &lt;br /&gt;
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They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines &lt;br /&gt;
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And then the water ran back &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
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Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
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Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
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And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
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And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
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A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
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Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
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And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
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Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
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And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
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Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
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Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
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As that damned little town. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
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I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
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or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
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right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
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before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
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or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
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along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
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such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
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and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
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we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
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the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
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and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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=Conclusion=&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Art Projects]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Writing &amp;amp; Rhetoric Projects]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Colourful Reality</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Akgiacoman: &lt;/p&gt;
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by [[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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=Abstract=&lt;br /&gt;
[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Introduction=&lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Section 1: Background=&lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Childhood III==&lt;br /&gt;
By Richard Aldington&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that town; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It rained; it always rained. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think I never saw the sun until I was nine -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then it was too late; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everything's too late after the first seven years. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The long street we lived in &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Was duller than a drain &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And nearly as dingy. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There were the big College &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the pseudo-Gothic town-hall. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There were the sordid provincial shops -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The grocer's, and the shops for women, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The shop where I bought transfers, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the piano and gramaphone shop &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On wet days -- it was always wet -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to kneel on a chair &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And look at it from the window. &lt;br /&gt;
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The dirty yellow trams &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dragged noisily along &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a clatter of wheels and bells &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a humming of wires overhead. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then the water ran back &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
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get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
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manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
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unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
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while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
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by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
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but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
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is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
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stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
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choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
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lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
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forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
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because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
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it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
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It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
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who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
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and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
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it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
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there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
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And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
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because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
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have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
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to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
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of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
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and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
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and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
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to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
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tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
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we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
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and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
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and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
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people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
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But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
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then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because we’re people.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 126-129 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As that damned little town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and on paper, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
have taken time out of their morning &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of someone checking I’m okay, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People have potential &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
tend to pretend to be victims,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass'd opposite; she touch'd her girl, who hied&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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The unknown little from the unknowing great,&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
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In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
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Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
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Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
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Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
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or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
They’d be purple paper people. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper people politics,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper politicians with their &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
broken promises &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And we could watch paper TV,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We’d see the poppy paper rappers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
rap about their paper package,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
or watch paper people carriers&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
get stuck in paper traffic,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
on the A4. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a paper &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
princess Kate &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but we’d all stare at &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper Pippa.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And then we’d all live in fear of &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because the paper propaganda &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
papers printing pictures of the &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A little paper me. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’d be a pompous paper parliament &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and who ignored the people’s protests about &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
then the peaceful paper protests &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by the confetti cannons &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper money, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
so there’d still be &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and the paper piggy bankers &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
purchasing the potpourri &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while others live in poverty &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A proper poor economy, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
yet while their needs get ignored,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Origami armies &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
unfold plans for paper planes,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
while we remain imprisoned &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
by our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but the greater shame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
is that it always seems to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What changes is who’s in power, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
choosing how to &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
they’re naming names, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
because in the end &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
‘Cause even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is only ever people who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And on paper, it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But in the bottom of Pandora’s box there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And I still hope ’cause I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who every single day since I was born, have taken time out of their morning to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That’s 7892 days straight of someone checking I’m okay, and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who go out of their way to make your life better, and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You see, people have potential to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be victims&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Because we’re people.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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=Conclusion=&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Mathew Arnold==&lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Section 2: Deliverable=&lt;br /&gt;
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==West London==&lt;br /&gt;
By Mathew Arnold&lt;br /&gt;
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Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square&lt;br /&gt;
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A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied;&lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl; their clothes were rags, their feet were bare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some labouring men, whose work lay somewhere there,&lt;br /&gt;
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Pass'd opposite; she touch'd her girl, who hied&lt;br /&gt;
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Across, and begg'd and came back satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rich she had let pass with frozen stare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thought I: Above her state this spirit towers;&lt;br /&gt;
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She will not ask of aliens, but of friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of sharers in a common human fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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She turns from that cold succour, which attneds&lt;br /&gt;
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The unknown little from the unknowing great,&lt;br /&gt;
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And points us to a better time than ours. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Childhood III==&lt;br /&gt;
By Richard Aldington&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that town; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the town I lived in when I was little; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were always clouds, smoke, rain &lt;br /&gt;
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In that dingly little valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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It rained; it always rained. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think I never saw the sun until I was nine -- &lt;br /&gt;
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And then it was too late; &lt;br /&gt;
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Everything's too late after the first seven years. &lt;br /&gt;
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The long street we lived in &lt;br /&gt;
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Was duller than a drain &lt;br /&gt;
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And nearly as dingy. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the big College &lt;br /&gt;
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And the pseudo-Gothic town-hall. &lt;br /&gt;
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There were the sordid provincial shops -- &lt;br /&gt;
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The grocer's, and the shops for women, &lt;br /&gt;
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The shop where I bought transfers, &lt;br /&gt;
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And the piano and gramaphone shop &lt;br /&gt;
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Where I used to stand &lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures &lt;br /&gt;
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Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone. &lt;br /&gt;
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How dull and greasy and grey and sordid it was! &lt;br /&gt;
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On wet days -- it was always wet -- &lt;br /&gt;
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I used to kneel on a chair &lt;br /&gt;
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And look at it from the window. &lt;br /&gt;
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The dirty yellow trams &lt;br /&gt;
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Dragged noisily along &lt;br /&gt;
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With a clatter of wheels and bells &lt;br /&gt;
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And a humming of wires overhead. &lt;br /&gt;
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They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines &lt;br /&gt;
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And then the water ran back &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of brownish foam bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was nothing else to see --&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
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Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
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Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
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And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
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And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
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A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
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Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
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And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
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Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
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And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
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Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
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Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
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As that damned little town. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
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I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
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or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
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right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
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before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
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or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
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along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
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such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
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and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
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we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
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the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
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and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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“How do you prop up pop-up purple paper people?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I hear you cry. Well I …&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
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With a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
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But I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
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A cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the paper people politics.&lt;br /&gt;
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Paper politicians with their paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
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Broken promises without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we could watch paper TV and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
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We’d see the poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package&lt;br /&gt;
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Or watch paper people carriers get stuck in paper traffic on the A4. Paper.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a paper princess Kate but we’d all stare at paper Pippa,&lt;br /&gt;
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And then we’d all live in fear of killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
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Because the paper propaganda propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
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Papers printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a pompous paper parliament who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
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And who ignored the people’s protests about all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the peaceful paper protests would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
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By the confetti cannons manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes there’d still be paper money, so there’d still be paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
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And the paper piggy bankers pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
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Purchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
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Others live in poverty and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper poor economy where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
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But while their needs are ignored the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
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Origami armies unfold plans for paper planes&lt;br /&gt;
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And we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
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But the greater shame is that it always seems to stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;
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What changes is who’s in power choosing how to lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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They’re naming names, forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
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Because in the end it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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‘Cause even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
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It is only ever people who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
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And on paper, it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the bottom of Pandora’s box there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
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And I still hope ’cause I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who every single day since I was born, have taken time out of their morning to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s 7892 days straight of someone checking I’m okay, and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who go out of their way to make your life better, and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, people have potential to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be victims&lt;br /&gt;
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We don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s a little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
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But even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because we’re people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Kristy Giacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project will combine my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brighten the days of the viewers. The main message I wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The sets of paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem of my own writing. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is in the beauty of a great writing where a person's real emotions are free to be exposed. And what makes a great writing so great? I would say that the ability of a writer to appeal to the readers' emotions precisely. In writing there is no such thing as truth, each writer is free to create their own reality as dark or as colorful a they wish to do so. Though it is true that life experiences and situations shape a person's way of viewing life, each individual has the power to define his or her own reality and a way to do so is through literature. In this Milestone, the work of different poets is presented, as well as information about the writer's background and the path that lead to their accomplishments. The writers are chosen for their relevance as well as for the topics they cover in their poems, related to people's emotions, to symbolism, sociopolitical perspectives and to weather. Poetry has been a tool for many of these writers to use not only as a form of expression through art but also to raise awareness about their concerns. For the deliverable of this Milestone, a poem of each author presented in the background is chosen and interpreted by me. Poetry is for everyone and its power is beyond most people's imaginations, which is why, also as part of the deliverable, poems of my own will accompany each set of picture and painting done in the Milestones [[Colourless London]] and [[Adding Pigment]] that will encompass the same topics covered by the poets in the background. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the biography published in the Encyclopedia Britannica this great literary character is introduced like this: &amp;quot;Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) was an English Victorian poet and literary and social critic, noted especially for his classical attacks on the contemporary tastes and manners of the “Barbarians” (the aristocracy), the “Philistines” (the commercial middle class), and the “Populace.”&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He divided the society in these three categories and wrote about their realities from his perspective. Instead of referring to them as high, middle and low class, he called them &amp;quot;Barbarians&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Philistines&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Populace&amp;quot;. Also through his writings it is easy to get his idea of how society worked, specifically in the poems &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;East London&amp;quot;, where seeks to portray how the case of society relies in the working class, which, if we think about it, makes total sense. The working class is first of all where the great majority of people are situated, they are educated enough to actively participate in a roll of society contributing to the economy, and yet, are aware of the sociopolitical situation of their country because they are directly affected y it. They do not enjoy major privileges and they know that to get the bread to the tale they have to work for it, which they do. The high class instead, enjoy of all the privileges that come with being above everyone else and the lower class contribute very little to the economy and their voices are, if anything, barely heard.&amp;quot;Arnold saw in the Philistines the key to the whole position; they were the most influential section of society; their strength was the nation’s strength, their crudeness its crudeness: the key was then to educate and humanize the Philistines.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mathew began his career as a poet and it was not hard for him to excel as he started to publish. This maybe influenced by the fact that he was the son of a very respected image, for his father, Thomas Arnold, was the headmaster of a renown college in England. Also his success was propelled by the way he wrote for a higher cause than himself. He wanted to make people conscious through his writing, so he raised awareness through his poetry which expressed his ideals for society. &amp;quot;a poetry that would address the moral needs of his readers, to animate and ennoble them” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Matthew Arnold. (2015, October 04). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He was a man of great character and strong moral values that he worked to promote to his readers. Also, by the way he critiqued society in his poetry, he is considered to have &amp;quot;established criticism as an art form&amp;quot; and been inspiring English critiques until present times. According to a biography written by Hamilton and titled &amp;quot;A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold&amp;quot;, Mathew became such an important image to represent English poetry that he was elected to the Oxford chair of poetry and very proud of this accomplishment, he wrote to his mother: &amp;quot;some 200 more voted than ever before&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Letter from Mathew Arnold to his mother, May 10 1857. Ibid., pp. 357-358&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 187-188&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This victory was only surpassed by the success of his first speech at Oxford, “On the Modern Element in Literature”, where according to the Encyclopedia Britannica, he gave a whole new definition to the word &amp;quot;modern&amp;quot;: &amp;quot;being taken to mean not merely “contemporary”, but the spirit that, contemplating the vast and complex spectacle of life, craves for moral and intellectual “deliverance”&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This claim is also supported by the biography written by Hamilton, where he elaborates more about how Mathew believed that poetry was the best way to positively influence people and teach them morals, or as Mathew said: &amp;quot;a faith which could be thought of as a thing of beauty&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hamilton, I. (1999). A gift imprisoned: the poetic life of Matthew Arnold. New York: Basic Books, pp. 205-206&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For his many apportions Mr. Arnold has been considered one of the most influential writers of his time and he is the only person to have two memorials in Westminster Abbey, according to the Encyclopedia Britannica.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Willey, B. (2017, February 14). Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 14, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matthew-Arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;quot;A bust by Alfred Bruce-Joy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;a mural tablet of Lepine limestone and green Westmorland slate with a motif of gilded flames, designed by Donald Buttress&amp;quot; can be seen in different sides of the Westminster Abbey according to its official website. The inscription in the tablet reads: &amp;quot;Remember Matthew Arnold 1822-1888 Poet and Critic. Let but the light appear and thy transfigured walls be touch'd with flame&amp;quot; and that quotation is taken from his poem to one of the Deans of Westminster. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Westminster Abbey. (n.d.). Thomas and Matthew Arnold. Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.westminster-abbey.org/our-history/people/thomas-and-matthew-arnold&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Being given the great honor of having two memorials in the abbey there is no way to deny his influence in English literature and the quality of his work. Mathew Arnold sets an example to all writers and invites them to believe in the power they have with their literature. In the same way, he invited us all to become aware of other people's situations and our roles in society.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward Godfree Aldington was born in a middle class family in Portsmouth, England, on 1892, however he grew up in a town called Dover at the Southeast end of the UK and since a very early age chose to be called Richard. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; What seems really interesting is the strength of his character, as, which kid would ever decide to change his or her own name? This detail helps us have a better idea of some traits of his personality. Now, about his life, as an adult he openly expressed he did not live the childhood he would have preferred. Through his poems people can have a very vivid picture of what the earliest days of his life were like, specially through his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, which setting is Dover. According to a biography written by Charles Doyle, &amp;quot;a great source of early dissatisfaction and insecurity for Aldington was his immediate environment&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 4-5&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In a letter written to a friend later in his life, he said: &amp;quot;The photo of poor old Dover is indeed shocking. The Victorian houses, with all their drab squalor, still had some remote trace of humanity, but these skyscraping slave-pens, industrial ergastula, give one the creeps. It is the same everywhere, and reflects the age, which will do itself justice&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. letter to P. A. G. Aldington, May 21 1959 (Carbondale)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. By this description, Dover does not sound very different to what London once was as seen in the first Milestone of this project ([[Colourless London]]). A gray place that, from Richard's perspective, as shown in his poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot;, was dull, dark, stinky and hateful. He felt helpless in that town as if he was trapped there and unable to grow. In fact in the same biography previously mentioned, Charles Doyle realizes a repeated metaphor in Aldington's writings, the first one appears in the poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; and the second one appears in the book &amp;quot;Rejected Guest&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A child, grubbing about in the garden, finds the chrysalis of a tiger moth. An old boot box is begged from the kitchen, a useless pile of unnecessary leaves is arranged for the treasure air-holes are punched. Every half-hour or so, the child into the box to the wonderful change it has been told about. Nothing happens, the box is forgotten, and then one day carelessly opened. The bright-winged creature lying dead.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Aldington, R. (2005). Rejected guest. Whitefish, MT: Kessinger Publ. pp. 21&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With this visualization of himself and the town that saw him grow, it is not hard to identify the dark and depressing perspective of his works. The moth's metaphor however, was probably inspired by one of his hobbies as a child as stated in a biography written by Hernandez: &amp;quot;It was at Dover, also, that he began collecting butterflies; an occasional hobby that he would stay with for most of his life.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; After going through terrible childhood, his life did not become that much better, as when being an adult he had to go though very traumatic experiences and misfortunes such as having a stillborn child in his first marriage, a long and messy divorce and his participation in WWI. However, in spite of all these tragedies, he never topped writing. &amp;quot;The two and a half years that Aldington spent in active duty during WWI was to become perhaps the greatest single influence on his writing for the decades to follow.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He used these events as a source of inspiration and did pretty well in his career for a while, until he caused controversy with one of his biographical books. As he wrote the biography of Lawrence of Arabia, who was admired by many, Aldington realized he was only a farce and when he published his book exposing all the lies, he got a lot of backs turned to him. &amp;quot;Aldington expected that he would be writing the biography of a hero, but in the process realized that the legend of the man was, in fact, legend indeed--and mostly of T.E. Lawrence's own making.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Prose &amp;amp; Poetry - Richard Aldington. (n.d.). Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://www.firstworldwar.com/poetsandprose/aldington.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He suffered a lot from the critics after publishing this book even though it was later proven that he was right and for a writer with a bad reputation it is very hard to publish. Nevertheless, he did not give up and towards the end of his life things got a little bit better as in a visit to the USSR he said &amp;quot;Here, in the Soviet Union, for the first time in my life I have met with extraordinary warmth and attention. This is the happiest day of my life.  I shall never forget it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hernandez, P. (n.d.). Richard Aldington - A Short Biography. Retrieved June 18, 2017, from http://www.imagists.org/aldington/biography.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, according to Doyle, after his death in 1962, &amp;quot;The Literary Gazette&amp;quot; published that &amp;quot;his work preserved the best tradition of British critical realism&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Doyle, C. (1989). Richard Aldington: a biography. Basingstoke: Macmillan, pp. 323 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With a life full of ups and downs, Aldington was one of the first English poets to discard the conventions of rhyme and meter but he discarded them for &amp;quot;a stricter and more difficult form which can hardly be called free verse because of the masterful control which regulates and balances every detail with the minutest precision&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Kershaw, A., &amp;amp; Temple, F. J. (1965). Richard Aldington: an intimate portrait. Carbondale, IL: Southern Illinois University Press. pp. 7&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, after looking at a life so full of misfortunes, it is a little bit easier to understand the perspective of his writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson was born in 1963 in Scotland but moved to London at the age of 16 to work as a jazz musician and joined a band. According to &amp;quot;The British Council&amp;quot;, him joining the jazz-folk ensemble Lammas, was one of the most influential factors all through his career. &amp;quot;Paterson’s strong ear for rhythm and understanding of the ‘sense in sound’ are partly attributable to his background in music&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;British Council. (2017). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://literature.britishcouncil.org/writer/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Music is as much his passion as poetry is and even today he continues to play in Scotland as a professional musician. An astonishing fact about his life is that he taught himself the rules of rhyme and meter, and Egan his career as a self taught poet. He has a quite peculiar way of looking at his own profession, as in an interview with the journalist JP O'Malley, he asked Paterson if it was true he felt uncomfortable saying he was a poet, to what he answered; &amp;quot;I think that's true with most poets. I know only one or two who are comfortable with that. It's mainly because it's not a job of any kind. It's just something weirdly synaesthetic thing you do with words, and is probably symptomatic of a broader pathology. I think poetry is more of a diagnosis than a calling.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; O'Malley, J. (n.d.). An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 21, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It is sad to think that still in the 21st century it is hard to admit a profession for fear of judgement, specially a character like Patterson. However, in my opinion, he is not to blame, for maybe he doesn't want to deal with the comments and questions that come when you admit that you decided to pursue a career in literature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson has a great imagination worthy of admiration and by reading the interview, he also seems like a very down to earth person, someone that enjoys what he does and thats it. He does not pretend to be anyone's hero or use his poems as a gateway to escape his personal problems. He writes as inspiration comes to him and keeps close attention to every single word he chooses as he said &amp;quot;Ted Hughes used to talk about this: he said he knew a poem was finished when every word was listening to every other word.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;O'Malley, J. (n.d.). Profile: An Interview with Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://asls.arts.gla.ac.uk/SWE/TBI/TBIIssue12/PatersonInterview.html&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Reading a poem that has had so much thought put into it makes us appreciate poetry as a complex art form. His exemplary work has been widely acknowledged as he has received a great number of awards. According to &amp;quot;The Scottish Library&amp;quot;, his collection &amp;quot;Nil Nil&amp;quot; won the Forward prize for best first collection, he was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society’s ‘New Generation Poets’ promotion and became poetry editor at &amp;quot;Picador Macmillan&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson . Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the awards don't end there, as stated in the official website of the Poetry Foundation: &amp;quot;God’s Gift to Women (1997) won both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, and Landing Light (2003) won the Whitbread Poetry Award and an unprecedented second T.S. Eliot Prize. Christina Patterson, reviewing Landing Light for the Independent, praised Paterson as “one of the few poets writing today whose work combines postmodern playfulness with a sense of yearning for the transcendental.” Paterson’s poem “A Private Bottling” won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition. He has won an Eric Gregory Award, three Book Awards from the Scottish Arts Council, and a Creative Scotland Award. The Poetry Society named Paterson one of the New Generation Poets and as a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the English Association. For his service to literature, he was appointed Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 2008 and received the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 2010.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Poetry Foundation. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His work was so acknowledged that he won the T.S. Eliot Prize twice. A Life full of success that still continues and yet, he remains humble and down to earth. He seems like the kind of person that if you came across in the street, you would never imagine is so recognized by the quality of his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don Paterson’s poems are so admirable because of the great deal of work he puts into them, and how, despite he sticks to the verse rules, that does not restrain his creativity and imagination for the lines flow with perfect sense. The hardest thing about doing this, at least for me, is definitely finding the right words to fit the rules without changing the original course of the poem. However, he must master a huge vocabulary, as he keeps the same trajectory of the poem at the same time as he keeps the rhyme and meter right. As Ben Wilkinson summed up in the British Council’s Writers Directory: &amp;quot;a sharp, witty and distinctive poetic voice, Paterson’s formal dexterity and dedication to poetic tradition are combined with contemporary postmodernist elements, producing poems of cutting-edge relevance, but also of intense, MacNeiceian lyrical beauty.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Scottish Poetry Library. (n.d.). Don Paterson. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/don-paterson&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, we must not forget that Patterson is still relatively young as has much more to offer as a poet and a musician. As he continues his career, we'll see what new wonders he creates for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry Baker is not only one of my personal favorite poets, but also a great example for people that are too afraid to follow their passions. Harry grew up in London and he explains in his book &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and in his YouTube videos how, as he was always an excellent student and enjoyed science, as his time to choose a career path approached, he was advised to study medicine and become a doctor. However, as he says, he discovered that despite enjoying science very much, &amp;quot;poetry was a more fun way of saving lives&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 9 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; So then he decided to study maths at Bristol after finishing his gap year between high school and college, which he thinks was one of the best decisions in his life, for it was along those times when he discovered Slam Poetry. Indeed, the first part of his book is called &amp;quot;Harry Baker's Super-Amazing Mega-Awesome Gap Year Adventures: Birth Of A Champion&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 19 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; In harry's poems it is easy to see how much he enjoys playing with the sounds of words and how at times the poem turns almost into a rap and sometimes it sounds like a tong twister. On the first note, Harry was actually a rapper before he started writing poetry. and one of his poems called &amp;quot;99 problems&amp;quot; he takes Jay-Z's lyrics and turns them into a poem about maths. In his book, he explains that from a young age he was told to write about things he knew about, and as he is a mathematician, this poem and others such as &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; talk about maths and numbers in the most creative way anyone could possibly imagine. He introduces the poem &amp;quot;59&amp;quot; as &amp;quot; a love poem about prime numbers&amp;quot; and he explains it is &amp;quot;the first proper poem he ever wrote&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 21-31&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; With this poem he won his first &amp;quot;Poetry Slam Competition&amp;quot;, which was a turning point that inspired him to keep writing and performing &amp;quot;almost every night&amp;quot;, as he says later in his book. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 43&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Academy of American Poets explains in its official website that Slam Poetry is a movement that started in the U.S. somewhere between two or three decades ago and revived young people's interest in poetry. The way these work is that participants are given a few minutes in the stage to perform an original work of poetry written by themselves. The performances are individual or by groups and random members of the audience judge who wins. The website previously mentioned explains: &amp;quot;The work is judged as much on the manner and enthusiasm of its performance as its content or style, and many slam poems are not intended to be read silently from the page.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;A Brief Guide to Slam Poetry. (2015, October 06). Retrieved June 22, 2017, from https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/brief-guide-slam-poetry&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry became a London Slam Champion and was later invited to participate in the Poetry Slam World Cup of 2012 held in Paris, France. In his book, Harry tells the story of how this came to happen as well as all he had to do to go and the three poems he chose to participate. The first poem was &amp;quot;Dinosaur Love&amp;quot;, the second one was &amp;quot;The Sunshine Kid&amp;quot; and the third poem, which he performed in the final, is called &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot;. This poem is the one that made him win the Poetry Slam World Cup on 2012 and got him to become the youngest ever World Slam Champion. Harry is very proud to have this title as it has given him the chance to meet a lot of people and travel all around the world to perform. He is also very proud of his poem &amp;quot;Paper People&amp;quot; and this is easy to see baby the way he introduces it in his book: &amp;quot;So it's technically the best poem in the world&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Baker, H. (2014). The Sunshine Kid. Portishead: Burning Eye Books. pp. 125&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Harry Baker is an inspiration because while being a mathematician he still follows his passion for poetry and excels at it at an international level. He is only in his early twenties and has already finished his degree, published a book and travelled the world meeting amazing people and doing what he likes. &lt;br /&gt;
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A babe was in her arms, and at her side&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker of the poem sits in Belgrave Square and looks at a poor woman with her baby and young daughter, all dressed in rags, evidently from the lower class. Then, as some men from the working class pass by, the tramp sends the little girl to beg and she successfully brings back some money. However, as rich men pass by they make no effort to beg at all. Then the speaker explains how he realizes that the tramp will only beg from the working class who will understand her situation and are more likely to show some compassion and give her money. He also realized that from the perspective of the poor family, the rich men that walk by are &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; that would show no empathy at all for her cause, for which she sees no need to try to beg. In this short poem, Matthew Arnold criticizes society's lack of response to poverty. He lived in a period of modernization and was able to see the gap between social classes broaden as people became &amp;quot;aliens&amp;quot; for each other and all the empathic community that once existed was deteriorating. The title &amp;quot;West London&amp;quot; accentuates his idea of rupture of society caused by socioeconomic status, for that is considered to be a very wealthy side of the city. He uses this to accentuate the fact that poverty remains present despite the wealth of high class neighborhoods like West London. Finally, by the end of the poem, he leaves the readers with his desire for a change and an attempt of a wake up call. As he refers to the poor girl as the &amp;quot;unknown little&amp;quot; and to the rich as the &amp;quot;unknowing great&amp;quot; he shows how unconscious people have become and how he hopes for a better future. Just as it is explained in the background of this Milestone, he attempts to make his readers aware of society's situation so that hopefully they are more conscious about they reality and restore the lost morals of the broken community.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was all so dull -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;
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Running along the grey shiny pavements; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes there was a waggon &lt;br /&gt;
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Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound &lt;br /&gt;
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With their hoofs &lt;br /&gt;
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Through the silent rain. &lt;br /&gt;
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And there was a grey museum &lt;br /&gt;
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Full of dead birds and dead insects and dead animals &lt;br /&gt;
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And a few relics of the Romans -- dead also. &lt;br /&gt;
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There was a sea-front, &lt;br /&gt;
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A long asphalt walk with a bleak road beside it, &lt;br /&gt;
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Three piers, a row of houses, &lt;br /&gt;
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And a salt dirty smell from the little harbour. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a moth -- &lt;br /&gt;
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Like one of those grey Emperor moths &lt;br /&gt;
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Which flutter through the vines at Capri. &lt;br /&gt;
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And that damned little town was my match-box, &lt;br /&gt;
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Against whose sides I beat and beat &lt;br /&gt;
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Until my wings were torn and faded, and dingy &lt;br /&gt;
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As that damned little town. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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Richard Aldington wrote this poem at the age of 21 and, as seen in the background, he did not live a very happy life in general. As it can e inferred by the title, this poem narrates the depressing and traumatizing period of his childhood. The complete poem &amp;quot;Childhood&amp;quot; is over a hundred lines, which is why I chose only a section of the poem to talk about. I chose the third section because here Aldington talks about Dover, the town he grew up in, which had quite some similarities to London, starting by the weather. This is a very honest, crude and personal poem. His bitter and miserable childhood contrasts with the way any person would ever imagine what should be such a joyful and enjoyable part of anyone's life. In this third part of the poem, he talks specifically about Dover and its rainy weather and since the first lines he reveals his perspective about it. He complains about the rain, the smoke and the clouds that, according to him, seemed to always surround the valley. Everything that he expresses in the poem is in a negative way. He says that when he was finally able to see the sun, it was already too late. For this maybe he not only he meant &amp;quot;the sun&amp;quot; as a literal thing but also in a way in which, if you ever live through bad experiences for long enough it is hard to recognize when something good happens, as you get used to constant tragedy and that is all you expect. After this, he goes on a more personal level and talks about the street he lived in, which he compares to a drain. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he proceeds to describe the places he used to go in the town with great amount of detail, he invites the readers to transport themselves to his childhood. It amazes me the way that he only focuses on the worst perspective of the town, which I am sure, could not have been nearly as ad as he describes. However, despite this, he says that &amp;quot;there was nothing else to see&amp;quot; as if he would have actually made an effort to look for a it of beauty in that place and failed. As he says &amp;quot;in rainy days-it was always rainy&amp;quot; he makes it seem as if there was no escape from that &amp;quot;depressing&amp;quot; panorama. He days &amp;quot;everything was dull&amp;quot; and then proceeds to say &amp;quot;except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas, running along the grey shiny pavements&amp;quot; making emphasis on the colors which were all dull as well. He keeps using the words dull, hollow, dingy and gray as he continues to describe the town and its weather. He has the most negative perspective I have ever heard of the museum, however, as I think this, I can almost hear him say &amp;quot;...it's true though, isn't it?&amp;quot;. It is sad to think that the first thing to come to a kid's mind when being ale to observe such wonderful creatures so up close, is that they're dead. And then instead of showing interest in the captivating roman history, &amp;quot;oh, they're also dead&amp;quot;. By the end on this section of the poem he talks not comparing himself to a moth inside of a matchbox. As he does this there are a few things to point out. First of al, the fact that instead of being a butterfly, he decides to be a moth, then the fact that he is in a matchbox meant that someone else put him there. This is almost as if he lamed his parent for carelessly putting him in a place where he felt trapped. Then as he descries how his wings were hurt and he couldn't fly he probably means to say that y growing up in a place where he was not meant to be, like the moth inside the matchbox, his aspirations were hurt and he was condemned to not be able to except his abilities at their full potential. In the last line of the poem he compares himself to the town, as if he had let the place he came from, define the rest of his life and he was damned to always be part of that town. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Rain==&lt;br /&gt;
By Don Paterson&lt;br /&gt;
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I love all films that start with rain:&lt;br /&gt;
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rain, braiding a windowpane&lt;br /&gt;
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or darkening a hung-out dress&lt;br /&gt;
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or streaming down her upturned face;&lt;br /&gt;
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one long thundering downpour&lt;br /&gt;
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right through the empty script and score&lt;br /&gt;
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before the act, before the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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before the lens pulls through the frame&lt;br /&gt;
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to where the woman sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
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beside a silent telephone&lt;br /&gt;
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or the dress lies ruined on the grass&lt;br /&gt;
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or the girl walks off the overpass,&lt;br /&gt;
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and all things flow out from that source&lt;br /&gt;
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along their fatal watercourse.&lt;br /&gt;
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However bad or overlong&lt;br /&gt;
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such a film can do no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;
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so when his native twang shows through&lt;br /&gt;
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or when the boom dips into view&lt;br /&gt;
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or when her speech starts to betray&lt;br /&gt;
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its adaptation from the play,&lt;br /&gt;
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I think to when we opened cold&lt;br /&gt;
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on a rain-dark gutter, running gold&lt;br /&gt;
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with the neon of a drugstore sign,&lt;br /&gt;
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and I’d read into its blazing line:&lt;br /&gt;
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forget the ink, the milk, the blood—&lt;br /&gt;
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all was washed clean with the flood&lt;br /&gt;
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we rose up from the falling waters&lt;br /&gt;
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the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;
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and none of this, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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In this poem about rain written by Don Paterson, he presents a whole different perspective from the one of Richard Aldington talking about the weather. Again since the first line, the perspective of the author is reveled and invites us to keep reading as the author contains in eight syllables per line every scene where rain is present in a movie. In this poem is beautiful the way Paterson describes his scenes. It is almost as if he only knew the most beautiful way to say things as simple as rain falling down a window. Instead he makes us visualize the drops falling and intertwining with each other as he says &amp;quot;braiding a windowpane&amp;quot;. Also he makes us recall movie scenes where we have seen these images and makes us appreciate more the beauty of those scenes. The truth is that in movies, usually rain appears in sad parts just to add to the emotion as he says in the line &amp;quot;or streaming down her upturned face&amp;quot;. Then as he says &amp;quot;before the act, before the blame, before the lens pulls through the frame&amp;quot; he seems to mean that whether it is being filmed or not, the rain is still there, beyond the movie. It exists whether we watch it or not and whether we are ale to appreciate it or not, it is beautiful. After this he recalls scenes where rain is used to create suspense &amp;quot;as a woman sits by the telephone&amp;quot; probably waiting for her lover to call or even maybe waiting to receive bad news. Then he says that no matter how bad the scene may seem or how wrong things start to go in the movie, that does not affect us because at the end of the day it is just a movie. Later, from my perspective, says that when bad things happen in the movie he starts thinking about how, just as in the movie, bad things happen in life and despite this the rain is able to wash away our problems as &amp;quot;we rise up from the falling waters&amp;quot;. Just as in a movie, when a scene is rainy and sad it does not matter, because in the end, it is just going to e a scene of the movie, as that bad episode of our lives is just going to be that; an episode. I like the contrast this idea makes with the idea expressed in the previous poem as they both use the same object (the weather) to state opposing ideas. Also, as seen in the background, It is worthy of admiration how, Paterson is able to achieve such an accurate and understandable poem that is easy to appreciate, as he sticks to rhyme and meter. How he finds just the right words for each line to continue the same train of thought and guide us through the poem.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Paper People==&lt;br /&gt;
By Harry Baker&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like some paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’d be purple paper people. Maybe pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proper pop-up purple paper people.&lt;br /&gt;
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“How do you prop up pop-up purple paper people?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I hear you cry. Well I …&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people&lt;br /&gt;
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With a proper pop-up purple people paperclip,&lt;br /&gt;
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But I’d pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;
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A cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I could build a pop-up metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I wouldn’t wanna deal with all the paper people politics.&lt;br /&gt;
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Paper politicians with their paper-thin policies,&lt;br /&gt;
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Broken promises without appropriate apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we could watch paper TV and it would all be pay-per-view.&lt;br /&gt;
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We’d see the poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package&lt;br /&gt;
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Or watch paper people carriers get stuck in paper traffic on the A4. Paper.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a paper princess Kate but we’d all stare at paper Pippa,&lt;br /&gt;
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And then we’d all live in fear of killer Jack the Paper-Ripper,&lt;br /&gt;
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Because the paper propaganda propagates the people’s prejudices,&lt;br /&gt;
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Papers printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’d be a pompous paper parliament who remained out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;
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And who ignored the people’s protests about all the paper cuts,&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the peaceful paper protests would get blown to paper pieces,&lt;br /&gt;
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By the confetti cannons manned by pre-emptive police.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes there’d still be paper money, so there’d still be paper greed,&lt;br /&gt;
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And the paper piggy bankers pocketing more than they need,&lt;br /&gt;
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Purchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties,&lt;br /&gt;
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Others live in poverty and ain’t acknowledged properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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A proper poor economy where so many are proper poor,&lt;br /&gt;
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But while their needs are ignored the money goes to big wars.&lt;br /&gt;
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Origami armies unfold plans for paper planes&lt;br /&gt;
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And we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains,&lt;br /&gt;
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But the greater shame is that it always seems to stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;
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What changes is who’s in power choosing how to lay the blame,&lt;br /&gt;
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They’re naming names, forgetting these are names of people,&lt;br /&gt;
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Because in the end it all comes down to people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like people.&lt;br /&gt;
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‘Cause even when the situation’s dire,&lt;br /&gt;
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It is only ever people who are able to inspire,&lt;br /&gt;
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And on paper, it’s hard to see how we all cope.&lt;br /&gt;
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But in the bottom of Pandora’s box there’s still hope,&lt;br /&gt;
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And I still hope ’cause I believe in people.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who every single day since I was born, have taken time out of their morning to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s 7892 days straight of someone checking I’m okay, and that’s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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People like the persecuted Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who go out of their way to make your life better, and expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, people have potential to be powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be victims&lt;br /&gt;
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We don’t need to succumb to that system.&lt;br /&gt;
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And a paper population is no different.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s a little paper me. And a little paper you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And in a pop-up population people’s problems pop up too,&lt;br /&gt;
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But even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because we’re people.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Interpretation===&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the volatility if this poem, how it is funny, serious, sad, true and enjoyable all the way through. How Harry plays with the words that emphasize the sound of the letter p and that is his style all through the poem. He adds rhymes here and there without having to stick to the verse rules and even making the poem sound as a tongue twister sometimes. The poem also starts happy with the phrase &amp;quot;I like people&amp;quot;. A phrase so vague and at the same time so full of meaning. Then he starts talking about &amp;quot;paper people&amp;quot; as if he did not want to talk directly about people. Similar to when you ask someone's advice for a problem &amp;quot;your friend&amp;quot; has, when it is really you who have the problem. Harry says he would build a pup-up paper metropolis but would not wand to deal with the &amp;quot;paper politics&amp;quot;. Here is where the poem gets a little more serious as he complains about the politicians making useless &amp;quot;paper-thin&amp;quot; policies that do not actually help and then breaking the promises they do in their campaigns as they look for votes. Right after this he goes back to the funny side of the poem playing with words, like when he says that cars would &amp;quot;stuck in paper traffic on the A4&amp;quot; meaning the paper type as if it was also the name of a congested highway. Then he proceeds to help us give a setting to his paper metropolis and the rest of the references in the poem as he talks about the &amp;quot;paper princess Kate&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Jack the paper ripper&amp;quot;. As the poem goes through, he never lets it get too funny or too serious finding the perfect balance to make us reflect out what he s saying without making it tedious or boring. He talks about how &amp;quot;propaganda propagates people's prejudices&amp;quot; and I have been able to see this, specially in London, as in the past weeks of being here the city has suffered terrible terrorist attacks. The saddest thing is that the last one was an attack to a mosque inspired in islamofobia. And the media fosters this sometimes without the intention of doing so by &amp;quot;printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists&amp;quot; and making people think it could be any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harry also talks about sociopolitical concerns, just as Mathew Arnold used to do, the difference is that Harry adds humor to it and talks in a somewhat figurative language. He mentions how the parliament remains out of touch and how people are unable to peacefully protest. How there is a huge gap between the rich that have more than they need and the poor that are not acknowledged properly. How the economy is already poor and instead of dredging the population's needs the money goes to fund armed conflicts between nations. But despite all the rebellions and the wars, things never seem to change, it is always the same problems and the only thing that changes is the person in power, who is always the one to blame, but, it really? Harry makes us reflect that at the end of the day we are all people and we make mistakes and when we point our fingers and start laying the blame we forget &amp;quot;these are names of people&amp;quot;. He goes towards the end of the poem in an optimistic perspective pointing out how even when the situations get rough, &amp;quot;it is only ever people who are able to inspire&amp;quot;, and saying that there is still hope as long as we believe there is. Then he gives a simple example we can all relate to of how he believes in people, as he talks about his grandparents. He then proceeds to list people that without knowing it, are fighting for a bigger cause, people that inspire through their actions and &amp;quot;have the potential to be powerful&amp;quot;. After that he exhorts us to do not fall into &amp;quot;the system&amp;quot; of hiding behind the excuse of &amp;quot;being victims&amp;quot; and he empowers us by his last lines, which are my favorite out of the whole poem and say that &amp;quot;even if the whole world fell apart then we’d still make it through because we’re people&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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==My Own Reality in London==&lt;br /&gt;
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In this section I present poems of my own writing, to complement to the pictures taken and paintings made for the previous milestones of the protect &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. I had the chance to visit London once again during the summer of 2017 as part of an Academic program of my university Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI). During this experience I visited Museums, Palaces, Concerts, Plays and interacted with a great amount of all types of people. As part of the program, however, I had to keep a personal Travel Journal, narrating my day to day in this magnificent &amp;quot;World City&amp;quot;. Throughout the program I not only stretched my intellectual capacities by doing independent studies, but I also explored new areas of my personality through art and developed a better sense of understanding of my own reality, acknowledging that my perception of it differs from that of others. Being here also made me more aware of my surroundings and of myself, as unfortunately, we lived together with London a great deal of tragedies in a very short period of time. As I learned more about the history of this place and the way it continues to grow despite the opposing circumstances, I was more and more motivated to leave (in some way) a piece of me to contribute to the beauty of this city. Just like the artists presented through this project, I leave here my own perception of London, which may not be that relevant to many, but it shows that each person has the capacity to create a reality for themselves and turn it into the life they wish to live. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Lady London===&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the development of this milestone it was possible to understand the reasons why each author chose a specific style and portrayed their own version of reality as well as their concerns with respect to it. Tracing the poets' literary developments through their lives provided a solid background that helped understand the peculiar nature of their greatest accomplishments and even the perspective from where they chose to write. Though it is true that weather conditions may influence a person's behavior and way of being and viewing life, (as seen in the previous Milestones linked to this one) a person's life experiences are the main sculptors of his or her perception of reality, which at the same time, will define his or her actions. At the beginning of the Milestone, we can see how Mathew Arnold's experiences guided him to become one of the most influential writers in the United Kingdom. He was often seen as a humanist more than just a social critic and exemplifies how shaped his character and and worked very hard to follow his passions and develop his talent raising awareness for a cause better than his own benefit. The section of Richard Aldington however, helps us understand why he gave a depressing scent to his writing and leaves us wondering if the negativity shown in his work was the effect or the cause of his tragedies. Later we see Don Paterson that uses poetry as his most perfect way of expression, taking careful attention to the rhyme and meter and giving poetry a new perspective. Finally, the contemporary poet and international poetry slam champion Harry Baker decides to express through poetry things that he knows about such as love, maths and (in some way) people. Doing so in the most creative way playing with the sounds and pronunciations of words. &lt;br /&gt;
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All of the poets, besides being British have in common their strength of character when it came to poetry, as well as their love for it and their effort to (in their very own and individual ways) improve it. By the end of this Milestone, after interpreting the selected works of the authors presented in the background, I leave my own sets of poems that show the feelings I identified myself with while living in the City of London for nearly two months. I present my own work as well as the renown poets' work not only to fulfill my academic requirements, but to display my own version of reality in London and let the readers discover the wonders and calamities from which I was inspired to photograph, paint and write what I see as a London full of colour.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Activity Journal=&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman, Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #3 Natural History Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #4 National Gallery==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #5 British Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #27 Shoreditch, Urban Food Fest &amp;amp; BallieBallerson==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at 9 and started working on my Milestones, I am so behind it worries me, so Sofia and I schedules work times for this week so hopefully we will catch up with the schedule. This week we are going to Stonehenge and I couldn't be more excited. In the afternoon we went to mass, then had dinner in Nando's and went back to the flat. Then I video chatted with some friends and went straight to bed. I realized today that I have been eating terribly lately and it kinda shows, so I need to get on that as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #29 Library &amp;amp; Meeting==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, about the actual play... It was not what I expected, not my style and not the most enjoyable version of Romeo and Juliet I have seen. After the play, however, the view while crossing the millennium bridge made me tear up. I felt so happy to be here. Grateful for all the things that had to happen for me to be here. Thinking about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong, even being here, and yet did not. Happy to appreciate the view; the people, the night, the stars, the breeze and the beautiful St. Paul's Cathedral that means so much for England and has now come to mean so much to me. So my major takeaway from today, rather than the play, was the walk back from it to the flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #4 National Gallery==&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday May 11th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #11 Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was pretty boring and I felt really tired. We had a meeting at six at the church so we headed out at around five thirty and started walking there. It was raining, which was not ideal, I wish the weekly meetings could be on my flat. I wouldn't mind and I think everyone else would appreciate it. But well, honestly it being in the church is not that bad either. The meeting was tense at times, or at least that is how we felt it. I think most of us are doing a pretty good job and I am personally really proud of those who are passionate about their projects and find a meaning to it beyond getting an A. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday, week two is almost over.. what?! No! it can't be! it feels like we just got here, we are just so busy all the time that days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #21 Mass &amp;amp; BBQ==&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, about the actual play... It was not what I expected, not my style and not the most enjoyable version of Romeo and Juliet I have seen. After the play, however, the view while crossing the millennium bridge made me tear up. I felt so happy to be here. Grateful for all the things that had to happen for me to be here. Thinking about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong, even being here, and yet did not. Happy to appreciate the view; the people, the night, the stars, the breeze and the beautiful St. Paul's Cathedral that means so much for England and has now come to mean so much to me. So my major takeaway from today, rather than the play, was the walk back from it to the flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Overview=&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman, Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #27 Shoreditch, Urban Food Fest &amp;amp; BallieBallerson==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at 9 and started working on my Milestones, I am so behind it worries me, so Sofia and I schedules work times for this week so hopefully we will catch up with the schedule. This week we are going to Stonehenge and I couldn't be more excited. In the afternoon we went to mass, then had dinner in Nando's and went back to the flat. Then I video chatted with some friends and went straight to bed. I realized today that I have been eating terribly lately and it kinda shows, so I need to get on that as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #29 Library &amp;amp; Meeting==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, about the actual play... It was not what I expected, not my style and not the most enjoyable version of Romeo and Juliet I have seen. After the play, however, the view while crossing the millennium bridge made me tear up. I felt so happy to be here. Grateful for all the things that had to happen for me to be here. Thinking about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong, even being here, and yet did not. Happy to appreciate the view; the people, the night, the stars, the breeze and the beautiful St. Paul's Cathedral that means so much for England and has now come to mean so much to me. So my major takeaway from today, rather than the play, was the walk back from it to the flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 9th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #4 National Gallery==&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday May 11th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #11 Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was pretty boring and I felt really tired. We had a meeting at six at the church so we headed out at around five thirty and started walking there. It was raining, which was not ideal, I wish the weekly meetings could be on my flat. I wouldn't mind and I think everyone else would appreciate it. But well, honestly it being in the church is not that bad either. The meeting was tense at times, or at least that is how we felt it. I think most of us are doing a pretty good job and I am personally really proud of those who are passionate about their projects and find a meaning to it beyond getting an A. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday, week two is almost over.. what?! No! it can't be! it feels like we just got here, we are just so busy all the time that days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #21 Mass &amp;amp; BBQ==&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Overview=&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman, Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #27 Shoreditch, Urban Food Fest &amp;amp; BallieBallerson==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at 9 and started working on my Milestones, I am so behind it worries me, so Sofia and I schedules work times for this week so hopefully we will catch up with the schedule. This week we are going to Stonehenge and I couldn't be more excited. In the afternoon we went to mass, then had dinner in Nando's and went back to the flat. Then I video chatted with some friends and went straight to bed. I realized today that I have been eating terribly lately and it kinda shows, so I need to get on that as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, about the actual play... It was not what I expected, not my style and not the most enjoyable version of Romeo and Juliet I have seen. After the play, however, the view while crossing the millennium bridge made me tear up. I felt so happy to be here. Grateful for all the things that had to happen for me to be here. Thinking about all the things that could have possibly gone wrong, even being here, and yet did not. Happy to appreciate the view; the people, the night, the stars, the breeze and the beautiful St. Paul's Cathedral that means so much for England and has now come to mean so much to me. So my major takeaway from today, rather than the play, was the walk back from it to the flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #8 Museum of London==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #10 Tate Bitain==&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #11 Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the day was pretty boring and I felt really tired. We had a meeting at six at the church so we headed out at around five thirty and started walking there. It was raining, which was not ideal, I wish the weekly meetings could be on my flat. I wouldn't mind and I think everyone else would appreciate it. But well, honestly it being in the church is not that bad either. The meeting was tense at times, or at least that is how we felt it. I think most of us are doing a pretty good job and I am personally really proud of those who are passionate about their projects and find a meaning to it beyond getting an A. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday, week two is almost over.. what?! No! it can't be! it feels like we just got here, we are just so busy all the time that days go by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #21 Mass &amp;amp; BBQ==&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
There was music, giant jenga in the tables and lots of food and drinks to try. We ate there and then we stared to head to BallieBallerson. The 25 pounds you pay to get in are worth it, because it is not only a giant balls pool but it links like they light up with led lights at the same beat of the music. Plus they have a guy that paints your face with neon colors for free inside and they look lit with the black light. They also have a good variety of drinks and dancing in the pool of balls is so much fun. At the end of the day we're all bigger children. The scary part is that in the middle of the night there were another two terrorist attacks in the Tower Bridge and in Borough Market. Which is really scary, because we're not only living really close but also those are places we could have totally been at that night. Again, there is no way to prepare for a terrorist attack. I got a lot of messages from friends asking about my wellbeing. Thank god everyone in the program is safe and sound. Takin out the terrorist attack it was a great day and a great night, tomorrow will be another mass and milestone day and honestly that is all I want to do. I need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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I washed all my clothes and cleaned the mess that my room was. I also finished one of the paintings for my milestone and I'd say it turned out pretty well. I also got a new SIM card and now have 12 GB to use all around Europe for a month. I also went to print our train tickets, I wrote my journals and packed. Emily, Sofia and I left for the platform at ten and got there way before time. It was quite hard for me to sleep during the journey, but still I am very excited to be in Scotland. A new country to add to the list of &amp;quot;visited&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #8 Museum of London==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum Chris and I had lunch in a pub that is about five minutes away from our flats, we had a very nice conversation about politics, ideologies and contemporary controversies. It was great and I think we spent more time there talking than at the museum, which is funny. After that we went to my flat and worked on our individual journals and article entries for a couple of hours. Then we walked to the British Library and worked some more before our meeting with the professors. I told them about going to the concert on Saturday and they were very excited about it. On the walk back, Ben was telling Trinity and I his daily schedule... he wakes up at six every morning and starts being productive, no wonder why he is almost done with the milestone work. When I got home, I told everyone about it and we have an inside joke now... &amp;quot;be the Ben you wanna see in the world&amp;quot;. So tonight I will try to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow to work on my milestone, we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #9 Wicked==&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday May 16th 2017&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the museum we walked to the London Eye  and I took some pictures of the parliament and the Big Ben from the other side of the river. On our way there we found a bright orange rose growing in the top of the wall that decided the riverwalk from the street. I couldn't take a good shot of it because the wall was to high, so we kept walking. Later we saw a crack in the wall and Chris climbed it and went back to take pictures of the rose. It was beautiful to see that spot of color growing in the adversity of such a gray day. It got to a point where I gave up on holding my umbrella and we just walked in the rain. It was not too bad though. It is a nice rain that you can barely feel, you only realize it when you're completely wet. My shoes are gross though... and that is not ideal. We took the Tube to the station near our flat and on the walk there we had lunch in a street market. It took us longer to decide where to eat that what it took us to eat our food.  &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up really early and worked on the Milestone in the flat for a while, then we had breakfast, I did some exercise and we got ready to go to the Library. We took a bus to Westminster Reference Library and worked there from eleven until five. I read a lot about David Hockney and Sofia about Monet and we each contributed to the Milestone we are doing together. After that we went to the British Library and had our meetings with the advisors. Then we walked back to the flat, had dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast was good in a little local run y two young sisters. We hiked Arthur's seat, I was wearing a dress. It started raining and Scots are lazy and most stores were closed because it was Sunday. We walked around and couldn't get a mars bar. Then we went to the train station and on the way back to London I called my mom for most of he time. Looking outside the window was really pretty. When I got back I was really really tired and just wanted to go straight to bed. Sofia arrived two hours later because of problems with her ticket, and when she got here, she was just as tired as me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Overview=&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman Chris Tillotson and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Overview=&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Activity Journal=&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:windows.png|''Westminster Abbey &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Windows'' &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #5 British Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in St. Martin in the Fields Church. It was Vivaldi, Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Overview=&lt;br /&gt;
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=Milestone 1=&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to connect the emotions displayed in the pictures and the colors of the paintings in a creative way empathizing with the people walking by the site as a daily routine. The paintings and pictures are accompanied by a poem. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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=Activity Journal=&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:windows.png|''Westminster Abbey &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Windows'' &lt;br /&gt;
Image:windowss.png|''Westminster Abbey &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Windows'' &lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:St_Pauls.PNG|St. Paul's Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #3 Natural History Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #4 National Gallery==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was so hard to fall asleep though because someone was having a karaoke night with songs like &amp;quot;This is me&amp;quot; from Camp Rock and &amp;quot;Push it&amp;quot; from Jump in and of course the whole High School Musical and Hannah Montana repertoire. It was so annoying, they were not even good singers and were probably pretty drunk, but oh well, it can't all be beautiful right? I hope to get good sleep during the weekend, because these past days have been rough and we have so much writing to do that breaks and naps are not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #5 British Museum==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #6 Vivaldi, Four Seasons==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to Trafalgar Square. I went there to listen to a concert in [[St. Martin in the Fields]] Church. It was [[Vivaldi]] Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #7 Mass &amp;amp; Milestones==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that I went back to the flat by myself to meet Sofia there, we went to have lunch at Nando's and then we made a list of 50 things to do before this term is over. We are both really excited about it and we'll meet later to schedule our activities so we have enough time for doing our activities, the museums, the articles, the meetings, the journals and the milestones. It will not be easy but I will not sacrifice neither my quality work nor the opportunity of being in London with a friend. Good thing I have this activity journal so if anyone wants to follow the list, they have an easy way of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #16 Horniman Museum and Gardens==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, Edward the Confessor, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to [[Trafalgar Square]]. I went there to listen to a concert in [[St. Martin in the Fields]] Church. It was [[Vivaldi]] Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, [[Edward the Confessor]], [[Charles Darwin]], [[Charles Dickens]], Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to [[Trafalgar Square]]. I went there to listen to a concert in [[St. Martin in the Fields]] Church. It was [[Vivaldi]] Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I spent all my morning uploading pictures to my journals, hopefully not in vain... Also I proof read some of them and corrected some typos. Then I did my hair and makeup and Sofia and I planned the rest of the evening. We took a bus to Shoreditch St. and had a whole photoshoot with graffitis on the street. I wouldn't recommend going there alone and a girl friend does not count. I had never been so cat called in my life, it was very uncomfortable and awkward but I guess that we were not in the prettiest area of London. However, it was early and the sun was out, so we were safe. The pictures came out really cool and after that we met the boys at the Urban Food Fest that happens every Saturday during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot; #FF1493 &amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that I choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. I have gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college. This project combines my favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message I wished to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Objective:''' The goal is to display London as it is and to capture through pictures emotions felt by the Londoners due to the weather. Pictures are taken from different perspectives and represent feelings of an average citizen living daily life.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the course of two weeks, I researched the weather conditions in the United Kingdom, the origin of the deadly London fog and the relationship between people's emotions and weather conditions. This lead to the visual representation of my findings through a set of pictures taken on the city capturing the feelings talked about in the background. London looks like a majestic city and it's weather just adds to the mystery and enchantment of its beauty. However, people have had a different perspective than mine since centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The background exposes six different artists from three different fields; painting, literature, and architecture. From the magnificent paintings of Monet to the Breathtaking structures of Sir Christopher Wren and the stories of Charles Dickens together with Hockney's photographs, London is the birthplace of some of the most breathtaking artistic masterpieces. Unique, mesmerizing and complex, yet with a somehow volatile approach, artists throughout the history of this city have each shared their view through their work. Each one is analyzed in regard to the link between their style and perspective, and their setting and life circumstances. The artists are divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the present&amp;quot; and while the first category shows monochromatic and deep emotions about the scenery in London, the second one proposes a new and brighter perspective to the same issue this city has dealt with for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just as Mathew Arnold said; &amp;quot;Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things&amp;quot;. In this Milestone I explore the same reality from very different perspectives analyzing the lives of four of the most influential British Poets and one poem for each one of them. They all saw Britain grow and they grew with it as well, leaving a written proof of how each person is a master of their own destiny and how life is not about having, getting, and settling but about being, becoming and overcoming. These four authors that lived in very different times and lived in many places all through their lives show their personal view and chosen style through their work. We see through the writing of Mathew Arnold,  Harry Baker, Richard Aldington and Don Patterson, different viewpoints about the weather and the sociopolitical situations that revolve around this the United Kingdom.  What seems most interesting is the everlasting emotions displayed; everlasting in a way in which they are adopted again and again by newer generations as if the make choices and mistakes were made repeatedly throughout the ages. In this milestone it is possible to visualize the different perspectives of each author comparing them to each other and drawing your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The activity journal represents an ongoing log of reflections gained through each and every project activity on the [[Calendar 2017]]. The pictures posted were taken by Kristy Giacoman and Sofia Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #1 Westminster Abbey &amp;amp; the Tower of London ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we started the day quite early because we had to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a Tour. It was really interesting to go inside and listen to such numerous and wonderful different stories, some known to me and some unknown. We heard about people like the almost saint, [[Edward the Confessor]], [[Charles Darwin]], [[Charles Dickens]], Elizabeth I and her sister (bloody) Mary, and many more. However, my favorite story remained untold. As we entered the church, I saw the Scouts Movement flag next to the Girl Guides flag but we were in such a hurry that I could barely see what that was about. I then proceeded to ask our tour guide about it and he assumed that there was some kind of memorial to the scouts there but he did not know much about it. It was indeed in honor of [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]] and Lady Olave Baden Powell.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the Tour, we went to the Tower of London, a place full of stories that help us place ourselves in distant times in that same place. The Tower of London is home to the Crown Jewels, and has exhibitions that range from methods of torture to the King’s beasts. About the last one, I thought it was really interesting how when people saw animals like a lynx or an alligator, those seemed as bizarre to them as a unicorn and other mythical creatures. It was also majestic to thing about monkeys, lions and peacocks running around and sadly sometimes fighting for the king’s amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we exited the [[Tower of London]], Sofia and I took our time to admire the London Bridge and decided that we were going to go back later. Also, we could see “the egg” at a distance and I was thinking on maybe also painting it as well as part of my project. I think I will be painting the London Bridge, the egg, the Big Ben, the London Eye and the Tower of London. I think those sceneries are inspiring, meaningful and represent many ages of the history that London has lived. After that we went to [[The British Library]] where we worked on our journals and milestones for the meeting. Professor Constance gave me great ideas about my project and seemed to really like it, which motivated me. I didn't like how late our meeting was though, but that was because we were the last team. Also it seems odd that there are teams of six and teams of four like us. I really like my team though they are all very nice and kind. Christopher is really funny, we have inside jokes and we laugh about them all the time. Trinity is always smiling and she has such a pretty face, so kind and friendly. Finally Ben is so smart! It is amazing how much he knows about everything, definitely a good person to have a conversation with. I am excited for the days to come and to get to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Day #2 St Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we visited [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] and it was truly mesmerizing. We woke up at seven to get there before it was even open so we were basically the first people in. The cathedral is so gigantic and with so many details and commemorations of outstanding men and women in the history of England that it is impossible to not enjoy the visit. The dome has three different galleries, but unfortunately the two upper ones are not  going to be open until about a month from now. When I was going up the stairs though, it felt like they were endless The gallery of whispers (the only one open) lets you see up closer the paintings about the life of [[St. Paul]]. That gallery receives its name because of an unintended characteristic of its architecture, when two people stand at opposite sides of the dome, if one whispers to the wall, the other person will hear it loud and clear. I liked that our tickets included a guided visit with headsets because as I walked through the tombs in the lower level, I was listening to the life stories of poets, writers, military men and religious men and women. What surprised me is that the architect of the church was buried in a very simple tomb in the lower level of the church and that is exactly how he intended it. It was almost as if he was saying, &amp;quot;if you are looking for my monument of commemoration just look around you&amp;quot;. He designed and oversaw the construction of other 55 churches in London after the great fire, however, St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest accomplishment. I listen to every single one of te audios of stories, information and prayers and finished at about noon. Then I went with Ben and Christopher to the gardens of the church and after that we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I got back to the apartment, I fell asleep in my bed, which was absolutely unintended and not very ideal because later that night I couldn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My best advise to future students that come is to be completely booked of exciting stuff to do the first week so you don't have time to take naps and at the same time you don't complain about it. When I woke up from my nap I went downstairs to the common room and cooked dinner with Sofia. It was the first time I ever made chicken all by myself, but I didn't tell anyone about it because I knew it couldn't be hard at all. Little did I know, because the kitchen is in the basement of the flat, it lacks of ventilation and the aspirator was not enough so the fire alarm ended up going off several times while we were cooking. The first time we evacuated the building, the second time we were about to and it just stoped. By the third time it started to go off we decided to implement an alternative method of solution (see picture). The turnout was actually delicious and everyone enjoyed the seasoned chicken with steamed vegetables with cheese. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a great time at the [[Natural History Museum]]. The museum had 5 zones where I saw expositions of very interesting things such as Volcanoes, earthquakes, insects, dinosaurs, birds, sea creatures and many more. It made me think of all the magnificent wonders our world encloses and that we don't have to travel far to unravel the great mysteries of life on earth. I realized that there is the same amount of work exploring little things as minerals and insects, as it is to explore huge things like dinosaurs and distant planets. I love nature, and it never stops to amaze me with its perfect mechanism. Everything is here for a reason and everything that happens comes as a result of something else, like an infinite chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my team and I felt like we were done, we split into two groups, half of us went back to the flats while Ben and I stayed sitting at a cafe in the library enjoying the free wifi and comfortable chairs. We stayed there because we thought it would be more convenient than paying to use the tube to go to the apartments and then for going to St. George's church for the afternoon meeting. This under the belief that St. George's church was a 45 minute walk from the natural history museum. We worked on our articles and milestones and I called my mom because today is Mother's Day in Mexico. At five we started walking to Aubrey's street. It was a loooong walk, but it was also in a pretty fancy neighborhood so I didn't mind it much. When we finally got there two minutes before six, I was exhausted and hungry. Exhausted because Ben is a really fast walker and I had to keep up and hungry because we skipped dinner. To our surprise nobody was there, and the church seemed closed and empty. Then Ben said &amp;quot;let's try the back door&amp;quot; and we sneaked to a private back little garden with pretty benches and all kinds of flowers in small pots. I sat down and Ben pulled his phone out and as he was looking though it he goes, &amp;quot;oh&amp;quot;. We were in the wrong St. George's church. We were over an hour walk away from the right one and about 45 minutes by car. &amp;quot;We should tell professor Manzo&amp;quot; I said and he called him and said &amp;quot;we will be there in about half an hour, we will take the tube&amp;quot;. We walked for a bit and went through about eight stops in the tube until we finally arrived to the one closest to the actual meeting place. The meeting was almost done and after it we all walked back to the flats to leave our stuff and find somewhere to eat. Sofia and I got lost looking for a specific restaurant we wanted to go and is was a bit scary but we finally found it and it was totally worth it. The irony is that it was 6 minutes away from our flats and it took us about half an hour walking to find it. Still worth it though, still worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we went to [[The National Gallery]] and I was pretty excited for it, but I did not like it at all. I love art but I did not know about the paintings nor the painters there so it was like watching a movie for the first time but with no sound; you can kinda guess what it is about, but it is hard to enjoy the experience. So I went through it, I saw the paintings, I read some info but I wish I had a tour guide like in [[Westminster Abbey]] or an audio set like in [[St. Paul's Cathedral]] because that would have definitely made the difference. After going through the expositions, I went with Trinity to a cafe in the lower level and had the best banana bread I have ever had, which made the visit a little bit more worth it. Then Sofia met me there at noon and we went outside to take pictures. There we saw Peter and Chris and we walked together to a Chipotle nearby. After eating lunch, we split again and as the boys headed back to the flats, Sofi and I walked towards the Buckingham Palace. We went to like three different parks and took over a thousand pictures. We saw people marching, riding horses, biking, playing with there pets and feeding squirrels, ducks, geese, pigeons and even swans. It was a beautiful afternoon and we had walked about six kilometers from the apartment when it started raining. We took the bus back which also works with the Oyster card and we cooked dinner again for everyone. This night's menu was lettuce wraps with grilled chicken and angel hair, avocados and almonds. It is Sofia's favorite food and I can totally see why. After that we cleaned up and we had an emergency meeting because apparently something happened with some students regarding drugs and alcohol so V.J and Constance reminded us about all the rules we are to follow to keep ourselves safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I went to the [[British Museum]] and I am amazed by how great their collection is. They have things of all ages and from all over the world. Chris commented on how as they conquered new territories, they would bring back treasures to offer to the king. I loved to be able to go through most of the exhibitions. We learned a lot about Ancient Rome and Greece and they even had an exposition room dedicated to ancient Mexican civilizations. We walked the museum as a team and I think that made it more fun. We complemented the exposition with fun facts each of us knew about our areas of interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very happy this week is done though... It was amazing but also very tiring to be walking all over the city and pay attention to all the wonderful places we visited everyday. To then go somewhere and write about everything in the journals and then the daily articles. This week I created an article about [[Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden Powell of Gilwell]], [[St. Paul]], and I contributed to the existing articles of the [[British Museum]], [[The National Gallery]] and the [[Natural History Museum]] by adding sections to each one of them. This weekend I want to be able to work hard on my milestone background  because doing a daily article left me no time to work hard on it. Hopefully this weekend will be enough to get it completely done and go take pictures to the sites to start painting as soon as possible. The supplies are here and I can't wait to start using them. Being able to see London as a non tourist is exciting and I love that I have the opportunity to analyze and represent the reality of London citizens from different perspectives through my project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I felt pretty tired. But I woke up at nine, showered, did my laundry, made some soup and started working on my milestone resources right away. I found really interesting information and I know exactly what I have to do, I just have to start summarizing and writing the information. I really like my project, which makes it less painful to write about it, despite how much I dislike writing papers. In the afternoon, around three, Sofia and I walked to Nandos to have lunch. I love Nandos. When I was twelve years old, I went to the University of Cambridge to study for a summer and I remember gong to Nandos every single day. I became friends with everyone that worked there and they gave me free food all the time. After lunch I walked to Bedford Pl to dink tea with Professor Constance and discuss the progress I had made this week regarding to my milestone and the articles and journal entries. She is a historian, very kind and interesting to talk to. We had a great conversation and she gave me a book to use as a major resource for my background of the first milestone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left Professor Constance's flat around seven and took a bus to [[Trafalgar Square]]. I went there to listen to a concert in [[St. Martin in the Fields]] Church. It was [[Vivaldi]] Four Seasons by Candlelight. It was a lovely presentation of the Festive Orchestra of London directed by Catherine Manson and with Miki Takahashi in the violin. The music made me think on a lot of things. It was almost as if the melodies guided my thoughts. The ups and downs, the emphasis, the solos and the unions of all the individual melodies that together formed that masterpiece was an amazing experience. Sometimes the music was slow and peaceful and when you least expected it, it “exploded” and turned fast and almost chaotic, but still beautiful. It was almost an allegory to life itself. How life is a masterpiece with its ups and down and moments of peace and moments of chaos. How life, is just as enjoyable in all those situations and it is also a collaborative work between different melodies that represent every aspect of what makes us be the way we are. How, in that same way, sometime we may lean more towards one of these aspects, letting it playing a solo, but we shall always come back to the rest because that makes our lives more exciting. Some pieces in the performance were full of melancholy and some even brought me to tears. It is amazing how art can touch our innermost fibers and how specifically music is able to make our souls vibrate to the sound of its instruments. I very much enjoyed this concert, and though because of it I had to go back home alone at night, I am very happy I went.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I got up, showered and went to mass to St. Peter's Church. It was nice, I like that it is so close to our flats and then they offer many services on Sundays. Then I went for a walk with Sofia, we went through a path where we had never been before through a residential area. All the Apartments looked the same from the outside, it was almost copy paste and I say almost because they all differed in one thing. All the doors were of different and very bright colors. It was lovely. When we got hungry, we had lunch in a Pret a Manger, resisting the temptation of Five Guys that was just across the street. After that we went to a Starbucks and worked on our Milestone 1, which is due tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we met at 9:25am to walk to the [[Museum of London]], which took us less than expected and we arrived 12 minutes early. We ended up spending those 12 minutes and perhaps a couple more deciphering a small monument at the entrance of the museum, where the &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; where &amp;quot;f&amp;quot; or sometimes integral signs but with some exceptions. It was quite interesting, the monument was simulating to be a piece of paper with something written on it. It was a script written by [[John Wesley]], the founder of the Methodist Movement. We split as soon as we entered the museum; Ben went with Trinity and I went with Chris. It took us a little bit over an hour to of through it all and overall I think it is really interesting how a city has so much history revolving around it to fill the entirety of a museum. London has gone through such different ages, ideologies and rulers, always being one of the worlds most powerful and influential economies, that it is understandable how it has come to be today such an extraordinary place to visit and to live in. By the end of the museum there is a question the instantly popped into my mind, which is, what's next? How does the present contributes and what does the future hold for the marvelous city? Going through the exhibitions made me appreciate more being here, where so many great mind have contributed to science, music, philosophy, writing, architecture and man other disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did it! I went to bed at ten last night and woke up at seven this morning. I had breakfast and started working on my milestone. Sofia and Katherine did the same so the inside joke ended up being a good source of inspiration after all... Today my team had no museums to visit so it was a lot of working on the milestone and doing some research on the places that I will visit this week. I also did some exercise when I felt sleepy and it really did wake me up. I've been reading a lot from the two books I have and I find it really interesting how people dealt with living in the worst times for London. When diseases were spreading and they knew very little about how to treat them, when everything was filthy and fog was so dense mortality rates went up and still, people went on with their lives. They lived, progressed, grew, did art, did music, fell in love, worked hard and prospered to what it has become today. It really is the best time to be alive... and not because we have no problems, but because we are aware of them and people are acting. We are able to learn from the past and improve our future. It was overall a very productive morning, I was very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I didn't have any museum visits today, I bought tickets with Sofia to go to watch Wicked at seven thirty in the afternoon, but the theatre was quite far so we left the flats at five thirty and got there forty-five  minutes prior to the start of the performance to pick up our tickets. After that we had dinner at a Pret a Manger and I bought a meal for a homeless man that was there. I am amazed by the indifference of some people when another person asks just for food. I understand that I can't feed all the homeless in London, but it takes less from me than what it means to some of them to be able to eat that one meal I give up for them. The play was fun, we really enjoyed it, I feel it was that kind of thing that is just as enjoyable for kids as it is for adults. There was a phrase that really made me think, &amp;quot;The truth isn't a thing of fact or reason. It is simply what everyone agrees on&amp;quot;. This has been an issue since the beginning of time. What we call &amp;quot;true&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;fact&amp;quot; is as unstable as any belief. What is the truth? Is there even a truth? What I may believe to be true may not actually be the truth for someone else. And what was called &amp;quot;the truth&amp;quot; year ago is not accurate today. Though this was not the main message of the play, it stood up to me. I have been trying to better myself,  lately more than ever. I've been trying to not take things to heart, because the only one affected is me. This quote was like a reassurance of the same message; to not take things too seriously or get carried away by the social rules. Things are what they are and they... happen. it is on us to assign a value to them and if we are wise enough we shall do so to our advantage. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I arrived a bit late from the play, so I couldn't go to bed at the time I wanted to. Consequently, today I woke up at eight, took a shower and started heading out with my team to [[Tate Britain]]. We took the Tube because it was over an hour walk, however, when we got there we split up again, Trinity with Ben and Chris and I. This time it happened because we got distracted with the building of the National Security Agency that appears in all the James Bond movies. So we crossed the bridge, we took pictures and I took some shots from the Big Ben and the London Eye. We also walked beneath the bridge and we realized that the little tunnel is just like a scene in the Harry Potter movies, it was fun. It was raining, so after the pictures we walked to the museum. Chris and I had a lot of fun today, we definitely laughed a lot going through the expositions. Then I started joking around and he took some pictures of me in the museum. Some of those pictures came out really cool, others are just hilarious and I'm just glad we didn't get kicked out for being silly. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were done eating we went back to our flats. The ret of the day was pretty chill, I contributed to the article of the museum with a new section and read a little more of the book &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot;. Then I called my mom for about two hours and after that kept doing my article. When I felt like I was done I did some exercise and danced in my room. Sofia laughs at me when I do this, but it relaxes me to be silly, so I do it. I really enjoy talking to her, she is easy to open to and I believe we have a lot in common. We are Aplha Phi sisters, Latinas, smart, fun and hard working at the same time. Last night we had an awesome conversation and we had a lot of fun just in general. I am happy to have the chance to get to know her better this term because we will be living in the same house next year. So far, I've had a lot of fun with her, we also cook for each other and keep track of each other's locations when we're not together. We even got matching lunch boxes for ourselves. When I moved to the US one of the things that I missed the most is the kind of friendships I used to have back at home. American culture is so different, friendships are so awkward and even superficial at times. Latino culture places a lot of value in friendship, my mom always told me that friends are the family you get to choose for yourself and in a family everyone takes care of each other. My day ends by writing this article, it is already ten thirty and I can't believe how fast the day went by. It was a good day though, I felt really happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to the [[Victoria and Albert Museum]], I woke up relatively late so I did not eat anything at all. We took the tube on our way there and then had to make a huge line because, as usual, we got there before the museum was open. We went inside, walked around a bit and did not really enjoy it to be honest. Chris and I got tired pretty quickly so we took some pictures and notes for the articles and left. I told him I needed to go to Harrods to take some pictures for my milestone and he was down so we did. Harrods was just a couple of blocks away in the same street. We went inside and it was just a lot, since the second you step in, it feels like you walk into a movie, or a book. It feels unreal, everything is so luxurious, so expensive, and they sell everything you could possibly want. From a tomato to chocolate with gold, or really expensive clothing, or home decor, or sportswear; they even have a Disney store in there. The store has six floors full of things that an average human would have to sell a kidney to afford, still, it was full of costumers. We spent more time there than what we spent in the museum. We explored the store and admired the articles sold there. It was almost like looking at an exposition because some things were so different, so unique. I wonder how the lives of people that were buying there are, I wonder if their worries are the same as mine. I wonder if I will ever be able to become one of them. I wonder if most of them worked for what they have or just inherited the fortune. There was a sign in one of the top floors that said “Just spend 300 pounds and…”. What?! I don’t even remember the end of the sentence. I want to be able to do that someday, to be like “Oh yeah JUST 300 pounds” like an everyday thing. The main stairs in Harrods have an Egyptian art theme and cost 20 million pounds. Also, the decoration in the store changes with the seasons, it is like a modern art display that is never the same. I ended up buying some Adidas sneakers for my sister because I know she has been wanting a pair for a long time, and my parents only let me buy one pair because of how expensive they were, so I got them for her. We took the tube on the way back and then had lunch at EAT, which was just like a Pret a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah! So much happened today! I went to Tate Modern and on our way there it started raining. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need new sneakers for myself, because London rain has destroyed my blue converse. Also, Ben and Trinity walk so fast! Hahahaha or maybe I am just really slow and Chris feels bad for me… Anyways, the walk there was very nice in spite of the rain. I took pictures in the way there and we walked under the bridge on our way to Tate. The building looks like a former boat garage according to Chris. The expositions were really engaging, full of meaning and full of feeling. I saw one in which the artist built a map by making a collage of pictures taken in London, and then did the same with the city of San Francisco, California. It looked like so much work but it was so amazing too! I loved how they had interactive expositions, in which the way you enjoy the piece depends on you too and not only on the artist. For example, Chris built a tower with some wooden blocks and then destroyed it on top of a castle that was built by someone else, we recorded it at it was really fun. Another exposition I loved was one that involved 40 speakers each one with a recording of a single person singing and all together (in a circle), made one of the choral melodies of Thomas Tallis. I love his music and sometimes I listen to it while doing work, so this exposition was exquisite for me. After we felt we were done we went to the tenth floor of the building to get a magnificent view of the city. Chris commented on how amazing it was to see how far the city expands in all directions from [[Tate Modern]], we took some pictures of each other and bought some bread with chocolate inside and ate it up there. In the gift shop I bought three books; “How to walk”, “How to relax” and “How to love”, hopefully to expand my wisdom and reflect a little during the weekend. Since Sofia is leaving me tonight to go to France to visit a friend and Chris’s mom and sister are coming to visit this weekend I will be pretty lonely. So I might go to a park or a garden and read my books, perhaps drink some tea. I just want enjoy being in London and not think of all the work I have to do for a couple of hours. I feel like I  need it, which is why tonight I will not go to bed until I’m done with my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we went outside from Tate I was a bunch of giant bubbles floating around and I went running to them. It was so beautiful to see them floating above the Thames and all around the people walking by. Also, there was a boy singing and playing some covers of Ed Sheeran on his guitar. He was really good, and quite good looking as well. Consequently, there were a lot of teenage girls around him enjoying his music and the bubbles. When Chris caught up to where I was he commented on the demographics of the people attracted to the boy and I told him it was just because us girls appreciate more talent; we both laughed. I felt once again, extremely fortunate to be in London. I am in love with this city, so obsessed with the people, the atmosphere, even the rain, I think it is wonderful and I sing and dance on the streets all the time. After enjoying a few songs, we walked to Borough market, such a colorful, busy place. I got a taste of every single free sample offered to me and was not hungry by lunch time at all. Chris was pretty hungry though, so we bought some fish and chips from the place that is supposed to sell the best fish and chips in the whole country, according to some award. However, Chris and I agreed on that they were pretty average. On our way back I took great pictures of the Tower Bridge from the London Bridge. We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral and passed through the gardens, the roses there are not only gorgeous, but also smell wonderful. I had never in my life smelled anything similar to those roses. After that we entered some shops just to wander around and Chris ended up being some fake mustaches. As a personal social experiment, we put them on and walked through the streets of London with the mustaches on. The reactions of people were priceless! They could not help but smiling at us and you could tell some people tried to resist it but couldn’t. One man that was on a suit walking on the street just bursted laughing as soon as he saw us, his laugh made my day, and I’m sure we made his. Also some homeless people laughed at us and a woman in a wheelchair told us, “nice look, I like it” and smiled. Then a short, robust man that was frowning while crossing the street, couldn’t help smiling back as he passed us by. Even the construction workers that are making the building near the flats enjoyed our look. It was so great! I should do it more often, it is such an easy way to make people smile, and who doest need some silliness in their lives every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on my Milestone all day. I just really want to be done with it as soon as possible. I enjoy my topic but I don't like spending my days just working on this in the flat. I am in London and I would like to be wandering around more and having fun in places I want to go to. Instead, I am always working on my Milestone, and still I always feel like I am behind on schedule. I think of things I could be doing to have fun here but I always stop my train of thought to go back to work. I feel that the things that I have done to just have fun like going to parks, walking around the city, going to concerts and to plays are things I can't afford to do without sacrificing working time and consequently falling behind on schedule. Don't get me wrong, I am immensely happy to be in London, I just would like to have some more time to enjoy of the city without having to write an article about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same activity as last Sunday, same feeling as yesterday... I just need to find a way of putting the pictures from my camera to my computer and upload them to the wiki to be done with my Milestone 1. I feel relieved, more than actually happy. Still not ready to start all over again by doing Milestone 2. In the afternoon Mary and I walked to Trafalgar Square to listen to the Open Air BMW Concert of the London Symphony Orchestra (LSO) and honestly did not expect it to be as crowded as it was. Still, it was beautiful. The music so perfectly performed and with such precision and strength. Also it was a very beautiful sunny day today. Who doesn't enjoy of a free concert with such a nice climate. When we got there, we passed the first filter but not the second one so we had to limit ourselves to watch the performance through a screen with a los of other people. Soon after us they didn't let anyone else into that area anyways so it could have been worse. In the screen they kept focusing the pianist who played with a lot of passion every single one of the pieces; he moved and shook and turn red at times, always very focused in the piano. I love that this is posible here, to come to a free concert of the London Symphony Orchestra and that so many people are interested to attend. As a fun fact, the LSO has recorded the music for The Danish Girl, four of the Harry Potter movies, Superman and six of the original Star Wars movies. For this concert, they performed music of the composer Sergei Rachmaninov, whose hands were so big that they could stretch across 13 white notes on the piano (the average span is nine). The event was estimated for ten thousand people to attend and it was sponsored by BMW and the presenter announced that their goal was to bring classical music to the hearts of the people of London. It was not only for the classical music lovers but also for people that were listening it for the very first time. I thought that was a fantastic idea, I could see people of all ages there, I saw families, young couples, old couples, groups of friends and people that just went to enjoy the concert by themselves. There was a little boy dancing to the music with his brother that honestly made my day. I also saw people tearing, maybe recalling some memories with the music. It was fun to look at how each person enjoyed the music in a different way. I listened to most of the concert by myself and honestly I think I would have liked to have someone to share it with, someone that's could have enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;br /&gt;
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I did not like this concert as much as I likes Vivaldi though. That one felt more personal, as if the performers were playing just for me. I am really happy to be able to listen to more than just sound when I listen to music. I feel privileged to be touched and that some melodies evoke the most vivid emotions in me. I feel it as a complete experience, as such a magnificent way of expression, something that not only &amp;quot;not everyone can do&amp;quot; but also something that not everyone is able to appreciate. And it is such a shame, I feel bad for those that don't let themselves enjoy the journey of a good classical music concert. Anyways, when it was over Mary and I walked back home and made ourselves some dinner. At night I received really bad news from back home and it was impossible for me to be done with what I wanted to be done with for the day. However I am just really grateful for the friends I have and how willing they are to support me in rough times. Claire, Sebastian and Andre made my day and I love them. They made me realize that I'm not alone and how important their friendships are for me. Also that sometimes, you don't even ask for anything and people are just placed in the right place at the right time. Love might come from where you least expect it, but it will always come when you need it. I love how much I've been learning this summer, inside and outside of the London HUA Program.&lt;br /&gt;
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Officially so tired of Museums... hahahaha I don't know where to store more information about the history of the United Kingdom. I think I have received more information about historical events these past two weeks that I have in all of my school years. Today I woke up and did my makeup! For no particular reason, I just wanted to look pretty today. I went with my team to the [[Imperial War Museum]] (IWM) and we got there a little bit late because Chris thought is was somewhere it wasn't. He took us near the Churchill's War Rooms, the positive side of it is that we got to see a reversal of the National Guard from afar. I asked a policeman that was near and he explained that they are rehearsing for the parade that happens each year on the queen's birthday, which is the first week of June. Now I am really excited for that to happen. It will surely be quite an experience. We walked from there to the IWM and I think it is amazing how many artifacts are preserved in that place. There are enough to fill the five IWM that are in the UK, three of which are at London. After we were done walking through the exhibitions, Chris and I sat in the cafe and contributed on the Imperial War Museum article on the wiki. I wrote about the Model of the Royal Navy Battleship HMS Hercules that is displayed on level 0 in the World War I Galleries. It was a great thing for sure, so much engineering everywhere. There were signs everywhere about &amp;quot;Fighting for Peace&amp;quot; and it just made me think about the irony contained in that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up to a lot of missed calls of my friends from back home because they heard of the bombing in the Ariana Grande Concert in Manchester and they were worried about me. 19 people died and there are about 56 injured from a suicide bomber terrorist attack. Terrorist attacks are so scary, so sporadic, so random. There is no way to prepare for it or way to avoid it, you're kinda just living your life until it hits you. But anyways, back to the activity; it was such a long way to the [[Horniman Museum]] and Gardens. We took two busses and in both we sat at the top front of it. I love the double deckers. They let me see the city as if I was looking at a show, from a different level, a different perspective. When we got there we saw an exhibition of directed animals and, woah, nature is so amazing. After that we went outside and Chris and I wandered around the beautiful gardens and we saw a great variety of birds and bugs and we climbed trees and ran through the fields and we also saw some rams, sheep, goats and alpacas. It was a beautiful day too, perfect day to spend out in the gardens. There are some spots where you can see the whole city and the view is worth admiring. The place was also packed with little kids and I love how happy they looked, they were laughing and running around and sob were we. After that, Chris and I went to the cafeteria and ate some brownies, muffins and ice cream while we were doing our articles in our laptops. Then we took the bus back and we had a really nice conversation on the way back, which was a long way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The way to our destination was a little longer than what we expected it to, well, at least it was for Sofia, Chris and I. It all started when almost arriving at Farringdon Station I asked Chris, &amp;quot;You bought your ticket right?&amp;quot;. At first I thought he was joking but then he started running back to the flat... I couldn't leave him so Sofia and I stayed and waited for me as the others boarded the train to [[Hampton Court Palace]]. When he came back, Sofia was guiding us and we boarded a train she told us to. Little did we know that train was on its way to Bedford and took us way south. When we realized we went down a a station that was an hour away from our destination. Then Chris took the lead and we changed platform to talk to one of the workers if the train that was about to leave was the one we should take. But the worker ignored us and blew his whistle as he signaled &amp;quot;all clear&amp;quot; to another worker. Then the train started beeping and Chris ran through the door, without even thinking about it I jumped in after him having the train's doors closing behind me and in front of Sofia. The train ws starting to move away from the station and away from her... &amp;quot;Oh my god&amp;quot; was all I was saying as Chris was calming me down. As I later talked to her through the phone she told us that the worker had told her that we were not in the right train. &amp;quot;Its ok, we'll go down in the next stop and figure it out from there&amp;quot;..... What?! The next stop was to the other side of the Thames, Blackfriars Station which was the one right before Farringdon. Long story short it took us another hour to get to Hampton Court Palace from Blackfriars Bridge. It was quite an adventure, quite a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hampton Court Palace was beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely. I know quite a few facts about King Henry VIII so I very much enjoyed the &amp;quot;museum&amp;quot; side of that place. Very interesting and intriguing story, once you start to pay attention to the history about the Tudors it is impossible not to, as Professor Constance would say &amp;quot;Drown in Tudor waters&amp;quot;. But my favorite part of that place were definitely the gardens. We took lots of lovely pictures there and I am in love with every single one of them. We had a lot of fun despite our little inconvenience at the beginning and also because of it, e were the last to leave. Right before that, we ran through the gardens, lay by the shade of the trees, had lunch in the palace, smelled the perfume of the rose garden, saw ducks, geese, swans and deer and ran through the maze of the castle. &lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly this was the best planned museum of the week. The [[Museum of London Docklands]] is set in such a creative way and it has costumes for you to wear in almost each exposition and also fun activities to do like painting and building things. Alright, maybe all those cool things were actually meant for kids but I will just say it was the best part of the museum for me. I love having fun as a little kid, and being silly and laugh and smile and making strangers laugh at my silliness. The museum was amazing, but I feel like every museum I go to it just becomes more and more difficult for me to enjoy the next ones. It is so much information already!!! Bt there is no greater gift than knowledge and wisdom, so even though I may feel a bit tired, I a mostly grateful. Today I was really happy, I was joking around and singing and dancing all the way to the museum and back. People often tell me I am &amp;quot;extra&amp;quot; and honestly I take that description with pride. I love being called extra, because that is exactly what I strive to do in every way. I want to put an extra effort, do more, help more, love more, laugh more, enjoy more, in general I want to live more. After the museum, Chris and I met Sofia at Nando's and we had a lovely lunch together. After that we went back to the flat and I worked on my article as Sofia packed for the weekend. I will visit some family friends at Bedford but I'm leaving until tomorrow. I will have time to go to other countries once the term is over and I see my parents and little sister. I miss them so much, specially my little sister, she is a little spark of joy in my life. She has always been and I am very inspired by her and her wisdom, despite her young age. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, at eleven o clock, and got dressed. The flat was so quiet, almost everyone was already gone. Actually, I thought I was all by myself until I went down to make myself something to eat. Nicole told me that she was going to stay in the flat all through the weekend. After I ate, I packed and listened to some music, some Ted talks and some poetry. At four thirty I walked to St. Pancras International Station and it look me way less than I thought. I am glad I walked because in the way there I saw two car accidents and a huge traffic jam. When I got there I bought my ticket and went to Starbucks to wait for my uncle to arrive. He works in London and goes back to Bedford every day, so I met him on the station and the my aunt picked us up when we arrived. They had a barbecue in their house and invited some friends, the food was good and the people were really nice. We had a great time, telling jokes and anecdotes and playing some cricket. Later, when it was darker, we made a fire and we sat around it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up and went to Cambridge. I studied English there when I was thirteen years old, I stayed there for two months by myself. Still today I think that was one one of the best summer experiences I've had in my life. I learned so much and grew so much, I feel it was more than an academic growth, an eye opener. It was the first time I got the chance to interact with people from all over the world, all in one place, same age. Going back there today felt nice, I ate in Nando's and then walk around in the market and the stores. For dinner I made pasta and garlic bread for everyone and it was really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up early today to go to mass at eight and I realized that the church almost only had very old people going to mass. After that, I came back, had breakfast, changed into sportswear and went for a walk around Bedford. It was such a nice walk, the sun was out and there was a fresh wind blowing. I walked by the river for a while and saw a lot of beautiful swans and ducks, lots of them. When I came back I took a long and nice shower and got dressed because we were going to a barbecue at the house of my uncle's friends because their eldest son was turning eighteen. They are cubans, so latino music was playing most of the time, I got to talk to some guys my age, which was nice and the food was delicious and abundant. I had fun and then when it was over, we walked back to the house and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up pretty late, and worked on my journals for the weekend and on my first milestone. I think I am pretty much done with it, but tomorrow I will talk to the advisors and see what they think about it. I need to work hard on the second one this week to also have it done and start paining as soon as possible. I think I will have a lot of fun doing that. I came back to the flat at around and I bought tickets for the Secret Cinema, I will be going with Sofia on the 7th and I couldn't be more excited! We're children of the revolution, and my character is a poet, which is super cool. The theme is Moulin Rouge and as Sofia had not seen the movie, we started watching it before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia and I woke up at eight and went for a walk, we found a lovely coffee shop that was full of books and we had breakfast there. Then we went to an Oxfam shop and bought out outfits for the Secret Cinema. It was very fun to shop there, they had really old things and it was really cheap too. After that we walked around and entered expensive shops that we obviously can't afford just to look at things we really want but can't have, quite sad right? After our session of self torture, we walked to St. Martin in the Fields and listened to a free lunchtime concert of classical music. It was fuller than I expected it to be, but still lovely. In Trafalgar Square there was a huge crowd of Nigerian people waving their flags and dancing to some music that was playing. It was a patriotic display in memory of Biafran martyrs. As we walked by the National Gallery I saw a sign of a library and we followed it and found a really nice place to work on our milestones where we could access and even borrow about 20 books at a time. We don't plan on taking them home though, because we both agree we are way more productive working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it was not as productive as I would have wanted it to be in terms of progress within my milestone, however, I did my budget for this month and it is the first time I have ever done that so it was really cool. I felt like such a grownup and I realized I have spent a lot of money on food, which I partially regret. This is a great learning experience and it is getting me ready for next year when I will not be living in the dorms anymore. On our way to the meeting today, Sofia and I took the 55 bus to the opposite way and took us a little to realize so we got 25 minutes late to the meeting, which was not ideal. On our way back we shopped some groceries and made dinner. Then I finished some work for my first Milestone and replied to some emails before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woah, today was so much fun! Sofia and I woke up early and got ready for the day because we were going to the same place today. We met the rest of my team plus Sam at 9:30 and we started heading over to the [[London Science Museum]] As usual we split up as soon as we got there, but this time we were four; Sofia, Chris, Sam and I. We walked through the lower expositions and the things we saw there were amazing, Then I found some stairs and decided to go explore. The upper levels of the museum are like a gigantic free arcade. Instead of giving you pictures to look at and information to read, it is full of interactive screens and mini games, each with its own story set to teach the player the topics of each exhibition. It is genius! I loved it so much and we all spent quite a while just playing in the different floors of the museum. When ew were done, we went to the gift shop and it was as cool as any other exposition, however, the only purchase was an &amp;quot;astronauts ice cream&amp;quot; that the boys bought which was like an ice cream sandwich shaped cookie that dissolved in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
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After our adventures in the museum, we went to the statue of Saint Augustin and decided to go to the nearest convenience store and have a picnic at the park. So we walked a couple of blocks through a very fancy neighborhood with really fancy cars parked outside until we got to a street with several restaurants and other stores. We bought two pizzas and some snacks and walked to Hyde park. The weather was so nice; sunny with a fresh breeze that made the trees dance. We ate and chatted for a bit and then we proceeded to explore the rest of the park. Our plan was to chill at the Princess Diana's memorial but when we got there it was full of little kids running around and playing in the water. So we sat in a cafe nearby and worked on our journals, articles and milestones. After that we walked to Harrods and explored the store again because Sofia and Sam had never been there before and I just love that place.It was fun to walk around that expensive store, plus, every time I go I feel like I discover a new room where I had not been before. This time it was the &amp;quot;millionaire's gallery&amp;quot; with all kinds of things framed and signed by famous people in politics, sports and art. It amazes me how much people are willing to pay for an autograph, it is insane. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we left Harrods, we took the tube to the Piccadilly Circus and took some picture there, to me, it looks like a mini version of Broadway, smaller but just as crowded. Then, to complete our list of 50 things to do in London, we took the tube to Liverpool Street to go to a secret bar hidden behind a refrigerator door in a restaurant called &amp;quot;The Breakfast Club&amp;quot;. We got there and Sofia told me &amp;quot;You do the talking&amp;quot; and a waiter came and asked me &amp;quot;What may I help you with today?&amp;quot; I glanced at the restaurant and it looked almost absolutely empty. &amp;quot;We sat to go to the bar&amp;quot; I said, then he looked at me with a puzzled face and said &amp;quot;What? excuse me what bar are you talking about?&amp;quot; and I said &amp;quot;the bar behind the that refrigerator&amp;quot;. I don't know how he could keep a straight face but he didn't let us in until I said the name f the bar which appeared to be the password to enter. The name of the bar is &amp;quot;The Major of Scaredy Cat Town&amp;quot;. When we went through the refrigerator and downstairs, the bar was completely packed. We ordered standing and then we were bitted at a table in the corner of the bar. We ate some wings and nachos and talked for a bit until we decided it was time to go back home. The day was amazing, from the science museum, to the picnic at the park, to Harrods, to the Piccadilly Circus, to the secret pub. It was full of fun and a lot of walking and I want more days like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was incredibly productive! I woke up at seven and finished my journal from yesterday and worked on my articles. Then I had breakfast, showered and met my team at 9:30 to go to [[The Wallace Collection]]. It was interesting to go there, we walked around for a while and then worked on journals and articles. Sofia and I worked together on all the West Galleries and West Rooms and some other rooms such as the Boudoir and gave proper format to the rest of the article. We did so many contributions to the wiki and we worked really fast because we did it together. Also we started talking to one of the ladies there in the museum and she told us the story of the place. It used to be a house where four generations of a very rich and renown family lived. Four males inherited the house with all the collections, however the last one has and illegitimate son who didn't get his last name. That man was Mr. Wallace who married a lovely lady but died childless. When his widow felt her time was near she made the proper arrangements to give the house and the collection to the British Nation under some conditions. The house must remain with all the original items of the collection and they shall not be mixed with any other collections, so the Museum will always remain the same and it shall be free of charge. Finally the collection was to be named under her husband's name and not under the other four generation's name. I thought it was a very interesting story and I'm glad she shared it with us. It is also almost unimaginable to thing that people lived in a house with so many rooms and such expensive items in each one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today Sofia woke me up at seven in the morning, and I took a long and nice shower and started working. I completed my journals and then did some research for my second Milestone because I have not finished it. Then at ten we headed to the Westminster Reference Library, however, we stopped at an Oxfam so Sofia could buy his outfit for the secret cinema. After that we bought some food for later at Salisbury. I bought curry chicken with rice and honestly just hoped for the best. Then as we walked to the library we saw an  M&amp;amp;Ms World Store and Sofia asked if we could please go inside, so we did. I was kind of worried I was not going to have enough time to work but going into the store ended up inspiring us to choose color schemes for our paintings based on the combinations of colors in the M&amp;amp;Ms. So we took pictures and then we finally got to the library and worked there until itwe were hungry. I finished the part of the Milestone about Charles Dickens and felt really glad and relieved about it. Then we went to St. Martin in the Fields to use the toilets and eat. The curry chicken ended up being way more delicious than I expected. After that, we used the internet in St. Martin to load the map to the globe theatre and we headed out. on our way to the station, however, we made a few stops in a couple of stores and I bought a birthday present for Chris and a gift for my mother. Going to the Globe was probably the hardest thing we did today, yeah, harder than the Milestone... even harder than having to use public toilets! We had no clue how to get to the Thames river from St. Paul's, and we needed to cross it through the Millennial bridge to get to the Globe. Oh, and it was raining. When we finally found the way towards the Thames, we had to go through a really sketchy way under a tunnel and then realized that the stairs to go over the tunnel were closed because the walk way had fallen. So we had to keep walking parallel to the Thames for a while until we got to the bridge to the other side of the Globe. When we finally got to the entrance and got our backpacks checked, it took me like fifteen minutes to find my ticket... still under the rain. We had standing tickets, so we were supposed to watch the whole play standing in the rain, however, Sofia and I know better so we stood on the right side, under the roof where we were able to watch the scenario and stay perfectly dry. It was still pretty cold outside though, and the play was two hours long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Woke up early, did my make up and got ready for the fantastic day ahead. I love to have the opportunity to visit a place so full of mystery and &amp;quot;magic&amp;quot;. We were all worried to be late, because Professor Manzo said that whoever got there after 8:30 would be left behind and the rest would depart without him or her. Ironically, professor Manzo and Professor Constance were the last to arrive. The tour guide was really good and really funny. Also he made a good effort to remember all of our names so that definitely made the trip there way better. During the day we went to Stonehenge, Bath and Lockhart. I learned that the druids were not the ones to make Stonehenge, unlike common belief. The rocks there were put five thousand years ago. They were already here even before Jesus was! Three thousand years before him indeed! That is almost unbelievable! It was really rainy, windy and cold, but that didn't keep Sofia and I from taking great pictures of each other. We spent almost a whole hour doing so, and the rest just wandering around the very expensive gift shop. Bath was alright, we barely had time to eat, I  did not like my food and then we did a walking tour. The tour guide started talking about the Tudors and it was funny to realize I knew a bit more than him about the story of his country. He gave some facts wrong like saying that king Henry VIII asked Cromwell to make his marriage to Catherine of Aragon invalid. He actually asked the cardinal Thomas Wolsey, and killed him after he failed. Apart from that I enjoyed the tour guide's stories. There're natural springs in bath, however, if you try to bath in them you're likely to die because of the sulphuric gasses that come out and the many bacteria that proliferate in the environment. I saw several homeless people in the city, and I can't hep but to feel sad every time, I wish I could do so much for them. After Bath, we went to a &amp;quot;secret place&amp;quot; were Godricks Hollow was filmed in the Harry Potter movies. So we looked at the church, at &amp;quot;Harry's house&amp;quot; and we walked around for a little bit before heading back to London. We arrived at eight and we went directly to Nando's to celebrate Chris's birthday that is tomorrow. We stayed there until eleven and we had lots of fun chatting and eating some peri peri. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I almost couldn't sleep because of the train seats... they're so uncomfortable... I would wake up and change positions every couple of minutes because one of my limbs would go numb. Anyways, we are in Scotland!!! We got here at seven in the morning and we walked around through the gardens near the station and took pictures with &amp;quot;the important monument&amp;quot; which we later realized is in honor to Sir Walter Scott. Then we went to the hostal to leave my luggage and it seemed way better than the pictures online. Also, it was really cheap; it's name is Safe Stay and it is located near the Mile which is also absolutely convenient. The Mile is the Main Street in Edinburg and it is actually longer than a mile. We walked around and had breakfast in a great place. Sofia and Emily got waffles and I got a baguette, it was delicious and gave us energy to keep going. We went to a free tour and it was really interesting to know a little it of the history of ancient kings and queens which, just as in England, it was full of drama. The tour guide also talked about Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling. Turns out she got a lot of ideas from things that actually exist in Edinburg. Some names from the cemetery and the four houses from a school that is right next to the cemetery, that have the exact same colors as the houses from Hogwarts. Even the Quiddich stadium was inspired by a structure put right next to the Edinburg castle. When we got hungry it was really hard to find a place to eat, because Sofia is 17 and you have to show your ID before sitting at any pub in the city. You can't even just eat and drink nothing but water there, it is simply not allowed and they're very strict about it. After we ate , we went up the &amp;quot;important monument&amp;quot; and woah! there were not only a lot of stairs, but also they were extremely tight. The view was worth it though. We got to see all of the city and even the sea on one side and the mountains on the other. By the end of the day we hiked up to Calton Hill and had dinner there. We ought some fruit, sandwiches, juice and wine and watched the beautiful sunset from there. We also took lots and lots of pictures (of course) and then we walked back to the hostel. Sofia says that she wants to live in here someday, she is obsessed with the city and fingerling because of a series she watches named &amp;quot;Reign&amp;quot; that is set here.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got there a bit late but it ended up working out perfectly because we saw the change of guards from the font row. We took lots of beautiful pictures and I fan-girled with all the Tudor stuff. Like WOAH!!! I stood over Henry VIII and Jane Seymour and I took a picture with the tomb of the Duke of Suffolk who was also one of King Henry's bffs. It was amazing and the views were majestic. I loved the castle and Mary's dollhouse was truly a work of art. It is a shame we could not take pictures in the apartments though but it is understandable I guess. y the end we met a Chinese woman that did not speak English at all but took amazing pictures of Sofia and I. We communicated through hand signals and she told people to move away from the background of our picture. She was so nice and sweet when we said goodbye we hugged her. So adorable, so nice, these people are like chicken soups for my soul. After that, we went to Nando's and then back to London to make it to the meeting at the Library.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that we choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. Kristy has gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college, while Sofia, as a future architectural engineer is able to provide insight from a different perspective, also having taken painting lessons since a very young age. This project combines our favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message that we wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The title of this Milestone was chosen to be &amp;quot;Adding Pigment&amp;quot; as for every person that goes through London is not only influenced by it and its weather as seen in [[Colourless London]], but at the same time, they leave a piece of them that adds to the beauty of this city. In the same way as they take inspiration from the amazing stories London has to tell, they create a new chapter, and if they do it well, a really good one. Each artist presented in the background of this Milestone was chosen because of their irrefutable relevance to the history of London in the artistic side. In the background, we present the way in which different situations they lived conducted them to become some of the most influential and inspiring individuals the streets of London have ever seen. Likewise, each artist is known to have revolutionized in some way their field &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the existing base of knowledge and techniques. From the fields of Painting, Literature and Architecture, we chose a set of six artists divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the Past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the Present&amp;quot; to, in some way, categorize them by periods and let the readers draw conclusions about the similar traits in their work. Inspired by these great minds, we leave in the deliverable our own works of art painting the same sites where pictures were taken for Colourless London, choosing a specific picture for each one and &amp;quot;replicating it&amp;quot; in some way with acrylic paintings, just the way David Hockey used to do with his photography. The difference, however, is that we aim to emphasize the contrast between the gray color palette seen in the pictures that characterizes London and the use of color in our paintings that represents our perspective of the city. In this way we seek to add pigment to the scenery in a literal and metaphorical way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Despite the widespread social anxiety caused by the fog, many artists found in it a source of inspiration from a wide broad of perspectives. For some, fog represented a looming presence, alive and malignant.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: BELKNAP HARVARD. pp 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote from &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot; by Corton perfectly exemplifies the way in which some people used too feel about the fog, however, for some other many artists, the fog could be seen as magical or even romantic. The same thing could be seen from very different perspectives and used for many different purposes. The fog could be used by robbers to easily disappear after their theft and the same fog could also be used by artists like Monet to show the world the beauty of a city like London. Likewise the fog could be the source of sickness and depression or could also be the source of motivation and inspiration, giving a person's mind the push needed to boost their creativity. Just like that, the city of London has been the source of inspiration and spectator of some of the greatest minds the world has seen. From painters to writers to architects, London has evoked many &amp;quot;shades of feelings&amp;quot; that have driven locals and foreigners to accomplish great things. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a city immersed in its own history, London has seen a lot happening through its streets, and by digging in the past, it is easy to find a more gloomy, mysterious and heavy perspective of the fog, enraptured in all kinds of art. The following representatives were chosen because of their imminent and irrefutable success in their disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Monet===&lt;br /&gt;
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Claude Monet was a French artist of the Impressionist movement. He was actually so influential to this movement that it was named after one of his paintings called ''Impression, Sunrise''. The painting was named like that because, as stated in the book &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot; by House, &amp;quot;you can only see an impression of the sunrise and the person in it because he changed a lot his subjects and how he depicted them&amp;quot;.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;The the viewer has to analyze, assume and connect the dots to figure out the purpose of the painting. This was not exactly abstract art but it was definitely different from any sort of traditional art at that time. Monet was a revolutionary and the complexity of his works continues to amaze the most demanding art critics and attract collectors from all over the globe. Unlike many other famous artists, when Monet started, he had no prior knowledge of art techniques, which may have been the cause of him developing his own. However, he was surely inspired by many other artists before him. Today Monet is one of the best-known artists in the world. In the creation of his own style, his purpose was to overcome the tradition of detailed works of art and use intense brushstrokes to create an impression of a painting. According to his biography, &amp;quot;Monet by himself&amp;quot;, he started painting in Paris many scenes of the Seine river as well as impressions of landscapes of the place he lived in at different times of the day. This specific trait defines his work, because this technique was not only very useful for practice, but also allowed the viewer to perceive the scene from different perspectives of the same place and by the same artist as he played with the changes in light. We can clearly see this technique in one of his biggest collections of paintings; Water Lilies, that he painted when he was living in Givenchy. Monet moved a lot during his life mainly within France, however, during the Franco-Prussian War, he moved to London for two years. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Monet, C., &amp;amp; Kendall, R. (2003). Monet by Himself: Paintings, drawings, pastels, letters. Boston: Little, Brown, Chapter 1. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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During his time in London, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the captivating inspiration that emerged from the city's mesmerizing views. Using his technique, he painted many of its landscapes and buildings at different times of the day, as he was known for. He painted many views from the Thames, including Parliament and Westminster and even though it was only for a short period of time, his time in London marked his artistic career. In the book &amp;quot;London Fog, Christine Corton states: &amp;quot; His short stay in London resulted in the largest series of paintings that he had yet produced.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 182. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Monet, as many other artists, admired the London fog and its presence in his paintings was not only evident, but often even highlighted. The fog gave his paintings some sort of uniqueness and contributed to his Impressionism. As Christine Corton said in her book ''London Fog'' Monet commented &amp;quot; Without the fog, London wouldn't be a beautiful city... It's the fog that gives it it's magnificent breadth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 184. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This was a very outlandish way of viewing one of the nation's greatest struggle, but once again, he was a revolutionary. He was most likely intrigued by the fog as it went alongside his style and it was in such an abundance he had never seen before. There was probably not another city in the world that united the large amounts of fog and the astonishing man-made landscapes that were also full of meaning and history. In his paintings, he portrays the fog as part of the landscape or the impression of the landscape, which gave him great popularity due to his creativity and the originality of his works. In that time, there was certainly no other painter like Monet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet he did not paint with a lot of details, he created his works in such a way in which any Londoner would recognize the setting of his paintings. In addition to this, as he painted the same scene in different times of the day, he changed the colors to illustrate the different light patterns. The &amp;quot;special touch&amp;quot; or as we call it in this milestone &amp;quot;pigment&amp;quot; Monet added to his field was his originality and how even though he painted the same scene many times, each painting was unique. As posted in the official webpage of the National Gallery, in Monet's paintings &amp;quot;distance and perspective are abolished; a limitless expanse of water occupies our entire field of vision.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/claude-monet-water-lilies &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His paintings portrayed the idea of constant change and the beauty of it, in House's book, &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot;, he explains how Monet worried a lot about &amp;quot;the ever-changing environment and the effects of light in his paintings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even though it was the same landscape, this technique allowed the viewer imagine that it was a completely different environment. He focused a lot on the effects of light of the painting and used a distinct color palette for each painting. This different use of light and color provided him the irrefutable fame he keeps until today, when his biography is now studied at schools and his techniques are implemented by artists all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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Charles Dickens was part of a huge family, being born the second of eight children on 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His parents named him Charles John Huffam Dickens and even though many people have heard about him and his work, not everyone knows about his middle names because he decided never to use them and e simply known as Charles Dickens. Even though he was raised with high aspirations of himself, it is almost impossible for him to have imagined the reach of his literary work in later years and how much his early life would influence him in the future. He was in London for the first time at the age of three because of his father's work. Although most people are unaware at such an early age, it is believed that he &amp;quot;absorbed the sights, smells and sounds of the City&amp;quot; according to his biography in the official Dickens London Tours.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As in any big family, money issues started to arise, however, that did not stop them from being happy in the early days. Nevertheless, it became a real problem for Charles when he was twelve, as his father was imprisoned for debt. To help with the family needs, Charles was forced to leave school and start working. We can easily infer that he did not make much money as a twelve year old, and that having his childhood taken away from him because of his parents mistakes left him very unhappy. For it was not his fault at all that his father was imprisoned, but yet he had to pay for his mistakes. This caused him great suffering but he sacrificed himself to help his family. As his biography by Biography.com Editors mentions, &amp;quot;He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he had no clue back then, this situation gave him the freedom to explore the streets and corners of London. He got to know every secret the city had, and by paying close attention to his surroundings he was able to get to know it &amp;quot;like the back of his hand&amp;quot;. However, Dickens is credited with a passion for London and according to Michael and Mollie Hardwick in their book Dickens's England, &amp;quot;he entertained no such thing&amp;quot;. For he grew up in the streets of London and this was not by choice, which allowed him to &amp;quot;greedily observe and absorb the city&amp;quot; getting to know it with &amp;quot;extensive and peculiar knowledge&amp;quot; as said by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, &amp;quot;but not loving it&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hardwick, M., &amp;amp; Hardwick, M. (1970). Dickens's England. London: Dent&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Despite this, it was not all bad for young Charles, because living as an adult while being a child also must have formed his character from a very early age and force him to mature and above all... think. Then according to a biography posted by BBC, for a short period of time he was able to go back to school when his father received and inheritance and was let free. However, his freedom lasted for a short period of time, as by the age of fifteen the biography in BBC's official website tells that he got a job as an office boy to help out his family again. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; BBC . (n.d.). History - Charles Dickens. Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Maybe this was not what he would have wanted for himself but this job propelled his writing career. His career began as a journalist for a local news paper, as many other authors. This job also allowed him to get to know a lot of people and start building a network of contacts that would allow him to keep escalating up in his career. Even back then he could infer the importance of &amp;quot;knowing people&amp;quot; so he did and soon he started getting better and better jobs still as a journalist, collaborating also with other artists to create material for the press. He started publishing monthly parts of what he called &amp;quot;The Pickwick Papers&amp;quot; in the newspaper and it was a massive success. By this time, Charles's personal life was also going very well, as in 1836 he married Catherine Hogarth, who would give him the great gift of parenthood about a year after. Charles gave his name to his first son with Catherine Hogarth, who would give him another nine children.&lt;br /&gt;
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After his first great success, he started to write nonstop and still with great quality, style and attention to detail. Very few people know London as he did, which allowed him to be the voice of the city itself. He had a very special way of writing about London granted by the events he went through in his childhood to what he also added his own touch. His increasing popularity allowed him to travel the world with his wife and even live in different places with her. However, he never took traveling as a vacation, for he continued to write and publish during these periods of time as if his travels only inspired him more and more instead off exhausting him. He was also, in general, a very nice person as he helped to found &amp;quot;The Guild of Literature and Arts&amp;quot; which was an organization that helped young artists struggling to make it through by presenting plays to the public. As he has once struggled in his life he probably founded this to help other fellow artists struggle a little bit less as they started to build their career just like he did. In addition to this, he also often performed as a character in the plays presented by that organization. Close to the end of his life, Dickens separated from his wife and started to see his children less. In the biography of Charles Dickens posted in the official website of the Dickens London Tours, Charles's daughter Kate recalled, &amp;quot;My father was like a madman… He did not care a damn what happened to any of us. Nothing could surpass the misery and unhappiness of our house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also according to that same biography, rumors spread about Charles Dickens's marriage ending because he was having an affair with his sister-in-law Georgina Hogarth. Dickens died at the age of 58 in England and was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. The most amazing thing about his unique perspective of London is the way despite all the struggles his life brought to him, he never stopped writing. And this is proven by the fact that by the time of his death he left his final novel &amp;quot;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&amp;quot; unfinished. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Charles Dickens is taught in schools all around the world as one of the main characters of English Literature, and he became himself a source of inspiration immediately linked to London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinniswood said in his book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile&amp;quot; that Christopher Wren &amp;quot;was the greatest architect Britain has ever known&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; London and its skyline wouldn't be as we know them nowadays if it wasn't for Sir Cristopher Wren and his irrefutable talent and hard work. In the year 1666, London was struck by a great tragedy that destroyed the majority of the city. This incident started as an honest mistake in a bakery shop. The Great Fire of London demolished many buildings in London including the greatest buildings. These buildings were not made of wood but when the rock was heated, it exploded. After this enormous catastrophe, Sir Christopher Wren was given the urgent task of reconstructing many churches. St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest work with his design of the dome. St. Paul was above all the work of his life, not only because of the magnitude of the project but also because of how much time he devoted to it. You can see this dome from various views from different angles of the city. Each angle shows the magnificent glory of its design, however, my personal favorite is from across the Millennium Bridge. This Cathedral is one of the most visited landmarks in the city because everyone wants to appreciate the design not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wren designed and reconstructed this building to wonder everyone that seeks to appreciate it today.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As incredible as it may sound, the architect that designed the majestic dome in St. Paul's Cathedral was also a skilled scientist with several other talents that were all probably useful in some way during the process of designing and building the cathedral. As Lisa Jardine said in her book about Wren called ''On a grander scale: The outstanding life of Sir Christopher Wren'':  &amp;quot;Wren was a versatile genius who could have pursued a number of brilliant careers with equal virtuosity. A mathematical prodigy, an accomplished astronomer, a skillful anatomist, and a founder of the Royal Society&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, Wren was a genius. He started his career as a scientist and graduated from Oxford University, which fills the institution with pride and they ensure it is widely known. Sir Christopher Wren was very knowledgeable and his most intimate friends were also renown scientists, brilliant people responsible for the greatest accomplishments in a wide variety of fields. This is proven by the text written on the cover of the book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile: A life of Cristopher Wren&amp;quot; by Tinniswood and Graham: &amp;quot;Wren's famous research in science included: mapping the moon and the stars, investigating the problem of longitude and the rings of Saturn, and carrying out groundbreaking experiments into the circulation of the blood.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And not only did he make his own research but also collaborated with his fellow scientists' work as stated by the author Lisa Jardine: &amp;quot;His observations on comments, meteorology, and muscular action made vital contributions to the developing ideas of Newton, Halley and Boyle.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, just as in Dickens's case, his network helped him escalate in his career, getting to know many important people of his time. As supported in the book &amp;quot;Wren&amp;quot; by Margaret  Whinney, &amp;quot;His connection to the Royal Society brought him into personal touch the King. He mapped moons and the trajectories of comets for kings and lived and worked under six monarchs.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Whinney, M. (1971). Wren. London: Thames &amp;amp; Hudson. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As it is easy to assume, back then, it was extremely important to have contact with the King, it opened an infinite amount of doors sometimes without the need of even knocking. Wren's career as an architect succeeded mainly because of this connection with royal people, as when he was appointed to rebuild the city after The great Fire of London, he ended up building approximately 50 churches. And as everyone was delighted with the course of his work, Wren also worked at Hampton Court Palace rebuilding the south view.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is important to emphasize as well how amazing it was that he succeeded in the field of architecture without any previous knowledge about it, making it up with the knowledge he had of other fields such as math. He is the greatest example of how, with hard work and the right connections, there is nothing unachievable. He must have had outstanding observation skills and was probably inspired by a couple of architects of his time. Little did he know he was to become an architect that would continue to inspire many, even centuries after his death. Also, as he succeeded in architecture, he never forgot his passion for science as many of this buildings had scientific purposes that very few people know about. It is easy to admire the magnificence of his buildings but as you pay close attention to the details he worked on for each one of them, it is impossible not to be filled with great astonishment. For example, as Lisa Jardine also explained in her book: &amp;quot;The Monument of the Great Fire of London was built with a subterranean laboratory and the southwest tower of St Paul's was used as a vertical telescope during its construction. Both were designed to function simultaneously as public monuments and as oversize scientific instruments.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; When we think about Sir Christopher Wren's contributions to the history of London it is like every church he made was &amp;quot;a stroke of his brush&amp;quot; (figuratively speaking) &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the London skyline and at the same time, devoting his life to his passions as he created a masterpieces of such magnitude as is St. Paul's Cathedral. He let his talents flourish so that all of us could be able to enjoy them. Finally, we could say that despite his fame and success he remains a modest man, for when he was dying he asked not to have a huge statue to honor him but to simply be buried in his greatest accomplishment, St. Paul's Cathedral, letting that be the &amp;quot;monument&amp;quot; to honor his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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In more contemporary times, leaving behind the dense, yellow and deadly fog as an everyday scene, London is a setting that enraptures less mystery and more and more magic. More color and a wider variety of emotions are displayed in all forms of art.&lt;br /&gt;
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J.K. Rowling has impacted many people's lives with her books, people of all razes, nationalities, religions and even ages. She has inspired young people to discover the joy of reading and entertained adults with her stories full of magic, mystery and suspense. It is not uncommon to hear about adolescents that had never grabbed a book in their lives falling in love with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. And that is the thing, It is amazing how her reading had the power to impact a whole generation and turn them into &amp;quot;Potterheads&amp;quot;. All it takes is a good book to inspire people to read and J.K. Rowling wrote many great pieces of literature that are still great gifts for people of all ages. She is best known for her Harry Potter Series, which made her worldwide famous, and apart from these, J.K. Rowling has written several more books. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her official website starts her biography like this: &amp;quot;Joanne Rowling was born on 1965 just outside Bristol, and grew up in Gloucestershire in England and in Chepstow, Gwent, in south-east Wales.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J.K. Rowling. (n.d.). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.jkrowling.com/about/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the places that marked her literature the most were London and Edinburgh. As a woman that developed in the generation of information and revolution of technology, she had the opportunity to travel a lot and live in many places even before being famous. After getting her degree she moved to London, where she was inspired to write about Harry Potter as she sat in a train station. In her biography written by Sean Smith it is said: &amp;quot;She conceived the idea of Harry Potter while sitting on a delayed train from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It seems almost ironic that after traveling so much, she came to get the idea that would change her life forever in the same country where she was born. She was inspired by her surroundings and wrote what she observed adding a creative component to it; her personal touch. For example, in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: parts one and two: in Chapter 1 ''KING'S CROSS'' she wrote: &amp;quot;A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. pp. 6&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Every word is perfectly placed in her sentences and invites the audience to keep reading almost effortlessly; as if the words had the ability to flow by themselves into our imaginations. However, until then this line could belong to any story set in that station, until J.K. Rowling adds the magic in Chapter 2 ''PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS'' as she says: &amp;quot;And which is also busy, but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it's now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved project.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown.pp.9&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She made of the streets of London a magical place full of wonders to discover that would only be available to &amp;quot;the chosen ones&amp;quot; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, even though she started in London, she also moved a lot while she was writing the series. Another of the major cities that highly inspired her writing was Edinburgh, Scotland. Just like London, a city full of a great deal of history and mystery that was a perfect source of inspiration for the young writer's imagination. As we visited Edinburgh, it was easy to spot the settings she chose to incorporate in some of the scenes of the books. Settings such as Hogwarts, the Quiddich Stadium, the cemetery and Diagon Alley. Even the four houses of Hogwarts that in the books were &amp;quot;named after the four founders of the school&amp;quot; (Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin) are suspected to e inspired by the houses of one of the most prestigious schools in Scotland that is set in Edinburgh and casually carry the same colors as the four houses in Hogwarts. &amp;quot;George Heriot’s houses Castle, Lauriston, Raeburn and Greyfriars correspond to Rowling’s own Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hodder, A. (2015, October 18). The Top Places To Visit In Edinburgh for Harry Potter Fans. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/scotland/articles/the-top-6-locations-for-harry-potter-fans-in-edinburgh/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, George Heriot’s School has a sports tournament every four years with other two schools of the United Kingdom. Many of the characters' names were also presumably derived from people who died in the city and are buried in Greyfriars Cemetery. Going to Scotland and hearing everyone; from tour guides, to store owners, to residents, talk about all these peculiar similarities between the city and her books was a little bit disappointing, but it also made us realize that all these details have always been out there for anyone to use and she was the only one with the imagination and intellect to do so. J.K. Rowling left her &amp;quot;stroke of pigment&amp;quot; in Edinburgh just as she did in London, writing her stories mainly in local cafes, that today are touristic spots. A famous one is  Elephant House, where now it is famously known for being &amp;quot;The Birthplace of Harry Potter&amp;quot; as the owners decided to announce it like. In several webpages they're announces with the following phrase: “Magic! Is the only way to describe The Elephant House. Experience the same atmosphere that J.K. Rowling did as she mulled over coffee writing her first Harry Potter novel. Experience the friendliness of the staff, our extensive menus and the magical view of Edinburgh Castle. Not to forget…the elephants”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The magic brew called Potter. (2016, October 09). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/The-magic-brew-called-Potter/article15396369.ece&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For her great influence in the pop culture today, her impact on the places where she wrote and her devotion to her passion for literature, J.K Rowling is a woman worthy of admiration. Also, J.K. Rowling's life before Harry Potter was not easy. Smith also wrote: &amp;quot;She encountered many obstacles and misfortunes before and during the writing process.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She took a long time writing the first book in the Harry Potter series but she never gave up and all her hard work is now being recompensed. She is a highly admired author with an impeccable reputation and she is also very rich. In fact, J.K. Rowling is considered by Forbes to be the second highest paid woman in entertainment. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; The 20 Richest Women In Entertainment. (2007, January 18). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/2007/01/17/richest-women-entertainment-tech-media-cz_lg_richwomen07_0118womenstars_lander.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, being rich is not comparable to the satisfaction she must feel as she receives flattering and well deserved positive reviews of her books and so much love from her fandom that beg fore more of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Miss Rowling is a great example of a creator that took as much as she could from what her environment in Edinburgh and London had to offer and she gave back to other cities becoming part of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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David Hockney, born on 1937, has become one of the most influential figures in modern art, mostly because of all the different techniques he used and the ones he developed for his work. Also because of all the disciplines where he excelled as an artist throughout his entire life, which still continues. &amp;quot;David Hockney is an English painter, printmaker, stage designer and photographer and one of the most important figures in modern art.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. (2017, April 26). David Hockney. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/David-Hockney&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The city were he was born, Bradford, was, just as London, a poor victim of the fog, in a biography written by Christopher Simon Sykes, he explains: &amp;quot;for the two hundred or so chimneys of the woollen mills were belching out fumes all day, which sank slowly into the basin in which the city lies, and made Bradford then one of the smokiest cities on earth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2011). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 1). London: Century, pp. 1-25&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. In that same book, the author reveals an interview with Hockney in which he says that he knew that he wanted to e an artist since the age of 10 and his parents always encouraged him to develop his talent. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Interview with David Hockney by Christopher Simon Skyes, June 2009&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Hockney was also known to e quite a good student and hard working artist that loved experimenting with different forms of art. He also travelled quite a lot and loved the state of California in the U.S., where he still owns a house. &amp;quot;The swimming pools of L.A. were one of his favorite subjects, and he became known for large, iconic works such as A Bigger Splash.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; One of the most outstanding characteristics of &amp;quot;A Bigger Splash is the technique he used to paint. He first took the pictures of the people he was going to pain and then pitting together a bunch of these pictures he would put the person in the pose he wanted to paint. An example of this technique is shown below in the pictures. where it is easier to appreciate the complexity of Hockney's work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides being an admirable artist, he was never hesitant to show himself to the world and stand up for his personal beliefs. For example, in December of 1964, &amp;quot;Hockney returned to London to give a talk on homosexual imagery in America&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, his romances affected him so much that later in his life he suffered from depression after breaking up with a boyfriend he even lived with for a while. &amp;quot;Hockney was devastated and started taking Valium to combat the depression and loneliness he suffered.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, despite all the tough times he went through in his life, he never let that intervene with his work as he has a huge amount of collections of different types of art always looking for a way to interact with the viewer through his work. &amp;quot;Hockney is not at all involved in the creation of beauty as an end in itself. It is exactly this didactic urgency, this need to be heard plainly and to be understood clearly, which is the basis of his phenomenal popularity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tuchman, M., &amp;amp; Barron, S. (1989). David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, pp. 13&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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In one of his expositions, also shown below, he wrote &amp;quot;Perspective should e reversed... specially in photography&amp;quot;. He has definitely been a revolutionary artist that has been looked up to for over half a century now. Hockney is widely known for his adaptability and his ability to create new techniques using the emerging technologies. In photography, specifically he turned to “recreate photography” in a way in which, as he said in another interview with Sykes, “a photograph that could be described as having a strong illusion of reality”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2014). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 2). London: Century, pp. 160&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Though Hockney does not have a great number of photographies or paintings of London itself, he has been one of the most influential and innovative British artists for the past half a century. He developed a way to give a story to his images, instead of just leaving them as a single photograph. Through his collages, makes his characters come to life and is able to transmit emotions and ideas, creating a reality for each one and showing it to its viewers. And with his method of combining photography and painting, he &amp;quot;added his pigment&amp;quot; to both fields. In a 2011 poll of more than 1,000 British artists, Hockney was voted the most influential British artist of all time. He continues to paint and exhibit, and advocates for funding for the arts. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH00.jpg|''Portrait of Nick Wilder, 1966. Acrylic on canvas, 72x 72 by David Hockney''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH05.jpg|''Gregory Swimming, Los Angeles, March 1st 1982 Composite Polaroid 70.5 x 130''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH03.jpg|''Le Nid Du Duc, April 1972. Color photographs from 35 mm negatives''&lt;br /&gt;
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Ken Shuttleworth, just as Christopher Wren, transformed completely London's skyline. According to his biography in his paper ''Form and Skin'', he was born in 1952 and studied at Leicester Polytechnic, where he got a degree with distinction in Architecture in 1977. According to that same paper, in 1974 he joined the architectural firm of Foster and Partners and shortly after became a registered architect. Then, in 1991 he became a partner of the firm &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot;, where he was responsible for the design of significant projects. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Since his time at college, he has been known as a great designer. In class, he would take half of the time his classmates would to finish his designs. His fast and impressive work gave him the nickname &amp;quot;Ken the Pen&amp;quot;. During his time in &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot; he designed what &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; news paper called &amp;quot;some of the world's most iconic buildings&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;.  Referring to masterpieces such as the Shanghai Banking Corporation’s headquarters and London's St Mary Axe or best known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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He certainly succeeded after college in &amp;quot;Foster Associates&amp;quot;, however, in 2003 he decided to leave the firm. As Shuttleworth always thought architects to have a big purpose, he felt like he could do more than working for a big firm, and this was a particularly big firm. &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; published about it in 2003 saying that &amp;quot;with a staff of nearly 600 and over 100 projects on the computer screens&amp;quot;, Foster Associates was &amp;quot;one of the world's busiest and highest-profile architectural practices.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As he moved on from Foster Associates, he founded his own firm, &amp;quot;Make&amp;quot;, in 2004. With him on the lead this firm was prompt to succed, and it did. In his paper &amp;quot;Form and Skin&amp;quot;, he wrote: &amp;quot;It grew to one od the UK's foremost architectural firms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Looking back into his life, his passion for design began at very young age. &amp;quot;The Guardian news paper once wrote about how with the help of his father he followed his passion and magnified his talent: &amp;quot;His father, an accountant, encouraged him: &amp;quot;He hated being an accountant. He said, 'Whatever you do, you should really enjoy doing it'.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Fairs, M. (2003, January 22). Ken Shuttleworth: architecture's best-kept secret. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2003/jan/22/architecture.artsfeatures &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He followed his fathers advice and became a magnificent architect worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; also wrote referring to Ken, &amp;quot;&amp;quot;He is one of the best hidden talents in the UK,&amp;quot; says Stuart Lipton, the chairman of the government's architecture watchdog of the Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment (CABE).&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote perfectly conveys to major ideas; the first one about his irrefutable talent, and the second one out how little is actually known about him. Unlike we had expected, finding information about Shuttleworth was somehow hard because he has always lived life with a low profile. However, after reading his papers and articles you can clearly see what an amazing architect he is. He wrote in the article &amp;quot;Throwing stones at those in glass houses, &amp;quot;Architects and environmental engineers have never had such an important role and we should take the initiative, seize the opportunity before it’s too late. Now is the time to wake up... and use our creativity, our curiosity and our passion for exploration...  to help save the planet&amp;quot;. Because of his passion and drive, he is a source of inspiration to many young architects. Reading his words reminded us that being an architect is an important role in the world and it is not just designing a pretty building. That sense of commitment and great creativity that he possesses and uses to improve our society is what makes him a person worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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Using David Hockney's technique of &amp;quot;Painting with Pictures&amp;quot;, we chose one picture of each site described in the Milestone [[Colourless London]] and we made them into paintings, emphasizing the use of bright colors inspired by Monet's impressionism and making an imminent contrast with the pictures' monochromatic feel. Each set represents our own way of &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the city's most emblematic sites and to the way people usually perceive London.&lt;br /&gt;
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The colors used were inspired by one of the pictures of the girls in this HUA program, Emily Wilson. She took this picture from the same bridge I painted and the colors in the sunset inspired me to choose the color scheme in my work. However, I decided to paint a morning instead of a sunset, symbolizing a fresh start for the city of London. That is why the sky is a mostly blue and the bridge is of the colors of Emily's picture as if it had absorbed the sunset of the previous day, symbolizing that even though it is a fresh start, the past is still part of the city, or in this case, the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Purple is the most powerful wavelength of the rainbow and The London Eye world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. Also Purple is my favorite color. Finally I was inspired to choose that color scheme by this flowers I bought in Columbia Road Flower Market, in London. Because they enrapture the beauty I see in the streets of London, despite all opposing opinions and catastrophic events that have hit this city, which I like to think still stands strong.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I used the picture Kristy took ''Colourless Big Ben'' as a model and the colors in the flag of the United Kingdom as an inspiration to create this painting. I used the radiant colors in the flag to represent Parliament and the citizens in the UK. The Big Ben identifies London as the flag identifies the UK. With the use of different shades of blue, I created a sky as in the picture. To show the different levels of the top of the building I used either blue or red for each level. What the attract details represent is the trust of the citizens of London in their government fading away by disappointment. I decided to convey this message as a strong statement, knowing that as the citizens are the base of the society, if they loose trust in their government, the structure will not stand for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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This building is known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot; but its official name is 30 St Mary Axe. This nickname was given because of its similarity to the Mexican sour gherkin. The green colors used in this painting were inspired by two things, this Mexican sour gherkin, and the architect that designed it, Ken Shuttleworth. Shuttleworth cares deeply for the environment and saving the planet, which is why the color scheme that I chose is in the greens and light blues, representing the colors of a field of grass. I liked the irony as well of painting a modern skyscraper with the same colors I would use to paint a plant. Also meaning that among all the development of the city, it is still important to keep the environment in mind, for London has already suffered enough by the filthiness of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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==St. Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Paul's Cathedral represents the change in beliefs of the whole country. This painting was done by the both of us and we decided to use two pictures we took to inspire us and combine them into one, symbolizing how the different cultures and beliefs of the world merge to create this wonderful and &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; city of London. The green used is inspired by Sofia's picture and the grayish blue and purple have inspired the picture Kristy took. This painting represents unity within us and within London citizens. This unity comes to life in the deepest desires kept in the hearts of the good people of London that have been hurt by the recent events more than ever before. However, despite this, the hope of unity in diversity remains vibrant with people that are willing to stand up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, artists from the past and from the present are compared and contrasted. There is one artist chosen for each of the fields involved in the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;; Painting, Literature and Architecture. The intention was to outline the main differences in their styles and how they each one of them portrayed their environment from their very own perspectives and translated it into their works of art. In the same way, biographical facts are provided to give the reader a reference of how life circumstances and setting might have been influential in the artists' work. This Milestone is the linking point between [[Colourless London]] and [[Colourful Reality]], giving meaning to the rest of the project &amp;quot;[[user:akgiacoman|A London Full of Colour]]&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, for the deliverable, our own work is presented. With this, we intend to show our own perspective of London which contrasts with the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] in an extreme way. We tried to add some pigment of our own to create a much more [[Colourful Reality]] for ourselves. The paintings emphasize the use of colors in a symbolic way, what they represent are our different emotions and life experiences that stoke our lives, sometimes in unexpected ways, but always resulting in a breath taking outcome. Life is our very own masterpiece, it is what we make it and it is not in the very least monochromatic. In the contrary, all the aspects of our lives merge to create a unique work of art, that certainly might not be of everyone's liking, but then again, the only opinion that truly matters is that of the artist that made the masterpiece. In some occasions, the artist regrets the path he or she took and if given a second chance, would have done things differently. However, the work is done, the masterpiece is complete, and we can either live in regret or move forward in such ways where each stoke is more precise and better thought than the previous one. Some other artists die without the proper acknowledgment that their work deserves, however, what people think of their work can never influence the magnitude of its quality. A masterpiece, is a masterpiece even when there is no one to admire it and most things done with effort and passion are worth a standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Introduction, Artistic Component, Artists From the Past, Artists From the Present, Charles Dickens, David Hockney, Conclusion &amp;amp; final edits of the other artists. Painted &amp;quot;Tower Bridge Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;London Eye Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Ken Shuttleworth, core information for Monet, Sir Christopher Wren &amp;amp; JK. Rowling &amp;amp; formatting of information in the deliverable. Painted &amp;quot;Big Ben Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Gherkin Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Adding Pigment</title>
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[[User:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that we choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. Kristy has gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college, while Sofia, as a future architectural engineer is able to provide insight from a different perspective, also having taken painting lessons since a very young age. This project combines our favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message that we wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The title of this Milestone was chosen to be &amp;quot;Adding Pigment&amp;quot; as for every person that goes through London is not only influenced by it and its weather as seen in [[Colourless London]], but at the same time, they leave a piece of them that adds to the beauty of this city. In the same way as they take inspiration from the amazing stories London has to tell, they create a new chapter, and if they do it well, a really good one. Each artist presented in the background of this Milestone was chosen because of their irrefutable relevance to the history of London in the artistic side. In the background, we present the way in which different situations they lived conducted them to become some of the most influential and inspiring individuals the streets of London have ever seen. Likewise, each artist is known to have revolutionized in some way their field &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the existing base of knowledge and techniques. From the fields of Painting, Literature and Architecture, we chose a set of six artists divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the Past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the Present&amp;quot; to, in some way, categorize them by periods and let the readers draw conclusions about the similar traits in their work. Inspired by these great minds, we leave in the deliverable our own works of art painting the same sites where pictures were taken for Colourless London, choosing a specific picture for each one and &amp;quot;replicating it&amp;quot; in some way with acrylic paintings, just the way David Hockey used to do with his photography. The difference, however, is that we aim to emphasize the contrast between the gray color palette seen in the pictures that characterizes London and the use of color in our paintings that represents our perspective of the city. In this way we seek to add pigment to the scenery in a literal and metaphorical way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Despite the widespread social anxiety caused by the fog, many artists found in it a source of inspiration from a wide broad of perspectives. For some, fog represented a looming presence, alive and malignant.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. S.l.: BELKNAP HARVARD. pp 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote from &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot; by Corton perfectly exemplifies the way in which some people used too feel about the fog, however, for some other many artists, the fog could be seen as magical or even romantic. The same thing could be seen from very different perspectives and used for many different purposes. The fog could be used by robbers to easily disappear after their theft and the same fog could also be used by artists like Monet to show the world the beauty of a city like London. Likewise the fog could be the source of sickness and depression or could also be the source of motivation and inspiration, giving a person's mind the push needed to boost their creativity. Just like that, the city of London has been the source of inspiration and spectator of some of the greatest minds the world has seen. From painters to writers to architects, London has evoked many &amp;quot;shades of feelings&amp;quot; that have driven locals and foreigners to accomplish great things. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a city immersed in its own history, London has seen a lot happening through its streets, and by digging in the past, it is easy to find a more gloomy, mysterious and heavy perspective of the fog, enraptured in all kinds of art. The following representatives were chosen because of their imminent and irrefutable success in their disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Monet===&lt;br /&gt;
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Claude Monet was a French artist of the Impressionist movement. He was actually so influential to this movement that it was named after one of his paintings called ''Impression, Sunrise''. The painting was named like that because, as stated in the book &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot; by House, &amp;quot;you can only see an impression of the sunrise and the person in it because he changed a lot his subjects and how he depicted them&amp;quot;.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;The the viewer has to analyze, assume and connect the dots to figure out the purpose of the painting. This was not exactly abstract art but it was definitely different from any sort of traditional art at that time. Monet was a revolutionary and the complexity of his works continues to amaze the most demanding art critics and attract collectors from all over the globe. Unlike many other famous artists, when Monet started, he had no prior knowledge of art techniques, which may have been the cause of him developing his own. However, he was surely inspired by many other artists before him. Today Monet is one of the best-known artists in the world. In the creation of his own style, his purpose was to overcome the tradition of detailed works of art and use intense brushstrokes to create an impression of a painting. According to his biography, &amp;quot;Monet by himself&amp;quot;, he started painting in Paris many scenes of the Seine river as well as impressions of landscapes of the place he lived in at different times of the day. This specific trait defines his work, because this technique was not only very useful for practice, but also allowed the viewer to perceive the scene from different perspectives of the same place and by the same artist as he played with the changes in light. We can clearly see this technique in one of his biggest collections of paintings; Water Lilies, that he painted when he was living in Givenchy. Monet moved a lot during his life mainly within France, however, during the Franco-Prussian War, he moved to London for two years. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Monet, C., &amp;amp; Kendall, R. (2003). Monet by Himself: Paintings, drawings, pastels, letters. Boston: Little, Brown, Chapter 1. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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During his time in London, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the captivating inspiration that emerged from the city's mesmerizing views. Using his technique, he painted many of its landscapes and buildings at different times of the day, as he was known for. He painted many views from the Thames, including Parliament and Westminster and even though it was only for a short period of time, his time in London marked his artistic career. In the book &amp;quot;London Fog, Christine Corton states: &amp;quot; His short stay in London resulted in the largest series of paintings that he had yet produced.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 182. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Monet, as many other artists, admired the London fog and its presence in his paintings was not only evident, but often even highlighted. The fog gave his paintings some sort of uniqueness and contributed to his Impressionism. As Christine Corton said in her book ''London Fog'' Monet commented &amp;quot; Without the fog, London wouldn't be a beautiful city... It's the fog that gives it it's magnificent breadth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 184. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This was a very outlandish way of viewing one of the nation's greatest struggle, but once again, he was a revolutionary. He was most likely intrigued by the fog as it went alongside his style and it was in such an abundance he had never seen before. There was probably not another city in the world that united the large amounts of fog and the astonishing man-made landscapes that were also full of meaning and history. In his paintings, he portrays the fog as part of the landscape or the impression of the landscape, which gave him great popularity due to his creativity and the originality of his works. In that time, there was certainly no other painter like Monet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet he did not paint with a lot of details, he created his works in such a way in which any Londoner would recognize the setting of his paintings. In addition to this, as he painted the same scene in different times of the day, he changed the colors to illustrate the different light patterns. The &amp;quot;special touch&amp;quot; or as we call it in this milestone &amp;quot;pigment&amp;quot; Monet added to his field was his originality and how even though he painted the same scene many times, each painting was unique. As posted in the official webpage of the National Gallery, in Monet's paintings &amp;quot;distance and perspective are abolished; a limitless expanse of water occupies our entire field of vision.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/claude-monet-water-lilies &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His paintings portrayed the idea of constant change and the beauty of it, in House's book, &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot;, he explains how Monet worried a lot about &amp;quot;the ever-changing environment and the effects of light in his paintings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even though it was the same landscape, this technique allowed the viewer imagine that it was a completely different environment. He focused a lot on the effects of light of the painting and used a distinct color palette for each painting. This different use of light and color provided him the irrefutable fame he keeps until today, when his biography is now studied at schools and his techniques are implemented by artists all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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Charles Dickens was part of a huge family, being born the second of eight children on 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His parents named him Charles John Huffam Dickens and even though many people have heard about him and his work, not everyone knows about his middle names because he decided never to use them and e simply known as Charles Dickens. Even though he was raised with high aspirations of himself, it is almost impossible for him to have imagined the reach of his literary work in later years and how much his early life would influence him in the future. He was in London for the first time at the age of three because of his father's work. Although most people are unaware at such an early age, it is believed that he &amp;quot;absorbed the sights, smells and sounds of the City&amp;quot; according to his biography in the official Dickens London Tours.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As in any big family, money issues started to arise, however, that did not stop them from being happy in the early days. Nevertheless, it became a real problem for Charles when he was twelve, as his father was imprisoned for debt. To help with the family needs, Charles was forced to leave school and start working. We can easily infer that he did not make much money as a twelve year old, and that having his childhood taken away from him because of his parents mistakes left him very unhappy. For it was not his fault at all that his father was imprisoned, but yet he had to pay for his mistakes. This caused him great suffering but he sacrificed himself to help his family. As his biography by Biography.com Editors mentions, &amp;quot;He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he had no clue back then, this situation gave him the freedom to explore the streets and corners of London. He got to know every secret the city had, and by paying close attention to his surroundings he was able to get to know it &amp;quot;like the back of his hand&amp;quot;. However, Dickens is credited with a passion for London and according to Michael and Mollie Hardwick in their book Dickens's England, &amp;quot;he entertained no such thing&amp;quot;. For he grew up in the streets of London and this was not by choice, which allowed him to &amp;quot;greedily observe and absorb the city&amp;quot; getting to know it with &amp;quot;extensive and peculiar knowledge&amp;quot; as said by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, &amp;quot;but not loving it&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hardwick, M., &amp;amp; Hardwick, M. (1970). Dickens's England. London: Dent&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Despite this, it was not all bad for young Charles, because living as an adult while being a child also must have formed his character from a very early age and force him to mature and above all... think. Then according to a biography posted by BBC, for a short period of time he was able to go back to school when his father received and inheritance and was let free. However, his freedom lasted for a short period of time, as by the age of fifteen the biography in BBC's official website tells that he got a job as an office boy to help out his family again. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; BBC . (n.d.). History - Charles Dickens. Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Maybe this was not what he would have wanted for himself but this job propelled his writing career. His career began as a journalist for a local news paper, as many other authors. This job also allowed him to get to know a lot of people and start building a network of contacts that would allow him to keep escalating up in his career. Even back then he could infer the importance of &amp;quot;knowing people&amp;quot; so he did and soon he started getting better and better jobs still as a journalist, collaborating also with other artists to create material for the press. He started publishing monthly parts of what he called &amp;quot;The Pickwick Papers&amp;quot; in the newspaper and it was a massive success. By this time, Charles's personal life was also going very well, as in 1836 he married Catherine Hogarth, who would give him the great gift of parenthood about a year after. Charles gave his name to his first son with Catherine Hogarth, who would give him another nine children.&lt;br /&gt;
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After his first great success, he started to write nonstop and still with great quality, style and attention to detail. Very few people know London as he did, which allowed him to be the voice of the city itself. He had a very special way of writing about London granted by the events he went through in his childhood to what he also added his own touch. His increasing popularity allowed him to travel the world with his wife and even live in different places with her. However, he never took traveling as a vacation, for he continued to write and publish during these periods of time as if his travels only inspired him more and more instead off exhausting him. He was also, in general, a very nice person as he helped to found &amp;quot;The Guild of Literature and Arts&amp;quot; which was an organization that helped young artists struggling to make it through by presenting plays to the public. As he has once struggled in his life he probably founded this to help other fellow artists struggle a little bit less as they started to build their career just like he did. In addition to this, he also often performed as a character in the plays presented by that organization. Close to the end of his life, Dickens separated from his wife and started to see his children less. In the biography of Charles Dickens posted in the official website of the Dickens London Tours, Charles's daughter Kate recalled, &amp;quot;My father was like a madman… He did not care a damn what happened to any of us. Nothing could surpass the misery and unhappiness of our house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also according to that same biography, rumors spread about Charles Dickens's marriage ending because he was having an affair with his sister-in-law Georgina Hogarth. Dickens died at the age of 58 in England and was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. The most amazing thing about his unique perspective of London is the way despite all the struggles his life brought to him, he never stopped writing. And this is proven by the fact that by the time of his death he left his final novel &amp;quot;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&amp;quot; unfinished. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Charles Dickens is taught in schools all around the world as one of the main characters of English Literature, and he became himself a source of inspiration immediately linked to London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinniswood said in his book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile&amp;quot; that Christopher Wren &amp;quot;was the greatest architect Britain has ever known&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; London and its skyline wouldn't be as we know them nowadays if it wasn't for Sir Cristopher Wren and his irrefutable talent and hard work. In the year 1666, London was struck by a great tragedy that destroyed the majority of the city. This incident started as an honest mistake in a bakery shop. The Great Fire of London demolished many buildings in London including the greatest buildings. These buildings were not made of wood but when the rock was heated, it exploded. After this enormous catastrophe, Sir Christopher Wren was given the urgent task of reconstructing many churches. St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest work with his design of the dome. St. Paul was above all the work of his life, not only because of the magnitude of the project but also because of how much time he devoted to it. You can see this dome from various views from different angles of the city. Each angle shows the magnificent glory of its design, however, my personal favorite is from across the Millennium Bridge. This Cathedral is one of the most visited landmarks in the city because everyone wants to appreciate the design not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wren designed and reconstructed this building to wonder everyone that seeks to appreciate it today.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As incredible as it may sound, the architect that designed the majestic dome in St. Paul's Cathedral was also a skilled scientist with several other talents that were all probably useful in some way during the process of designing and building the cathedral. As Lisa Jardine said in her book about Wren called ''On a grander scale: The outstanding life of Sir Christopher Wren'':  &amp;quot;Wren was a versatile genius who could have pursued a number of brilliant careers with equal virtuosity. A mathematical prodigy, an accomplished astronomer, a skillful anatomist, and a founder of the Royal Society&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, Wren was a genius. He started his career as a scientist and graduated from Oxford University, which fills the institution with pride and they ensure it is widely known. Sir Christopher Wren was very knowledgeable and his most intimate friends were also renown scientists, brilliant people responsible for the greatest accomplishments in a wide variety of fields. This is proven by the text written on the cover of the book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile: A life of Cristopher Wren&amp;quot; by Tinniswood and Graham: &amp;quot;Wren's famous research in science included: mapping the moon and the stars, investigating the problem of longitude and the rings of Saturn, and carrying out groundbreaking experiments into the circulation of the blood.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And not only did he make his own research but also collaborated with his fellow scientists' work as stated by the author Lisa Jardine: &amp;quot;His observations on comments, meteorology, and muscular action made vital contributions to the developing ideas of Newton, Halley and Boyle.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, just as in Dickens's case, his network helped him escalate in his career, getting to know many important people of his time. As supported in the book &amp;quot;Wren&amp;quot; by Margaret  Whinney, &amp;quot;His connection to the Royal Society brought him into personal touch the King. He mapped moons and the trajectories of comets for kings and lived and worked under six monarchs.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Whinney, M. (1971). Wren. London: Thames &amp;amp; Hudson. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As it is easy to assume, back then, it was extremely important to have contact with the King, it opened an infinite amount of doors sometimes without the need of even knocking. Wren's career as an architect succeeded mainly because of this connection with royal people, as when he was appointed to rebuild the city after The great Fire of London, he ended up building approximately 50 churches. And as everyone was delighted with the course of his work, Wren also worked at Hampton Court Palace rebuilding the south view.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is important to emphasize as well how amazing it was that he succeeded in the field of architecture without any previous knowledge about it, making it up with the knowledge he had of other fields such as math. He is the greatest example of how, with hard work and the right connections, there is nothing unachievable. He must have had outstanding observation skills and was probably inspired by a couple of architects of his time. Little did he know he was to become an architect that would continue to inspire many, even centuries after his death. Also, as he succeeded in architecture, he never forgot his passion for science as many of this buildings had scientific purposes that very few people know about. It is easy to admire the magnificence of his buildings but as you pay close attention to the details he worked on for each one of them, it is impossible not to be filled with great astonishment. For example, as Lisa Jardine also explained in her book: &amp;quot;The Monument of the Great Fire of London was built with a subterranean laboratory and the southwest tower of St Paul's was used as a vertical telescope during its construction. Both were designed to function simultaneously as public monuments and as oversize scientific instruments.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; When we think about Sir Christopher Wren's contributions to the history of London it is like every church he made was &amp;quot;a stroke of his brush&amp;quot; (figuratively speaking) &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the London skyline and at the same time, devoting his life to his passions as he created a masterpieces of such magnitude as is St. Paul's Cathedral. He let his talents flourish so that all of us could be able to enjoy them. Finally, we could say that despite his fame and success he remains a modest man, for when he was dying he asked not to have a huge statue to honor him but to simply be buried in his greatest accomplishment, St. Paul's Cathedral, letting that be the &amp;quot;monument&amp;quot; to honor his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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J.K. Rowling has impacted many people's lives with her books, people of all razes, nationalities, religions and even ages. She has inspired young people to discover the joy of reading and entertained adults with her stories full of magic, mystery and suspense. It is not uncommon to hear about adolescents that had never grabbed a book in their lives falling in love with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. And that is the thing, It is amazing how her reading had the power to impact a whole generation and turn them into &amp;quot;Potterheads&amp;quot;. All it takes is a good book to inspire people to read and J.K. Rowling wrote many great pieces of literature that are still great gifts for people of all ages. She is best known for her Harry Potter Series, which made her worldwide famous, and apart from these, J.K. Rowling has written several more books. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her official website starts her biography like this: &amp;quot;Joanne Rowling was born on 1965 just outside Bristol, and grew up in Gloucestershire in England and in Chepstow, Gwent, in south-east Wales.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J.K. Rowling. (n.d.). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.jkrowling.com/about/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the places that marked her literature the most were London and Edinburgh. As a woman that developed in the generation of information and revolution of technology, she had the opportunity to travel a lot and live in many places even before being famous. After getting her degree she moved to London, where she was inspired to write about Harry Potter as she sat in a train station. In her biography written by Sean Smith it is said: &amp;quot;She conceived the idea of Harry Potter while sitting on a delayed train from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It seems almost ironic that after traveling so much, she came to get the idea that would change her life forever in the same country where she was born. She was inspired by her surroundings and wrote what she observed adding a creative component to it; her personal touch. For example, in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: parts one and two: in Chapter 1 ''KING'S CROSS'' she wrote: &amp;quot;A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. pp. 6&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Every word is perfectly placed in her sentences and invites the audience to keep reading almost effortlessly; as if the words had the ability to flow by themselves into our imaginations. However, until then this line could belong to any story set in that station, until J.K. Rowling adds the magic in Chapter 2 ''PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS'' as she says: &amp;quot;And which is also busy, but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it's now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved project.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown.pp.9&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She made of the streets of London a magical place full of wonders to discover that would only be available to &amp;quot;the chosen ones&amp;quot; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, even though she started in London, she also moved a lot while she was writing the series. Another of the major cities that highly inspired her writing was Edinburgh, Scotland. Just like London, a city full of a great deal of history and mystery that was a perfect source of inspiration for the young writer's imagination. As we visited Edinburgh, it was easy to spot the settings she chose to incorporate in some of the scenes of the books. Settings such as Hogwarts, the Quiddich Stadium, the cemetery and Diagon Alley. Even the four houses of Hogwarts that in the books were &amp;quot;named after the four founders of the school&amp;quot; (Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin) are suspected to e inspired by the houses of one of the most prestigious schools in Scotland that is set in Edinburgh and casually carry the same colors as the four houses in Hogwarts. &amp;quot;George Heriot’s houses Castle, Lauriston, Raeburn and Greyfriars correspond to Rowling’s own Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hodder, A. (2015, October 18). The Top Places To Visit In Edinburgh for Harry Potter Fans. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/scotland/articles/the-top-6-locations-for-harry-potter-fans-in-edinburgh/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, George Heriot’s School has a sports tournament every four years with other two schools of the United Kingdom. Many of the characters' names were also presumably derived from people who died in the city and are buried in Greyfriars Cemetery. Going to Scotland and hearing everyone; from tour guides, to store owners, to residents, talk about all these peculiar similarities between the city and her books was a little bit disappointing, but it also made us realize that all these details have always been out there for anyone to use and she was the only one with the imagination and intellect to do so. J.K. Rowling left her &amp;quot;stroke of pigment&amp;quot; in Edinburgh just as she did in London, writing her stories mainly in local cafes, that today are touristic spots. A famous one is  Elephant House, where now it is famously known for being &amp;quot;The Birthplace of Harry Potter&amp;quot; as the owners decided to announce it like. In several webpages they're announces with the following phrase: “Magic! Is the only way to describe The Elephant House. Experience the same atmosphere that J.K. Rowling did as she mulled over coffee writing her first Harry Potter novel. Experience the friendliness of the staff, our extensive menus and the magical view of Edinburgh Castle. Not to forget…the elephants”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The magic brew called Potter. (2016, October 09). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/The-magic-brew-called-Potter/article15396369.ece&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For her great influence in the pop culture today, her impact on the places where she wrote and her devotion to her passion for literature, J.K Rowling is a woman worthy of admiration. Also, J.K. Rowling's life before Harry Potter was not easy. Smith also wrote: &amp;quot;She encountered many obstacles and misfortunes before and during the writing process.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She took a long time writing the first book in the Harry Potter series but she never gave up and all her hard work is now being recompensed. She is a highly admired author with an impeccable reputation and she is also very rich. In fact, J.K. Rowling is considered by Forbes to be the second highest paid woman in entertainment. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; The 20 Richest Women In Entertainment. (2007, January 18). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/2007/01/17/richest-women-entertainment-tech-media-cz_lg_richwomen07_0118womenstars_lander.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, being rich is not comparable to the satisfaction she must feel as she receives flattering and well deserved positive reviews of her books and so much love from her fandom that beg fore more of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Miss Rowling is a great example of a creator that took as much as she could from what her environment in Edinburgh and London had to offer and she gave back to other cities becoming part of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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David Hockney, born on 1937, has become one of the most influential figures in modern art, mostly because of all the different techniques he used and the ones he developed for his work. Also because of all the disciplines where he excelled as an artist throughout his entire life, which still continues. &amp;quot;David Hockney is an English painter, printmaker, stage designer and photographer and one of the most important figures in modern art.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. (2017, April 26). David Hockney. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/David-Hockney&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The city were he was born, Bradford, was, just as London, a poor victim of the fog, in a biography written by Christopher Simon Sykes, he explains: &amp;quot;for the two hundred or so chimneys of the woollen mills were belching out fumes all day, which sank slowly into the basin in which the city lies, and made Bradford then one of the smokiest cities on earth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2011). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 1). London: Century, pp. 1-25&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. In that same book, the author reveals an interview with Hockney in which he says that he knew that he wanted to e an artist since the age of 10 and his parents always encouraged him to develop his talent. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Interview with David Hockney by Christopher Simon Skyes, June 2009&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Hockney was also known to e quite a good student and hard working artist that loved experimenting with different forms of art. He also travelled quite a lot and loved the state of California in the U.S., where he still owns a house. &amp;quot;The swimming pools of L.A. were one of his favorite subjects, and he became known for large, iconic works such as A Bigger Splash.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; One of the most outstanding characteristics of &amp;quot;A Bigger Splash is the technique he used to paint. He first took the pictures of the people he was going to pain and then pitting together a bunch of these pictures he would put the person in the pose he wanted to paint. An example of this technique is shown below in the pictures. where it is easier to appreciate the complexity of Hockney's work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides being an admirable artist, he was never hesitant to show himself to the world and stand up for his personal beliefs. For example, in December of 1964, &amp;quot;Hockney returned to London to give a talk on homosexual imagery in America&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, his romances affected him so much that later in his life he suffered from depression after breaking up with a boyfriend he even lived with for a while. &amp;quot;Hockney was devastated and started taking Valium to combat the depression and loneliness he suffered.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, despite all the tough times he went through in his life, he never let that intervene with his work as he has a huge amount of collections of different types of art always looking for a way to interact with the viewer through his work. &amp;quot;Hockney is not at all involved in the creation of beauty as an end in itself. It is exactly this didactic urgency, this need to be heard plainly and to be understood clearly, which is the basis of his phenomenal popularity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tuchman, M., &amp;amp; Barron, S. (1989). David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, pp. 13&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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In one of his expositions, also shown below, he wrote &amp;quot;Perspective should e reversed... specially in photography&amp;quot;. He has definitely been a revolutionary artist that has been looked up to for over half a century now. Hockney is widely known for his adaptability and his ability to create new techniques using the emerging technologies. In photography, specifically he turned to “recreate photography” in a way in which, as he said in another interview with Sykes, “a photograph that could be described as having a strong illusion of reality”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2014). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 2). London: Century, pp. 160&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Though Hockney does not have a great number of photographies or paintings of London itself, he has been one of the most influential and innovative British artists for the past half a century. He developed a way to give a story to his images, instead of just leaving them as a single photograph. Through his collages, makes his characters come to life and is able to transmit emotions and ideas, creating a reality for each one and showing it to its viewers. And with his method of combining photography and painting, he &amp;quot;added his pigment&amp;quot; to both fields. In a 2011 poll of more than 1,000 British artists, Hockney was voted the most influential British artist of all time. He continues to paint and exhibit, and advocates for funding for the arts. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DHH.jpg|''David Hockney Photographed by Paul Joyce, 1984''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH01.jpg|alt=Color photograph from a 35 mm negative|''Nick Wilder, 1966. Taken by Mark Lancaster''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH00.jpg|''Portrait of Nick Wilder, 1966. Acrylic on canvas, 72x 72 by David Hockney''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH05.jpg|''Gregory Swimming, Los Angeles, March 1st 1982 Composite Polaroid 70.5 x 130''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH03.jpg|''Le Nid Du Duc, April 1972. Color photographs from 35 mm negatives''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH02.jpg|alt=Composite color photograph taken from 35 mm negatives|''Peter, Kensington Gardens, April 1972''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH04.jpg|''Portrait of an Artist (Pool with two figures), 1972. Acrylic on canvas, 84 x 120. Private Collection, United Kingdom.''&lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH08.jpg|''Perspective Should Be Reversed 2014, Photographic drawing printed on paper mounted on Dibond 108 x 177&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ken Shuttleworth, just as Christopher Wren, transformed completely London's skyline. According to his biography in his paper ''Form and Skin'', he was born in 1952 and studied at Leicester Polytechnic, where he got a degree with distinction in Architecture in 1977. According to that same paper, in 1974 he joined the architectural firm of Foster and Partners and shortly after became a registered architect. Then, in 1991 he became a partner of the firm &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot;, where he was responsible for the design of significant projects. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Since his time at college, he has been known as a great designer. In class, he would take half of the time his classmates would to finish his designs. His fast and impressive work gave him the nickname &amp;quot;Ken the Pen&amp;quot;. During his time in &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot; he designed what &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; news paper called &amp;quot;some of the world's most iconic buildings&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;.  Referring to masterpieces such as the Shanghai Banking Corporation’s headquarters and London's St Mary Axe or best known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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He certainly succeeded after college in &amp;quot;Foster Associates&amp;quot;, however, in 2003 he decided to leave the firm. As Shuttleworth always thought architects to have a big purpose, he felt like he could do more than working for a big firm, and this was a particularly big firm. &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; published about it in 2003 saying that &amp;quot;with a staff of nearly 600 and over 100 projects on the computer screens&amp;quot;, Foster Associates was &amp;quot;one of the world's busiest and highest-profile architectural practices.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As he moved on from Foster Associates, he founded his own firm, &amp;quot;Make&amp;quot;, in 2004. With him on the lead this firm was prompt to succed, and it did. In his paper &amp;quot;Form and Skin&amp;quot;, he wrote: &amp;quot;It grew to one od the UK's foremost architectural firms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Looking back into his life, his passion for design began at very young age. &amp;quot;The Guardian news paper once wrote about how with the help of his father he followed his passion and magnified his talent: &amp;quot;His father, an accountant, encouraged him: &amp;quot;He hated being an accountant. He said, 'Whatever you do, you should really enjoy doing it'.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Fairs, M. (2003, January 22). Ken Shuttleworth: architecture's best-kept secret. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2003/jan/22/architecture.artsfeatures &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He followed his fathers advice and became a magnificent architect worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; also wrote referring to Ken, &amp;quot;&amp;quot;He is one of the best hidden talents in the UK,&amp;quot; says Stuart Lipton, the chairman of the government's architecture watchdog of the Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment (CABE).&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote perfectly conveys to major ideas; the first one about his irrefutable talent, and the second one out how little is actually known about him. Unlike we had expected, finding information about Shuttleworth was somehow hard because he has always lived life with a low profile. However, after reading his papers and articles you can clearly see what an amazing architect he is. He wrote in the article &amp;quot;Throwing stones at those in glass houses, &amp;quot;Architects and environmental engineers have never had such an important role and we should take the initiative, seize the opportunity before it’s too late. Now is the time to wake up... and use our creativity, our curiosity and our passion for exploration...  to help save the planet&amp;quot;. Because of his passion and drive, he is a source of inspiration to many young architects. Reading his words reminded us that being an architect is an important role in the world and it is not just designing a pretty building. That sense of commitment and great creativity that he possesses and uses to improve our society is what makes him a person worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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Using David Hockney's technique of &amp;quot;Painting with Pictures&amp;quot;, we chose one picture of each site described in the Milestone [[Colourless London]] and we made them into paintings, emphasizing the use of bright colors inspired by Monet's impressionism and making an imminent contrast with the pictures' monochromatic feel. Each set represents our own way of &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the city's most emblematic sites and to the way people usually perceive London.&lt;br /&gt;
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**Lake Blue&lt;br /&gt;
**Phithalo Blue&lt;br /&gt;
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**Lemon Yellow&lt;br /&gt;
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*Canvas Paper 9in x12in&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:TB01.png|thumb|upright|alt=photo by Kristy Giacoman|''Colourless Tower Bridge'']]&lt;br /&gt;
| [[File:D02.PNG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes|''Tower Bridge Full of Colour'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; By Kristy Giacoman]] &lt;br /&gt;
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The colors used were inspired by one of the pictures of the girls in this HUA program, Emily Wilson. She took this picture from the same bridge I painted and the colors in the sunset inspired me to choose the color scheme in my work. However, I decided to paint a morning instead of a sunset, symbolizing a fresh start for the city of London. That is why the sky is a mostly blue and the bridge is of the colors of Emily's picture as if it had absorbed the sunset of the previous day, symbolizing that even though it is a fresh start, the past is still part of the city, or in this case, the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:LE03.png|thumb|upright|alt=photo by Kristy Giacoman|''Colourless London Eye'']]&lt;br /&gt;
| [[File:D01.PNG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes|''London Eye Full of Colour'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; by Kristy Giacoman]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Purple is the most powerful wavelength of the rainbow and The London Eye world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. Also Purple is my favorite color. Finally I was inspired to choose that color scheme by this flowers I bought in Columbia Road Flower Market, in London. Because they enrapture the beauty I see in the streets of London, despite all opposing opinions and catastrophic events that have hit this city, which I like to think still stands strong.  &lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:D03.PNG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes|''Big Ben Full of Colour'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; by Sofia Reyes]]&lt;br /&gt;
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I used the picture Kristy took ''Colourless Big Ben'' as a model and the colors in the flag of the United Kingdom as an inspiration to create this painting. I used the radiant colors in the flag to represent Parliament and the citizens in the UK. The Big Ben identifies London as the flag identifies the UK. With the use of different shades of blue, I created a sky as in the picture. To show the different levels of the top of the building I used either blue or red for each level. What the attract details represent is the trust of the citizens of London in their government fading away by disappointment. I decided to convey this message as a strong statement, knowing that as the citizens are the base of the society, if they loose trust in their government, the structure will not stand for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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**Lake Blue&lt;br /&gt;
**Phithalo Blue&lt;br /&gt;
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**Cobalt Blue&lt;br /&gt;
**Lemon Yellow&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:D03.PNG|thumb|upright|alt=Painted by Sofia Reyes|''Gherkin Full of Colour'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; by Sofia Reyes ]]&lt;br /&gt;
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This building is known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot; but its official name is 30 St Mary Axe. This nickname was given because of its similarity to the Mexican sour gherkin. The green colors used in this painting were inspired by two things, this Mexican sour gherkin, and the architect that designed it, Ken Shuttleworth. Shuttleworth cares deeply for the environment and saving the planet, which is why the color scheme that I chose is in the greens and light blues, representing the colors of a field of grass. I liked the irony as well of painting a modern skyscraper with the same colors I would use to paint a plant. Also meaning that among all the development of the city, it is still important to keep the environment in mind, for London has already suffered enough by the filthiness of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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**Raw Limber &lt;br /&gt;
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**Phthalo Blue&lt;br /&gt;
**Lake Blue&lt;br /&gt;
** Light Green&lt;br /&gt;
**Phthalo Green&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Paul's Cathedral represents the change in beliefs of the whole country. This painting was done by the both of us and we decided to use two pictures we took to inspire us and combine them into one, symbolizing how the different cultures and beliefs of the world merge to create this wonderful and &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; city of London. The green used is inspired by Sofia's picture and the grayish blue and purple have inspired the picture Kristy took. This painting represents unity within us and within London citizens. This unity comes to life in the deepest desires kept in the hearts of the good people of London that have been hurt by the recent events more than ever before. However, despite this, the hope of unity in diversity remains vibrant with people that are willing to stand up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, artists from the past and from the present are compared and contrasted. There is one artist chosen for each of the fields involved in the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;; Painting, Literature and Architecture. The intention was to outline the main differences in their styles and how they each one of them portrayed their environment from their very own perspectives and translated it into their works of art. In the same way, biographical facts are provided to give the reader a reference of how life circumstances and setting might have been influential in the artists' work. This Milestone is the linking point between [[Colourless London]] and [[Colourful Reality]], giving meaning to the rest of the project &amp;quot;[[user:akgiacoman|A London Full of Colour]]&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, for the deliverable, our own work is presented. With this, we intend to show our own perspective of London which contrasts with the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] in an extreme way. We tried to add some pigment of our own to create a much more [[Colourful Reality]] for ourselves. The paintings emphasize the use of colors in a symbolic way, what they represent are our different emotions and life experiences that stoke our lives, sometimes in unexpected ways, but always resulting in a breath taking outcome. Life is our very own masterpiece, it is what we make it and it is not in the very least monochromatic. In the contrary, all the aspects of our lives merge to create a unique work of art, that certainly might not be of everyone's liking, but then again, the only opinion that truly matters is that of the artist that made the masterpiece. In some occasions, the artist regrets the path he or she took and if given a second chance, would have done things differently. However, the work is done, the masterpiece is complete, and we can either live in regret or move forward in such ways where each stoke is more precise and better thought than the previous one. Some other artists die without the proper acknowledgment that their work deserves, however, what people think of their work can never influence the magnitude of its quality. A masterpiece, is a masterpiece even when there is no one to admire it and most things done with effort and passion are worth a standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Introduction, Artistic Component, Artists From the Past, Artists From the Present, Charles Dickens, David Hockney, Conclusion &amp;amp; final edits of the other artists. Painted &amp;quot;Tower Bridge Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;London Eye Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Ken Shuttleworth, core information for Monet, Sir Christopher Wren &amp;amp; JK. Rowling &amp;amp; formatting of information in the deliverable. Painted &amp;quot;Big Ben Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Gherkin Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:vjmanzo|Vincent Manzo]] &amp;amp; [[User:Cclark|Constance Clark]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Advisors&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that we choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. Kristy has gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college, while Sofia, as a future architectural engineer is able to provide insight from a different perspective, also having taken painting lessons since a very young age. This project combines our favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message that we wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The title of this Milestone was chosen to be &amp;quot;Adding Pigment&amp;quot; as for every person that goes through London is not only influenced by it and its weather as seen in [[Colourless London]], but at the same time, they leave a piece of them that adds to the beauty of this city. In the same way as they take inspiration from the amazing stories London has to tell, they create a new chapter, and if they do it well, a really good one. Each artist presented in the background of this Milestone was chosen because of their irrefutable relevance to the history of London in the artistic side. In the background, we present the way in which different situations they lived conducted them to become some of the most influential and inspiring individuals the streets of London have ever seen. Likewise, each artist is known to have revolutionized in some way their field &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the existing base of knowledge and techniques. From the fields of Painting, Literature and Architecture, we chose a set of six artists divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the Past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the Present&amp;quot; to, in some way, categorize them by periods and let the readers draw conclusions about the similar traits in their work. Inspired by these great minds, we leave in the deliverable our own works of art painting the same sites where pictures were taken for Colourless London, choosing a specific picture for each one and &amp;quot;replicating it&amp;quot; in some way with acrylic paintings, just the way David Hockey used to do with his photography. The difference, however, is that we aim to emphasize the contrast between the gray color palette seen in the pictures that characterizes London and the use of color in our paintings that represents our perspective of the city. In this way we seek to add pigment to the scenery in a literal and metaphorical way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Despite the widespread social anxiety caused by the fog, many artists found in it a source of inspiration from a wide broad of perspectives. For some, fog represented a looming presence, alive and malignant.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. S.l.: BELKNAP HARVARD. pp 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote from &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot; by Corton perfectly exemplifies the way in which some people used too feel about the fog, however, for some other many artists, the fog could be seen as magical or even romantic. The same thing could be seen from very different perspectives and used for many different purposes. The fog could be used by robbers to easily disappear after their theft and the same fog could also be used by artists like Monet to show the world the beauty of a city like London. Likewise the fog could be the source of sickness and depression or could also be the source of motivation and inspiration, giving a person's mind the push needed to boost their creativity. Just like that, the city of London has been the source of inspiration and spectator of some of the greatest minds the world has seen. From painters to writers to architects, London has evoked many &amp;quot;shades of feelings&amp;quot; that have driven locals and foreigners to accomplish great things. &lt;br /&gt;
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==Artists From the Past==&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a city immersed in its own history, London has seen a lot happening through its streets, and by digging in the past, it is easy to find a more gloomy, mysterious and heavy perspective of the fog, enraptured in all kinds of art. The following representatives were chosen because of their imminent and irrefutable success in their disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Monet===&lt;br /&gt;
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Claude Monet was a French artist of the Impressionist movement. He was actually so influential to this movement that it was named after one of his paintings called ''Impression, Sunrise''. The painting was named like that because, as stated in the book &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot; by House, &amp;quot;you can only see an impression of the sunrise and the person in it because he changed a lot his subjects and how he depicted them&amp;quot;.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;The the viewer has to analyze, assume and connect the dots to figure out the purpose of the painting. This was not exactly abstract art but it was definitely different from any sort of traditional art at that time. Monet was a revolutionary and the complexity of his works continues to amaze the most demanding art critics and attract collectors from all over the globe. Unlike many other famous artists, when Monet started, he had no prior knowledge of art techniques, which may have been the cause of him developing his own. However, he was surely inspired by many other artists before him. Today Monet is one of the best-known artists in the world. In the creation of his own style, his purpose was to overcome the tradition of detailed works of art and use intense brushstrokes to create an impression of a painting. According to his biography, &amp;quot;Monet by himself&amp;quot;, he started painting in Paris many scenes of the Seine river as well as impressions of landscapes of the place he lived in at different times of the day. This specific trait defines his work, because this technique was not only very useful for practice, but also allowed the viewer to perceive the scene from different perspectives of the same place and by the same artist as he played with the changes in light. We can clearly see this technique in one of his biggest collections of paintings; Water Lilies, that he painted when he was living in Givenchy. Monet moved a lot during his life mainly within France, however, during the Franco-Prussian War, he moved to London for two years. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Monet, C., &amp;amp; Kendall, R. (2003). Monet by Himself: Paintings, drawings, pastels, letters. Boston: Little, Brown, Chapter 1. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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During his time in London, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the captivating inspiration that emerged from the city's mesmerizing views. Using his technique, he painted many of its landscapes and buildings at different times of the day, as he was known for. He painted many views from the Thames, including Parliament and Westminster and even though it was only for a short period of time, his time in London marked his artistic career. In the book &amp;quot;London Fog, Christine Corton states: &amp;quot; His short stay in London resulted in the largest series of paintings that he had yet produced.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 182. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Monet, as many other artists, admired the London fog and its presence in his paintings was not only evident, but often even highlighted. The fog gave his paintings some sort of uniqueness and contributed to his Impressionism. As Christine Corton said in her book ''London Fog'' Monet commented &amp;quot; Without the fog, London wouldn't be a beautiful city... It's the fog that gives it it's magnificent breadth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 184. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This was a very outlandish way of viewing one of the nation's greatest struggle, but once again, he was a revolutionary. He was most likely intrigued by the fog as it went alongside his style and it was in such an abundance he had never seen before. There was probably not another city in the world that united the large amounts of fog and the astonishing man-made landscapes that were also full of meaning and history. In his paintings, he portrays the fog as part of the landscape or the impression of the landscape, which gave him great popularity due to his creativity and the originality of his works. In that time, there was certainly no other painter like Monet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet he did not paint with a lot of details, he created his works in such a way in which any Londoner would recognize the setting of his paintings. In addition to this, as he painted the same scene in different times of the day, he changed the colors to illustrate the different light patterns. The &amp;quot;special touch&amp;quot; or as we call it in this milestone &amp;quot;pigment&amp;quot; Monet added to his field was his originality and how even though he painted the same scene many times, each painting was unique. As posted in the official webpage of the National Gallery, in Monet's paintings &amp;quot;distance and perspective are abolished; a limitless expanse of water occupies our entire field of vision.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/claude-monet-water-lilies &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His paintings portrayed the idea of constant change and the beauty of it, in House's book, &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot;, he explains how Monet worried a lot about &amp;quot;the ever-changing environment and the effects of light in his paintings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even though it was the same landscape, this technique allowed the viewer imagine that it was a completely different environment. He focused a lot on the effects of light of the painting and used a distinct color palette for each painting. This different use of light and color provided him the irrefutable fame he keeps until today, when his biography is now studied at schools and his techniques are implemented by artists all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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===Charles Dickens===&lt;br /&gt;
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Charles Dickens was part of a huge family, being born the second of eight children on 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His parents named him Charles John Huffam Dickens and even though many people have heard about him and his work, not everyone knows about his middle names because he decided never to use them and e simply known as Charles Dickens. Even though he was raised with high aspirations of himself, it is almost impossible for him to have imagined the reach of his literary work in later years and how much his early life would influence him in the future. He was in London for the first time at the age of three because of his father's work. Although most people are unaware at such an early age, it is believed that he &amp;quot;absorbed the sights, smells and sounds of the City&amp;quot; according to his biography in the official Dickens London Tours.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As in any big family, money issues started to arise, however, that did not stop them from being happy in the early days. Nevertheless, it became a real problem for Charles when he was twelve, as his father was imprisoned for debt. To help with the family needs, Charles was forced to leave school and start working. We can easily infer that he did not make much money as a twelve year old, and that having his childhood taken away from him because of his parents mistakes left him very unhappy. For it was not his fault at all that his father was imprisoned, but yet he had to pay for his mistakes. This caused him great suffering but he sacrificed himself to help his family. As his biography by Biography.com Editors mentions, &amp;quot;He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he had no clue back then, this situation gave him the freedom to explore the streets and corners of London. He got to know every secret the city had, and by paying close attention to his surroundings he was able to get to know it &amp;quot;like the back of his hand&amp;quot;. However, Dickens is credited with a passion for London and according to Michael and Mollie Hardwick in their book Dickens's England, &amp;quot;he entertained no such thing&amp;quot;. For he grew up in the streets of London and this was not by choice, which allowed him to &amp;quot;greedily observe and absorb the city&amp;quot; getting to know it with &amp;quot;extensive and peculiar knowledge&amp;quot; as said by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, &amp;quot;but not loving it&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hardwick, M., &amp;amp; Hardwick, M. (1970). Dickens's England. London: Dent&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Despite this, it was not all bad for young Charles, because living as an adult while being a child also must have formed his character from a very early age and force him to mature and above all... think. Then according to a biography posted by BBC, for a short period of time he was able to go back to school when his father received and inheritance and was let free. However, his freedom lasted for a short period of time, as by the age of fifteen the biography in BBC's official website tells that he got a job as an office boy to help out his family again. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; BBC . (n.d.). History - Charles Dickens. Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Maybe this was not what he would have wanted for himself but this job propelled his writing career. His career began as a journalist for a local news paper, as many other authors. This job also allowed him to get to know a lot of people and start building a network of contacts that would allow him to keep escalating up in his career. Even back then he could infer the importance of &amp;quot;knowing people&amp;quot; so he did and soon he started getting better and better jobs still as a journalist, collaborating also with other artists to create material for the press. He started publishing monthly parts of what he called &amp;quot;The Pickwick Papers&amp;quot; in the newspaper and it was a massive success. By this time, Charles's personal life was also going very well, as in 1836 he married Catherine Hogarth, who would give him the great gift of parenthood about a year after. Charles gave his name to his first son with Catherine Hogarth, who would give him another nine children.&lt;br /&gt;
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After his first great success, he started to write nonstop and still with great quality, style and attention to detail. Very few people know London as he did, which allowed him to be the voice of the city itself. He had a very special way of writing about London granted by the events he went through in his childhood to what he also added his own touch. His increasing popularity allowed him to travel the world with his wife and even live in different places with her. However, he never took traveling as a vacation, for he continued to write and publish during these periods of time as if his travels only inspired him more and more instead off exhausting him. He was also, in general, a very nice person as he helped to found &amp;quot;The Guild of Literature and Arts&amp;quot; which was an organization that helped young artists struggling to make it through by presenting plays to the public. As he has once struggled in his life he probably founded this to help other fellow artists struggle a little bit less as they started to build their career just like he did. In addition to this, he also often performed as a character in the plays presented by that organization. Close to the end of his life, Dickens separated from his wife and started to see his children less. In the biography of Charles Dickens posted in the official website of the Dickens London Tours, Charles's daughter Kate recalled, &amp;quot;My father was like a madman… He did not care a damn what happened to any of us. Nothing could surpass the misery and unhappiness of our house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also according to that same biography, rumors spread about Charles Dickens's marriage ending because he was having an affair with his sister-in-law Georgina Hogarth. Dickens died at the age of 58 in England and was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. The most amazing thing about his unique perspective of London is the way despite all the struggles his life brought to him, he never stopped writing. And this is proven by the fact that by the time of his death he left his final novel &amp;quot;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&amp;quot; unfinished. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Charles Dickens is taught in schools all around the world as one of the main characters of English Literature, and he became himself a source of inspiration immediately linked to London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinniswood said in his book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile&amp;quot; that Christopher Wren &amp;quot;was the greatest architect Britain has ever known&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; London and its skyline wouldn't be as we know them nowadays if it wasn't for Sir Cristopher Wren and his irrefutable talent and hard work. In the year 1666, London was struck by a great tragedy that destroyed the majority of the city. This incident started as an honest mistake in a bakery shop. The Great Fire of London demolished many buildings in London including the greatest buildings. These buildings were not made of wood but when the rock was heated, it exploded. After this enormous catastrophe, Sir Christopher Wren was given the urgent task of reconstructing many churches. St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest work with his design of the dome. St. Paul was above all the work of his life, not only because of the magnitude of the project but also because of how much time he devoted to it. You can see this dome from various views from different angles of the city. Each angle shows the magnificent glory of its design, however, my personal favorite is from across the Millennium Bridge. This Cathedral is one of the most visited landmarks in the city because everyone wants to appreciate the design not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wren designed and reconstructed this building to wonder everyone that seeks to appreciate it today.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As incredible as it may sound, the architect that designed the majestic dome in St. Paul's Cathedral was also a skilled scientist with several other talents that were all probably useful in some way during the process of designing and building the cathedral. As Lisa Jardine said in her book about Wren called ''On a grander scale: The outstanding life of Sir Christopher Wren'':  &amp;quot;Wren was a versatile genius who could have pursued a number of brilliant careers with equal virtuosity. A mathematical prodigy, an accomplished astronomer, a skillful anatomist, and a founder of the Royal Society&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, Wren was a genius. He started his career as a scientist and graduated from Oxford University, which fills the institution with pride and they ensure it is widely known. Sir Christopher Wren was very knowledgeable and his most intimate friends were also renown scientists, brilliant people responsible for the greatest accomplishments in a wide variety of fields. This is proven by the text written on the cover of the book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile: A life of Cristopher Wren&amp;quot; by Tinniswood and Graham: &amp;quot;Wren's famous research in science included: mapping the moon and the stars, investigating the problem of longitude and the rings of Saturn, and carrying out groundbreaking experiments into the circulation of the blood.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And not only did he make his own research but also collaborated with his fellow scientists' work as stated by the author Lisa Jardine: &amp;quot;His observations on comments, meteorology, and muscular action made vital contributions to the developing ideas of Newton, Halley and Boyle.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, just as in Dickens's case, his network helped him escalate in his career, getting to know many important people of his time. As supported in the book &amp;quot;Wren&amp;quot; by Margaret  Whinney, &amp;quot;His connection to the Royal Society brought him into personal touch the King. He mapped moons and the trajectories of comets for kings and lived and worked under six monarchs.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Whinney, M. (1971). Wren. London: Thames &amp;amp; Hudson. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As it is easy to assume, back then, it was extremely important to have contact with the King, it opened an infinite amount of doors sometimes without the need of even knocking. Wren's career as an architect succeeded mainly because of this connection with royal people, as when he was appointed to rebuild the city after The great Fire of London, he ended up building approximately 50 churches. And as everyone was delighted with the course of his work, Wren also worked at Hampton Court Palace rebuilding the south view.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is important to emphasize as well how amazing it was that he succeeded in the field of architecture without any previous knowledge about it, making it up with the knowledge he had of other fields such as math. He is the greatest example of how, with hard work and the right connections, there is nothing unachievable. He must have had outstanding observation skills and was probably inspired by a couple of architects of his time. Little did he know he was to become an architect that would continue to inspire many, even centuries after his death. Also, as he succeeded in architecture, he never forgot his passion for science as many of this buildings had scientific purposes that very few people know about. It is easy to admire the magnificence of his buildings but as you pay close attention to the details he worked on for each one of them, it is impossible not to be filled with great astonishment. For example, as Lisa Jardine also explained in her book: &amp;quot;The Monument of the Great Fire of London was built with a subterranean laboratory and the southwest tower of St Paul's was used as a vertical telescope during its construction. Both were designed to function simultaneously as public monuments and as oversize scientific instruments.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; When we think about Sir Christopher Wren's contributions to the history of London it is like every church he made was &amp;quot;a stroke of his brush&amp;quot; (figuratively speaking) &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the London skyline and at the same time, devoting his life to his passions as he created a masterpieces of such magnitude as is St. Paul's Cathedral. He let his talents flourish so that all of us could be able to enjoy them. Finally, we could say that despite his fame and success he remains a modest man, for when he was dying he asked not to have a huge statue to honor him but to simply be buried in his greatest accomplishment, St. Paul's Cathedral, letting that be the &amp;quot;monument&amp;quot; to honor his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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In more contemporary times, leaving behind the dense, yellow and deadly fog as an everyday scene, London is a setting that enraptures less mystery and more and more magic. More color and a wider variety of emotions are displayed in all forms of art.&lt;br /&gt;
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J.K. Rowling has impacted many people's lives with her books, people of all razes, nationalities, religions and even ages. She has inspired young people to discover the joy of reading and entertained adults with her stories full of magic, mystery and suspense. It is not uncommon to hear about adolescents that had never grabbed a book in their lives falling in love with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. And that is the thing, It is amazing how her reading had the power to impact a whole generation and turn them into &amp;quot;Potterheads&amp;quot;. All it takes is a good book to inspire people to read and J.K. Rowling wrote many great pieces of literature that are still great gifts for people of all ages. She is best known for her Harry Potter Series, which made her worldwide famous, and apart from these, J.K. Rowling has written several more books. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her official website starts her biography like this: &amp;quot;Joanne Rowling was born on 1965 just outside Bristol, and grew up in Gloucestershire in England and in Chepstow, Gwent, in south-east Wales.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J.K. Rowling. (n.d.). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.jkrowling.com/about/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the places that marked her literature the most were London and Edinburgh. As a woman that developed in the generation of information and revolution of technology, she had the opportunity to travel a lot and live in many places even before being famous. After getting her degree she moved to London, where she was inspired to write about Harry Potter as she sat in a train station. In her biography written by Sean Smith it is said: &amp;quot;She conceived the idea of Harry Potter while sitting on a delayed train from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It seems almost ironic that after traveling so much, she came to get the idea that would change her life forever in the same country where she was born. She was inspired by her surroundings and wrote what she observed adding a creative component to it; her personal touch. For example, in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: parts one and two: in Chapter 1 ''KING'S CROSS'' she wrote: &amp;quot;A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. pp. 6&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Every word is perfectly placed in her sentences and invites the audience to keep reading almost effortlessly; as if the words had the ability to flow by themselves into our imaginations. However, until then this line could belong to any story set in that station, until J.K. Rowling adds the magic in Chapter 2 ''PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS'' as she says: &amp;quot;And which is also busy, but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it's now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved project.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown.pp.9&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She made of the streets of London a magical place full of wonders to discover that would only be available to &amp;quot;the chosen ones&amp;quot; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, even though she started in London, she also moved a lot while she was writing the series. Another of the major cities that highly inspired her writing was Edinburgh, Scotland. Just like London, a city full of a great deal of history and mystery that was a perfect source of inspiration for the young writer's imagination. As we visited Edinburgh, it was easy to spot the settings she chose to incorporate in some of the scenes of the books. Settings such as Hogwarts, the Quiddich Stadium, the cemetery and Diagon Alley. Even the four houses of Hogwarts that in the books were &amp;quot;named after the four founders of the school&amp;quot; (Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin) are suspected to e inspired by the houses of one of the most prestigious schools in Scotland that is set in Edinburgh and casually carry the same colors as the four houses in Hogwarts. &amp;quot;George Heriot’s houses Castle, Lauriston, Raeburn and Greyfriars correspond to Rowling’s own Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hodder, A. (2015, October 18). The Top Places To Visit In Edinburgh for Harry Potter Fans. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/scotland/articles/the-top-6-locations-for-harry-potter-fans-in-edinburgh/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, George Heriot’s School has a sports tournament every four years with other two schools of the United Kingdom. Many of the characters' names were also presumably derived from people who died in the city and are buried in Greyfriars Cemetery. Going to Scotland and hearing everyone; from tour guides, to store owners, to residents, talk about all these peculiar similarities between the city and her books was a little bit disappointing, but it also made us realize that all these details have always been out there for anyone to use and she was the only one with the imagination and intellect to do so. J.K. Rowling left her &amp;quot;stroke of pigment&amp;quot; in Edinburgh just as she did in London, writing her stories mainly in local cafes, that today are touristic spots. A famous one is  Elephant House, where now it is famously known for being &amp;quot;The Birthplace of Harry Potter&amp;quot; as the owners decided to announce it like. In several webpages they're announces with the following phrase: “Magic! Is the only way to describe The Elephant House. Experience the same atmosphere that J.K. Rowling did as she mulled over coffee writing her first Harry Potter novel. Experience the friendliness of the staff, our extensive menus and the magical view of Edinburgh Castle. Not to forget…the elephants”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The magic brew called Potter. (2016, October 09). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/The-magic-brew-called-Potter/article15396369.ece&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For her great influence in the pop culture today, her impact on the places where she wrote and her devotion to her passion for literature, J.K Rowling is a woman worthy of admiration. Also, J.K. Rowling's life before Harry Potter was not easy. Smith also wrote: &amp;quot;She encountered many obstacles and misfortunes before and during the writing process.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She took a long time writing the first book in the Harry Potter series but she never gave up and all her hard work is now being recompensed. She is a highly admired author with an impeccable reputation and she is also very rich. In fact, J.K. Rowling is considered by Forbes to be the second highest paid woman in entertainment. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; The 20 Richest Women In Entertainment. (2007, January 18). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/2007/01/17/richest-women-entertainment-tech-media-cz_lg_richwomen07_0118womenstars_lander.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, being rich is not comparable to the satisfaction she must feel as she receives flattering and well deserved positive reviews of her books and so much love from her fandom that beg fore more of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Miss Rowling is a great example of a creator that took as much as she could from what her environment in Edinburgh and London had to offer and she gave back to other cities becoming part of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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David Hockney, born on 1937, has become one of the most influential figures in modern art, mostly because of all the different techniques he used and the ones he developed for his work. Also because of all the disciplines where he excelled as an artist throughout his entire life, which still continues. &amp;quot;David Hockney is an English painter, printmaker, stage designer and photographer and one of the most important figures in modern art.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. (2017, April 26). David Hockney. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/David-Hockney&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The city were he was born, Bradford, was, just as London, a poor victim of the fog, in a biography written by Christopher Simon Sykes, he explains: &amp;quot;for the two hundred or so chimneys of the woollen mills were belching out fumes all day, which sank slowly into the basin in which the city lies, and made Bradford then one of the smokiest cities on earth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2011). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 1). London: Century, pp. 1-25&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. In that same book, the author reveals an interview with Hockney in which he says that he knew that he wanted to e an artist since the age of 10 and his parents always encouraged him to develop his talent. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Interview with David Hockney by Christopher Simon Skyes, June 2009&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Hockney was also known to e quite a good student and hard working artist that loved experimenting with different forms of art. He also travelled quite a lot and loved the state of California in the U.S., where he still owns a house. &amp;quot;The swimming pools of L.A. were one of his favorite subjects, and he became known for large, iconic works such as A Bigger Splash.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; One of the most outstanding characteristics of &amp;quot;A Bigger Splash is the technique he used to paint. He first took the pictures of the people he was going to pain and then pitting together a bunch of these pictures he would put the person in the pose he wanted to paint. An example of this technique is shown below in the pictures. where it is easier to appreciate the complexity of Hockney's work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides being an admirable artist, he was never hesitant to show himself to the world and stand up for his personal beliefs. For example, in December of 1964, &amp;quot;Hockney returned to London to give a talk on homosexual imagery in America&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, his romances affected him so much that later in his life he suffered from depression after breaking up with a boyfriend he even lived with for a while. &amp;quot;Hockney was devastated and started taking Valium to combat the depression and loneliness he suffered.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, despite all the tough times he went through in his life, he never let that intervene with his work as he has a huge amount of collections of different types of art always looking for a way to interact with the viewer through his work. &amp;quot;Hockney is not at all involved in the creation of beauty as an end in itself. It is exactly this didactic urgency, this need to be heard plainly and to be understood clearly, which is the basis of his phenomenal popularity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tuchman, M., &amp;amp; Barron, S. (1989). David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, pp. 13&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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In one of his expositions, also shown below, he wrote &amp;quot;Perspective should e reversed... specially in photography&amp;quot;. He has definitely been a revolutionary artist that has been looked up to for over half a century now. Hockney is widely known for his adaptability and his ability to create new techniques using the emerging technologies. In photography, specifically he turned to “recreate photography” in a way in which, as he said in another interview with Sykes, “a photograph that could be described as having a strong illusion of reality”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2014). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 2). London: Century, pp. 160&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Though Hockney does not have a great number of photographies or paintings of London itself, he has been one of the most influential and innovative British artists for the past half a century. He developed a way to give a story to his images, instead of just leaving them as a single photograph. Through his collages, makes his characters come to life and is able to transmit emotions and ideas, creating a reality for each one and showing it to its viewers. And with his method of combining photography and painting, he &amp;quot;added his pigment&amp;quot; to both fields. In a 2011 poll of more than 1,000 British artists, Hockney was voted the most influential British artist of all time. He continues to paint and exhibit, and advocates for funding for the arts. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH05.jpg|''Gregory Swimming, Los Angeles, March 1st 1982 Composite Polaroid 70.5 x 130''&lt;br /&gt;
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Ken Shuttleworth, just as Christopher Wren, transformed completely London's skyline. According to his biography in his paper ''Form and Skin'', he was born in 1952 and studied at Leicester Polytechnic, where he got a degree with distinction in Architecture in 1977. According to that same paper, in 1974 he joined the architectural firm of Foster and Partners and shortly after became a registered architect. Then, in 1991 he became a partner of the firm &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot;, where he was responsible for the design of significant projects. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Since his time at college, he has been known as a great designer. In class, he would take half of the time his classmates would to finish his designs. His fast and impressive work gave him the nickname &amp;quot;Ken the Pen&amp;quot;. During his time in &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot; he designed what &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; news paper called &amp;quot;some of the world's most iconic buildings&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;.  Referring to masterpieces such as the Shanghai Banking Corporation’s headquarters and London's St Mary Axe or best known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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He certainly succeeded after college in &amp;quot;Foster Associates&amp;quot;, however, in 2003 he decided to leave the firm. As Shuttleworth always thought architects to have a big purpose, he felt like he could do more than working for a big firm, and this was a particularly big firm. &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; published about it in 2003 saying that &amp;quot;with a staff of nearly 600 and over 100 projects on the computer screens&amp;quot;, Foster Associates was &amp;quot;one of the world's busiest and highest-profile architectural practices.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As he moved on from Foster Associates, he founded his own firm, &amp;quot;Make&amp;quot;, in 2004. With him on the lead this firm was prompt to succed, and it did. In his paper &amp;quot;Form and Skin&amp;quot;, he wrote: &amp;quot;It grew to one od the UK's foremost architectural firms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Looking back into his life, his passion for design began at very young age. &amp;quot;The Guardian news paper once wrote about how with the help of his father he followed his passion and magnified his talent: &amp;quot;His father, an accountant, encouraged him: &amp;quot;He hated being an accountant. He said, 'Whatever you do, you should really enjoy doing it'.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Fairs, M. (2003, January 22). Ken Shuttleworth: architecture's best-kept secret. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2003/jan/22/architecture.artsfeatures &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He followed his fathers advice and became a magnificent architect worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; also wrote referring to Ken, &amp;quot;&amp;quot;He is one of the best hidden talents in the UK,&amp;quot; says Stuart Lipton, the chairman of the government's architecture watchdog of the Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment (CABE).&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote perfectly conveys to major ideas; the first one about his irrefutable talent, and the second one out how little is actually known about him. Unlike we had expected, finding information about Shuttleworth was somehow hard because he has always lived life with a low profile. However, after reading his papers and articles you can clearly see what an amazing architect he is. He wrote in the article &amp;quot;Throwing stones at those in glass houses, &amp;quot;Architects and environmental engineers have never had such an important role and we should take the initiative, seize the opportunity before it’s too late. Now is the time to wake up... and use our creativity, our curiosity and our passion for exploration...  to help save the planet&amp;quot;. Because of his passion and drive, he is a source of inspiration to many young architects. Reading his words reminded us that being an architect is an important role in the world and it is not just designing a pretty building. That sense of commitment and great creativity that he possesses and uses to improve our society is what makes him a person worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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Using David Hockney's technique of &amp;quot;Painting with Pictures&amp;quot;, we chose one picture of each site described in the Milestone [[Colourless London]] and we made them into paintings, emphasizing the use of bright colors inspired by Monet's impressionism and making an imminent contrast with the pictures' monochromatic feel. Each set represents our own way of &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the city's most emblematic sites and to the way people usually perceive London.&lt;br /&gt;
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The colors used were inspired by one of the pictures of the girls in this HUA program, Emily Wilson. She took this picture from the same bridge I painted and the colors in the sunset inspired me to choose the color scheme in my work. However, I decided to paint a morning instead of a sunset, symbolizing a fresh start for the city of London. That is why the sky is a mostly blue and the bridge is of the colors of Emily's picture as if it had absorbed the sunset of the previous day, symbolizing that even though it is a fresh start, the past is still part of the city, or in this case, the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Purple is the most powerful wavelength of the rainbow and The London Eye world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. Also Purple is my favorite color. Finally I was inspired to choose that color scheme by this flowers I bought in Columbia Road Flower Market, in London. Because they enrapture the beauty I see in the streets of London, despite all opposing opinions and catastrophic events that have hit this city, which I like to think still stands strong.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I used the picture Kristy took ''Colourless Big Ben'' as a model and the colors in the flag of the United Kingdom as an inspiration to create this painting. I used the radiant colors in the flag to represent Parliament and the citizens in the UK. The Big Ben identifies London as the flag identifies the UK. With the use of different shades of blue, I created a sky as in the picture. To show the different levels of the top of the building I used either blue or red for each level. What the attract details represent is the trust of the citizens of London in their government fading away by disappointment. I decided to convey this message as a strong statement, knowing that as the citizens are the base of the society, if they loose trust in their government, the structure will not stand for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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This building is known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot; but its official name is 30 St Mary Axe. This nickname was given because of its similarity to the Mexican sour gherkin. The green colors used in this painting were inspired by two things, this Mexican sour gherkin, and the architect that designed it, Ken Shuttleworth. Shuttleworth cares deeply for the environment and saving the planet, which is why the color scheme that I chose is in the greens and light blues, representing the colors of a field of grass. I liked the irony as well of painting a modern skyscraper with the same colors I would use to paint a plant. Also meaning that among all the development of the city, it is still important to keep the environment in mind, for London has already suffered enough by the filthiness of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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==St. Paul's Cathedral==&lt;br /&gt;
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| [[File:SP03.png|thumb|upright|alt=photo by Kristy Giacoman|''Colourless St. Paul's Cathedral'']]&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Paul's Cathedral represents the change in beliefs of the whole country. This painting was done by the both of us and we decided to use two pictures we took to inspire us and combine them into one, symbolizing how the different cultures and beliefs of the world merge to create this wonderful and &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; city of London. The green used is inspired by Sofia's picture and the grayish blue and purple have inspired the picture Kristy took. This painting represents unity within us and within London citizens. This unity comes to life in the deepest desires kept in the hearts of the good people of London that have been hurt by the recent events more than ever before. However, despite this, the hope of unity in diversity remains vibrant with people that are willing to stand up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, artists from the past and from the present are compared and contrasted. There is one artist chosen for each of the fields involved in the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;; Painting, Literature and Architecture. The intention was to outline the main differences in their styles and how they each one of them portrayed their environment from their very own perspectives and translated it into their works of art. In the same way, biographical facts are provided to give the reader a reference of how life circumstances and setting might have been influential in the artists' work. This Milestone is the linking point between [[Courless London]] and [[Colourful Reality]], giving meaning to the rest of the project &amp;quot;[[user:akgiacoman|A London Full of Colour]]&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, for the deliverable, our own work is presented. With this, we intend to show our own perspective of London which contrasts with the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] in an extreme way. We tried to add some pigment of our own to create a much more [[Colourful Reality]] for ourselves. The paintings emphasize the use of colors in a symbolic way, what they represent are our different emotions and life experiences that stoke our lives, sometimes in unexpected ways, but always resulting in a breath taking outcome. Life is our very own masterpiece, it is what we make it and it is not in the very least monochromatic. In the contrary, all the aspects of our lives merge to create a unique work of art, that certainly might not be of everyone's liking, but then again, the only opinion that truly matters is that of the artist that made the masterpiece. In some occasions, the artist regrets the path he or she took and if given a second chance, would have done things differently. However, the work is done, the masterpiece is complete, and we can either live in regret or move forward in such ways where each stoke is more precise and better thought than the previous one. Some other artists die without the proper acknowledgment that their work deserves, however, what people think of their work can never influence the magnitude of its quality. A masterpiece, is a masterpiece even when there is no one to admire it and most things done with effort and passion are worth a standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;
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=Attribution of Work=&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Introduction, Artistic Component, Artists From the Past, Artists From the Present, Charles Dickens, David Hockney, Conclusion &amp;amp; final edits of the other artists. Painted &amp;quot;Tower Bridge Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;London Eye Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Ken Shuttleworth, core information for Monet, Sir Christopher Wren &amp;amp; JK. Rowling &amp;amp; formatting of information in the deliverable. Painted &amp;quot;Big Ben Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Gherkin Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Adding Pigment</title>
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[[User:akgiacoman|&amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;]]  is a project that aims to portray a different reality of the daily life of London citizens. By picturing different scenarios in their reality comparing them to the reality that we choose for each one of them, the audience is able to admire the beauty and uniqueness of the city from a different perspective. Kristy has gone to international poetry competitions and taken painting and photography courses before arriving to college, while Sofia, as a future architectural engineer is able to provide insight from a different perspective, also having taken painting lessons since a very young age. This project combines our favorite forms of expression through art and hopefully brightens the days of the viewers. The main message that we wish to convey is that every single one of us chooses the reality they want to live in, meaning that the same place could be seen as a prison for our souls or a wonderland for our imagination. The goal of this Milestone, however, is to paint five acrylic surrealistic paintings of the most emblematic sites in London exaggerating the use of bright colors instead of the usual gray palette that is seen due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;
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The title of this Milestone was chosen to be &amp;quot;Adding Pigment&amp;quot; as for every person that goes through London is not only influenced by it and its weather as seen in [[Colourless London]], but at the same time, they leave a piece of them that adds to the beauty of this city. In the same way as they take inspiration from the amazing stories London has to tell, they create a new chapter, and if they do it well, a really good one. Each artist presented in the background of this Milestone was chosen because of their irrefutable relevance to the history of London in the artistic side. In the background, we present the way in which different situations they lived conducted them to become some of the most influential and inspiring individuals the streets of London have ever seen. Likewise, each artist is known to have revolutionized in some way their field &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the existing base of knowledge and techniques. From the fields of Painting, Literature and Architecture, we chose a set of six artists divided in &amp;quot;Artists from the Past&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Artists from the Present&amp;quot; to, in some way, categorize them by periods and let the readers draw conclusions about the similar traits in their work. Inspired by these great minds, we leave in the deliverable our own works of art painting the same sites where pictures were taken for Colourless London, choosing a specific picture for each one and &amp;quot;replicating it&amp;quot; in some way with acrylic paintings, just the way David Hockey used to do with his photography. The difference, however, is that we aim to emphasize the contrast between the gray color palette seen in the pictures that characterizes London and the use of color in our paintings that represents our perspective of the city. In this way we seek to add pigment to the scenery in a literal and metaphorical way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Despite the widespread social anxiety caused by the fog, many artists found in it a source of inspiration from a wide broad of perspectives. For some, fog represented a looming presence, alive and malignant.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;CORTON, C. L. (2015). LONDON FOG: the biography. S.l.: BELKNAP HARVARD. pp 1.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote from &amp;quot;The London Fog&amp;quot; by Corton perfectly exemplifies the way in which some people used too feel about the fog, however, for some other many artists, the fog could be seen as magical or even romantic. The same thing could be seen from very different perspectives and used for many different purposes. The fog could be used by robbers to easily disappear after their theft and the same fog could also be used by artists like Monet to show the world the beauty of a city like London. Likewise the fog could be the source of sickness and depression or could also be the source of motivation and inspiration, giving a person's mind the push needed to boost their creativity. Just like that, the city of London has been the source of inspiration and spectator of some of the greatest minds the world has seen. From painters to writers to architects, London has evoked many &amp;quot;shades of feelings&amp;quot; that have driven locals and foreigners to accomplish great things. &lt;br /&gt;
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Being a city immersed in its own history, London has seen a lot happening through its streets, and by digging in the past, it is easy to find a more gloomy, mysterious and heavy perspective of the fog, enraptured in all kinds of art. The following representatives were chosen because of their imminent and irrefutable success in their disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Monet===&lt;br /&gt;
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Claude Monet was a French artist of the Impressionist movement. He was actually so influential to this movement that it was named after one of his paintings called ''Impression, Sunrise''. The painting was named like that because, as stated in the book &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot; by House, &amp;quot;you can only see an impression of the sunrise and the person in it because he changed a lot his subjects and how he depicted them&amp;quot;.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;The the viewer has to analyze, assume and connect the dots to figure out the purpose of the painting. This was not exactly abstract art but it was definitely different from any sort of traditional art at that time. Monet was a revolutionary and the complexity of his works continues to amaze the most demanding art critics and attract collectors from all over the globe. Unlike many other famous artists, when Monet started, he had no prior knowledge of art techniques, which may have been the cause of him developing his own. However, he was surely inspired by many other artists before him. Today Monet is one of the best-known artists in the world. In the creation of his own style, his purpose was to overcome the tradition of detailed works of art and use intense brushstrokes to create an impression of a painting. According to his biography, &amp;quot;Monet by himself&amp;quot;, he started painting in Paris many scenes of the Seine river as well as impressions of landscapes of the place he lived in at different times of the day. This specific trait defines his work, because this technique was not only very useful for practice, but also allowed the viewer to perceive the scene from different perspectives of the same place and by the same artist as he played with the changes in light. We can clearly see this technique in one of his biggest collections of paintings; Water Lilies, that he painted when he was living in Givenchy. Monet moved a lot during his life mainly within France, however, during the Franco-Prussian War, he moved to London for two years. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Monet, C., &amp;amp; Kendall, R. (2003). Monet by Himself: Paintings, drawings, pastels, letters. Boston: Little, Brown, Chapter 1. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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During his time in London, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the captivating inspiration that emerged from the city's mesmerizing views. Using his technique, he painted many of its landscapes and buildings at different times of the day, as he was known for. He painted many views from the Thames, including Parliament and Westminster and even though it was only for a short period of time, his time in London marked his artistic career. In the book &amp;quot;London Fog, Christine Corton states: &amp;quot; His short stay in London resulted in the largest series of paintings that he had yet produced.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 182. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Monet, as many other artists, admired the London fog and its presence in his paintings was not only evident, but often even highlighted. The fog gave his paintings some sort of uniqueness and contributed to his Impressionism. As Christine Corton said in her book ''London Fog'' Monet commented &amp;quot; Without the fog, London wouldn't be a beautiful city... It's the fog that gives it it's magnificent breadth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Corton, C. L. (2015). London Fog: the biography. S.l.: Belknap Harvard. pp 184. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This was a very outlandish way of viewing one of the nation's greatest struggle, but once again, he was a revolutionary. He was most likely intrigued by the fog as it went alongside his style and it was in such an abundance he had never seen before. There was probably not another city in the world that united the large amounts of fog and the astonishing man-made landscapes that were also full of meaning and history. In his paintings, he portrays the fog as part of the landscape or the impression of the landscape, which gave him great popularity due to his creativity and the originality of his works. In that time, there was certainly no other painter like Monet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet he did not paint with a lot of details, he created his works in such a way in which any Londoner would recognize the setting of his paintings. In addition to this, as he painted the same scene in different times of the day, he changed the colors to illustrate the different light patterns. The &amp;quot;special touch&amp;quot; or as we call it in this milestone &amp;quot;pigment&amp;quot; Monet added to his field was his originality and how even though he painted the same scene many times, each painting was unique. As posted in the official webpage of the National Gallery, in Monet's paintings &amp;quot;distance and perspective are abolished; a limitless expanse of water occupies our entire field of vision.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/claude-monet-water-lilies &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; His paintings portrayed the idea of constant change and the beauty of it, in House's book, &amp;quot;Nature into art&amp;quot;, he explains how Monet worried a lot about &amp;quot;the ever-changing environment and the effects of light in his paintings.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; House, J. (1988). Nature into art. New Haven: Yale University Press.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Even though it was the same landscape, this technique allowed the viewer imagine that it was a completely different environment. He focused a lot on the effects of light of the painting and used a distinct color palette for each painting. This different use of light and color provided him the irrefutable fame he keeps until today, when his biography is now studied at schools and his techniques are implemented by artists all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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Charles Dickens was part of a huge family, being born the second of eight children on 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His parents named him Charles John Huffam Dickens and even though many people have heard about him and his work, not everyone knows about his middle names because he decided never to use them and e simply known as Charles Dickens. Even though he was raised with high aspirations of himself, it is almost impossible for him to have imagined the reach of his literary work in later years and how much his early life would influence him in the future. He was in London for the first time at the age of three because of his father's work. Although most people are unaware at such an early age, it is believed that he &amp;quot;absorbed the sights, smells and sounds of the City&amp;quot; according to his biography in the official Dickens London Tours.  &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As in any big family, money issues started to arise, however, that did not stop them from being happy in the early days. Nevertheless, it became a real problem for Charles when he was twelve, as his father was imprisoned for debt. To help with the family needs, Charles was forced to leave school and start working. We can easily infer that he did not make much money as a twelve year old, and that having his childhood taken away from him because of his parents mistakes left him very unhappy. For it was not his fault at all that his father was imprisoned, but yet he had to pay for his mistakes. This caused him great suffering but he sacrificed himself to help his family. As his biography by Biography.com Editors mentions, &amp;quot;He felt abandoned and betrayed by the adults who were supposed to take care of him.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he had no clue back then, this situation gave him the freedom to explore the streets and corners of London. He got to know every secret the city had, and by paying close attention to his surroundings he was able to get to know it &amp;quot;like the back of his hand&amp;quot;. However, Dickens is credited with a passion for London and according to Michael and Mollie Hardwick in their book Dickens's England, &amp;quot;he entertained no such thing&amp;quot;. For he grew up in the streets of London and this was not by choice, which allowed him to &amp;quot;greedily observe and absorb the city&amp;quot; getting to know it with &amp;quot;extensive and peculiar knowledge&amp;quot; as said by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, &amp;quot;but not loving it&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hardwick, M., &amp;amp; Hardwick, M. (1970). Dickens's England. London: Dent&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Despite this, it was not all bad for young Charles, because living as an adult while being a child also must have formed his character from a very early age and force him to mature and above all... think. Then according to a biography posted by BBC, for a short period of time he was able to go back to school when his father received and inheritance and was let free. However, his freedom lasted for a short period of time, as by the age of fifteen the biography in BBC's official website tells that he got a job as an office boy to help out his family again. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; BBC . (n.d.). History - Charles Dickens. Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/dickens_charles.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Maybe this was not what he would have wanted for himself but this job propelled his writing career. His career began as a journalist for a local news paper, as many other authors. This job also allowed him to get to know a lot of people and start building a network of contacts that would allow him to keep escalating up in his career. Even back then he could infer the importance of &amp;quot;knowing people&amp;quot; so he did and soon he started getting better and better jobs still as a journalist, collaborating also with other artists to create material for the press. He started publishing monthly parts of what he called &amp;quot;The Pickwick Papers&amp;quot; in the newspaper and it was a massive success. By this time, Charles's personal life was also going very well, as in 1836 he married Catherine Hogarth, who would give him the great gift of parenthood about a year after. Charles gave his name to his first son with Catherine Hogarth, who would give him another nine children.&lt;br /&gt;
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After his first great success, he started to write nonstop and still with great quality, style and attention to detail. Very few people know London as he did, which allowed him to be the voice of the city itself. He had a very special way of writing about London granted by the events he went through in his childhood to what he also added his own touch. His increasing popularity allowed him to travel the world with his wife and even live in different places with her. However, he never took traveling as a vacation, for he continued to write and publish during these periods of time as if his travels only inspired him more and more instead off exhausting him. He was also, in general, a very nice person as he helped to found &amp;quot;The Guild of Literature and Arts&amp;quot; which was an organization that helped young artists struggling to make it through by presenting plays to the public. As he has once struggled in his life he probably founded this to help other fellow artists struggle a little bit less as they started to build their career just like he did. In addition to this, he also often performed as a character in the plays presented by that organization. Close to the end of his life, Dickens separated from his wife and started to see his children less. In the biography of Charles Dickens posted in the official website of the Dickens London Tours, Charles's daughter Kate recalled, &amp;quot;My father was like a madman… He did not care a damn what happened to any of us. Nothing could surpass the misery and unhappiness of our house.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from http://www.dickenslondontours.co.uk/dickens-biography.htm&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also according to that same biography, rumors spread about Charles Dickens's marriage ending because he was having an affair with his sister-in-law Georgina Hogarth. Dickens died at the age of 58 in England and was buried in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. The most amazing thing about his unique perspective of London is the way despite all the struggles his life brought to him, he never stopped writing. And this is proven by the fact that by the time of his death he left his final novel &amp;quot;The Mystery of Edwin Drood&amp;quot; unfinished. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Charles Dickens. (2017, April 28). Retrieved June 06, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/charles-dickens-9274087&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Charles Dickens is taught in schools all around the world as one of the main characters of English Literature, and he became himself a source of inspiration immediately linked to London.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tinniswood said in his book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile&amp;quot; that Christopher Wren &amp;quot;was the greatest architect Britain has ever known&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; London and its skyline wouldn't be as we know them nowadays if it wasn't for Sir Cristopher Wren and his irrefutable talent and hard work. In the year 1666, London was struck by a great tragedy that destroyed the majority of the city. This incident started as an honest mistake in a bakery shop. The Great Fire of London demolished many buildings in London including the greatest buildings. These buildings were not made of wood but when the rock was heated, it exploded. After this enormous catastrophe, Sir Christopher Wren was given the urgent task of reconstructing many churches. St. Paul's Cathedral was his biggest work with his design of the dome. St. Paul was above all the work of his life, not only because of the magnitude of the project but also because of how much time he devoted to it. You can see this dome from various views from different angles of the city. Each angle shows the magnificent glory of its design, however, my personal favorite is from across the Millennium Bridge. This Cathedral is one of the most visited landmarks in the city because everyone wants to appreciate the design not only from the outside but also from the inside. Wren designed and reconstructed this building to wonder everyone that seeks to appreciate it today.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As incredible as it may sound, the architect that designed the majestic dome in St. Paul's Cathedral was also a skilled scientist with several other talents that were all probably useful in some way during the process of designing and building the cathedral. As Lisa Jardine said in her book about Wren called ''On a grander scale: The outstanding life of Sir Christopher Wren'':  &amp;quot;Wren was a versatile genius who could have pursued a number of brilliant careers with equal virtuosity. A mathematical prodigy, an accomplished astronomer, a skillful anatomist, and a founder of the Royal Society&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, Wren was a genius. He started his career as a scientist and graduated from Oxford University, which fills the institution with pride and they ensure it is widely known. Sir Christopher Wren was very knowledgeable and his most intimate friends were also renown scientists, brilliant people responsible for the greatest accomplishments in a wide variety of fields. This is proven by the text written on the cover of the book &amp;quot;His invention so fertile: A life of Cristopher Wren&amp;quot; by Tinniswood and Graham: &amp;quot;Wren's famous research in science included: mapping the moon and the stars, investigating the problem of longitude and the rings of Saturn, and carrying out groundbreaking experiments into the circulation of the blood.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tinniswood, A., &amp;amp; Graham, N. (2005). His invention so fertile: a life of Christopher Wren. London: Royal National Institute of the Blind.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; And not only did he make his own research but also collaborated with his fellow scientists' work as stated by the author Lisa Jardine: &amp;quot;His observations on comments, meteorology, and muscular action made vital contributions to the developing ideas of Newton, Halley and Boyle.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, just as in Dickens's case, his network helped him escalate in his career, getting to know many important people of his time. As supported in the book &amp;quot;Wren&amp;quot; by Margaret  Whinney, &amp;quot;His connection to the Royal Society brought him into personal touch the King. He mapped moons and the trajectories of comets for kings and lived and worked under six monarchs.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Whinney, M. (1971). Wren. London: Thames &amp;amp; Hudson. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As it is easy to assume, back then, it was extremely important to have contact with the King, it opened an infinite amount of doors sometimes without the need of even knocking. Wren's career as an architect succeeded mainly because of this connection with royal people, as when he was appointed to rebuild the city after The great Fire of London, he ended up building approximately 50 churches. And as everyone was delighted with the course of his work, Wren also worked at Hampton Court Palace rebuilding the south view.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is important to emphasize as well how amazing it was that he succeeded in the field of architecture without any previous knowledge about it, making it up with the knowledge he had of other fields such as math. He is the greatest example of how, with hard work and the right connections, there is nothing unachievable. He must have had outstanding observation skills and was probably inspired by a couple of architects of his time. Little did he know he was to become an architect that would continue to inspire many, even centuries after his death. Also, as he succeeded in architecture, he never forgot his passion for science as many of this buildings had scientific purposes that very few people know about. It is easy to admire the magnificence of his buildings but as you pay close attention to the details he worked on for each one of them, it is impossible not to be filled with great astonishment. For example, as Lisa Jardine also explained in her book: &amp;quot;The Monument of the Great Fire of London was built with a subterranean laboratory and the southwest tower of St Paul's was used as a vertical telescope during its construction. Both were designed to function simultaneously as public monuments and as oversize scientific instruments.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Jardine, L. (2004). On a grander scale: the outstanding life and tumultuous times of Sir Christopher Wren. New York, NY: Perennial. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; When we think about Sir Christopher Wren's contributions to the history of London it is like every church he made was &amp;quot;a stroke of his brush&amp;quot; (figuratively speaking) &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the London skyline and at the same time, devoting his life to his passions as he created a masterpieces of such magnitude as is St. Paul's Cathedral. He let his talents flourish so that all of us could be able to enjoy them. Finally, we could say that despite his fame and success he remains a modest man, for when he was dying he asked not to have a huge statue to honor him but to simply be buried in his greatest accomplishment, St. Paul's Cathedral, letting that be the &amp;quot;monument&amp;quot; to honor his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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In more contemporary times, leaving behind the dense, yellow and deadly fog as an everyday scene, London is a setting that enraptures less mystery and more and more magic. More color and a wider variety of emotions are displayed in all forms of art.&lt;br /&gt;
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J.K. Rowling has impacted many people's lives with her books, people of all razes, nationalities, religions and even ages. She has inspired young people to discover the joy of reading and entertained adults with her stories full of magic, mystery and suspense. It is not uncommon to hear about adolescents that had never grabbed a book in their lives falling in love with the wonderful world of Harry Potter. And that is the thing, It is amazing how her reading had the power to impact a whole generation and turn them into &amp;quot;Potterheads&amp;quot;. All it takes is a good book to inspire people to read and J.K. Rowling wrote many great pieces of literature that are still great gifts for people of all ages. She is best known for her Harry Potter Series, which made her worldwide famous, and apart from these, J.K. Rowling has written several more books. &lt;br /&gt;
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Her official website starts her biography like this: &amp;quot;Joanne Rowling was born on 1965 just outside Bristol, and grew up in Gloucestershire in England and in Chepstow, Gwent, in south-east Wales.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;J.K. Rowling. (n.d.). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.jkrowling.com/about/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, the places that marked her literature the most were London and Edinburgh. As a woman that developed in the generation of information and revolution of technology, she had the opportunity to travel a lot and live in many places even before being famous. After getting her degree she moved to London, where she was inspired to write about Harry Potter as she sat in a train station. In her biography written by Sean Smith it is said: &amp;quot;She conceived the idea of Harry Potter while sitting on a delayed train from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; It seems almost ironic that after traveling so much, she came to get the idea that would change her life forever in the same country where she was born. She was inspired by her surroundings and wrote what she observed adding a creative component to it; her personal touch. For example, in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: parts one and two: in Chapter 1 ''KING'S CROSS'' she wrote: &amp;quot;A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys.&amp;quot;. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;  Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown. pp. 6&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Every word is perfectly placed in her sentences and invites the audience to keep reading almost effortlessly; as if the words had the ability to flow by themselves into our imaginations. However, until then this line could belong to any story set in that station, until J.K. Rowling adds the magic in Chapter 2 ''PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS'' as she says: &amp;quot;And which is also busy, but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it's now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved project.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Thorne, J., Rowling, J. K., &amp;amp; Tiffany, J. (2016). Harry Potter and the cursed child: parts one and two. London: Little, Brown.pp.9&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She made of the streets of London a magical place full of wonders to discover that would only be available to &amp;quot;the chosen ones&amp;quot; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, even though she started in London, she also moved a lot while she was writing the series. Another of the major cities that highly inspired her writing was Edinburgh, Scotland. Just like London, a city full of a great deal of history and mystery that was a perfect source of inspiration for the young writer's imagination. As we visited Edinburgh, it was easy to spot the settings she chose to incorporate in some of the scenes of the books. Settings such as Hogwarts, the Quiddich Stadium, the cemetery and Diagon Alley. Even the four houses of Hogwarts that in the books were &amp;quot;named after the four founders of the school&amp;quot; (Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin) are suspected to e inspired by the houses of one of the most prestigious schools in Scotland that is set in Edinburgh and casually carry the same colors as the four houses in Hogwarts. &amp;quot;George Heriot’s houses Castle, Lauriston, Raeburn and Greyfriars correspond to Rowling’s own Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Hodder, A. (2015, October 18). The Top Places To Visit In Edinburgh for Harry Potter Fans. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://theculturetrip.com/europe/united-kingdom/scotland/articles/the-top-6-locations-for-harry-potter-fans-in-edinburgh/&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, George Heriot’s School has a sports tournament every four years with other two schools of the United Kingdom. Many of the characters' names were also presumably derived from people who died in the city and are buried in Greyfriars Cemetery. Going to Scotland and hearing everyone; from tour guides, to store owners, to residents, talk about all these peculiar similarities between the city and her books was a little bit disappointing, but it also made us realize that all these details have always been out there for anyone to use and she was the only one with the imagination and intellect to do so. J.K. Rowling left her &amp;quot;stroke of pigment&amp;quot; in Edinburgh just as she did in London, writing her stories mainly in local cafes, that today are touristic spots. A famous one is  Elephant House, where now it is famously known for being &amp;quot;The Birthplace of Harry Potter&amp;quot; as the owners decided to announce it like. In several webpages they're announces with the following phrase: “Magic! Is the only way to describe The Elephant House. Experience the same atmosphere that J.K. Rowling did as she mulled over coffee writing her first Harry Potter novel. Experience the friendliness of the staff, our extensive menus and the magical view of Edinburgh Castle. Not to forget…the elephants”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The magic brew called Potter. (2016, October 09). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-metroplus/The-magic-brew-called-Potter/article15396369.ece&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For her great influence in the pop culture today, her impact on the places where she wrote and her devotion to her passion for literature, J.K Rowling is a woman worthy of admiration. Also, J.K. Rowling's life before Harry Potter was not easy. Smith also wrote: &amp;quot;She encountered many obstacles and misfortunes before and during the writing process.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Smith, S., &amp;amp; Carrington, N. (2005). J K Rowling: a biography. London: Royal National Institute for the Blind. &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She took a long time writing the first book in the Harry Potter series but she never gave up and all her hard work is now being recompensed. She is a highly admired author with an impeccable reputation and she is also very rich. In fact, J.K. Rowling is considered by Forbes to be the second highest paid woman in entertainment. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; The 20 Richest Women In Entertainment. (2007, January 18). Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.forbes.com/2007/01/17/richest-women-entertainment-tech-media-cz_lg_richwomen07_0118womenstars_lander.html &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, being rich is not comparable to the satisfaction she must feel as she receives flattering and well deserved positive reviews of her books and so much love from her fandom that beg fore more of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Miss Rowling is a great example of a creator that took as much as she could from what her environment in Edinburgh and London had to offer and she gave back to other cities becoming part of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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David Hockney, born on 1937, has become one of the most influential figures in modern art, mostly because of all the different techniques he used and the ones he developed for his work. Also because of all the disciplines where he excelled as an artist throughout his entire life, which still continues. &amp;quot;David Hockney is an English painter, printmaker, stage designer and photographer and one of the most important figures in modern art.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. (2017, April 26). David Hockney. Retrieved June 20, 2017, from https://www.britannica.com/biography/David-Hockney&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; The city were he was born, Bradford, was, just as London, a poor victim of the fog, in a biography written by Christopher Simon Sykes, he explains: &amp;quot;for the two hundred or so chimneys of the woollen mills were belching out fumes all day, which sank slowly into the basin in which the city lies, and made Bradford then one of the smokiest cities on earth&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2011). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 1). London: Century, pp. 1-25&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. In that same book, the author reveals an interview with Hockney in which he says that he knew that he wanted to e an artist since the age of 10 and his parents always encouraged him to develop his talent. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Interview with David Hockney by Christopher Simon Skyes, June 2009&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Hockney was also known to e quite a good student and hard working artist that loved experimenting with different forms of art. He also travelled quite a lot and loved the state of California in the U.S., where he still owns a house. &amp;quot;The swimming pools of L.A. were one of his favorite subjects, and he became known for large, iconic works such as A Bigger Splash.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; One of the most outstanding characteristics of &amp;quot;A Bigger Splash is the technique he used to paint. He first took the pictures of the people he was going to pain and then pitting together a bunch of these pictures he would put the person in the pose he wanted to paint. An example of this technique is shown below in the pictures. where it is easier to appreciate the complexity of Hockney's work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides being an admirable artist, he was never hesitant to show himself to the world and stand up for his personal beliefs. For example, in December of 1964, &amp;quot;Hockney returned to London to give a talk on homosexual imagery in America&amp;quot;.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Also, his romances affected him so much that later in his life he suffered from depression after breaking up with a boyfriend he even lived with for a while. &amp;quot;Hockney was devastated and started taking Valium to combat the depression and loneliness he suffered.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney Biography. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from http://www.davidhockney.com/bio.shtml&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; However, despite all the tough times he went through in his life, he never let that intervene with his work as he has a huge amount of collections of different types of art always looking for a way to interact with the viewer through his work. &amp;quot;Hockney is not at all involved in the creation of beauty as an end in itself. It is exactly this didactic urgency, this need to be heard plainly and to be understood clearly, which is the basis of his phenomenal popularity.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Tuchman, M., &amp;amp; Barron, S. (1989). David Hockney: a retrospective. Los Angeles, CA: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, pp. 13&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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In one of his expositions, also shown below, he wrote &amp;quot;Perspective should e reversed... specially in photography&amp;quot;. He has definitely been a revolutionary artist that has been looked up to for over half a century now. Hockney is widely known for his adaptability and his ability to create new techniques using the emerging technologies. In photography, specifically he turned to “recreate photography” in a way in which, as he said in another interview with Sykes, “a photograph that could be described as having a strong illusion of reality”. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Sykes, C. S. (2014). Hockney: The Biography (Vol. 2). London: Century, pp. 160&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Though Hockney does not have a great number of photographies or paintings of London itself, he has been one of the most influential and innovative British artists for the past half a century. He developed a way to give a story to his images, instead of just leaving them as a single photograph. Through his collages, makes his characters come to life and is able to transmit emotions and ideas, creating a reality for each one and showing it to its viewers. And with his method of combining photography and painting, he &amp;quot;added his pigment&amp;quot; to both fields. In a 2011 poll of more than 1,000 British artists, Hockney was voted the most influential British artist of all time. He continues to paint and exhibit, and advocates for funding for the arts. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;David Hockney. (2014, April 02). Retrieved June 05, 2017, from https://www.biography.com/people/david-hockney-9340738&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Image:DH00.jpg|''Portrait of Nick Wilder, 1966. Acrylic on canvas, 72x 72 by David Hockney''&lt;br /&gt;
Image:DH05.jpg|''Gregory Swimming, Los Angeles, March 1st 1982 Composite Polaroid 70.5 x 130''&lt;br /&gt;
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Ken Shuttleworth, just as Christopher Wren, transformed completely London's skyline. According to his biography in his paper ''Form and Skin'', he was born in 1952 and studied at Leicester Polytechnic, where he got a degree with distinction in Architecture in 1977. According to that same paper, in 1974 he joined the architectural firm of Foster and Partners and shortly after became a registered architect. Then, in 1991 he became a partner of the firm &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot;, where he was responsible for the design of significant projects. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;Since his time at college, he has been known as a great designer. In class, he would take half of the time his classmates would to finish his designs. His fast and impressive work gave him the nickname &amp;quot;Ken the Pen&amp;quot;. During his time in &amp;quot;Fosters Associates&amp;quot; he designed what &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; news paper called &amp;quot;some of the world's most iconic buildings&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;.  Referring to masterpieces such as the Shanghai Banking Corporation’s headquarters and London's St Mary Axe or best known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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He certainly succeeded after college in &amp;quot;Foster Associates&amp;quot;, however, in 2003 he decided to leave the firm. As Shuttleworth always thought architects to have a big purpose, he felt like he could do more than working for a big firm, and this was a particularly big firm. &amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; published about it in 2003 saying that &amp;quot;with a staff of nearly 600 and over 100 projects on the computer screens&amp;quot;, Foster Associates was &amp;quot;one of the world's busiest and highest-profile architectural practices.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; As he moved on from Foster Associates, he founded his own firm, &amp;quot;Make&amp;quot;, in 2004. With him on the lead this firm was prompt to succed, and it did. In his paper &amp;quot;Form and Skin&amp;quot;, he wrote: &amp;quot;It grew to one od the UK's foremost architectural firms.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Shuttleworth, K., &amp;amp; Principal, M. (2008, March). Form and Skin: antidotes to transparency in high rise buildings. In Proceedings of the CTBUH 8th World Congress “Tall and Green: Typology for a Sustainable Urban Future”, Dubai (pp. 481-484). &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Looking back into his life, his passion for design began at very young age. &amp;quot;The Guardian news paper once wrote about how with the help of his father he followed his passion and magnified his talent: &amp;quot;His father, an accountant, encouraged him: &amp;quot;He hated being an accountant. He said, 'Whatever you do, you should really enjoy doing it'.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Fairs, M. (2003, January 22). Ken Shuttleworth: architecture's best-kept secret. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2003/jan/22/architecture.artsfeatures &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; He followed his fathers advice and became a magnificent architect worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The Guardian&amp;quot; also wrote referring to Ken, &amp;quot;&amp;quot;He is one of the best hidden talents in the UK,&amp;quot; says Stuart Lipton, the chairman of the government's architecture watchdog of the Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment (CABE).&amp;quot; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Glancey, J. (2003, November 27). Controversial architect Ken the Pen has designs on new projects. Retrieved June 15, 2017, from https://www.theguardian.com/uk/2003/nov/27/arts.artsnews2 &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This quote perfectly conveys to major ideas; the first one about his irrefutable talent, and the second one out how little is actually known about him. Unlike we had expected, finding information about Shuttleworth was somehow hard because he has always lived life with a low profile. However, after reading his papers and articles you can clearly see what an amazing architect he is. He wrote in the article &amp;quot;Throwing stones at those in glass houses, &amp;quot;Architects and environmental engineers have never had such an important role and we should take the initiative, seize the opportunity before it’s too late. Now is the time to wake up... and use our creativity, our curiosity and our passion for exploration...  to help save the planet&amp;quot;. Because of his passion and drive, he is a source of inspiration to many young architects. Reading his words reminded us that being an architect is an important role in the world and it is not just designing a pretty building. That sense of commitment and great creativity that he possesses and uses to improve our society is what makes him a person worthy of admiration. &lt;br /&gt;
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Using David Hockney's technique of &amp;quot;Painting with Pictures&amp;quot;, we chose one picture of each site described in the Milestone [[Colourless London]] and we made them into paintings, emphasizing the use of bright colors inspired by Monet's impressionism and making an imminent contrast with the pictures' monochromatic feel. Each set represents our own way of &amp;quot;adding pigment&amp;quot; to the city's most emblematic sites and to the way people usually perceive London.&lt;br /&gt;
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The colors used were inspired by one of the pictures of the girls in this HUA program, Emily Wilson. She took this picture from the same bridge I painted and the colors in the sunset inspired me to choose the color scheme in my work. However, I decided to paint a morning instead of a sunset, symbolizing a fresh start for the city of London. That is why the sky is a mostly blue and the bridge is of the colors of Emily's picture as if it had absorbed the sunset of the previous day, symbolizing that even though it is a fresh start, the past is still part of the city, or in this case, the painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Purple is the most powerful wavelength of the rainbow and The London Eye world’s largest observation wheel and most popular paid tourist attraction in the whole country. Also Purple is my favorite color. Finally I was inspired to choose that color scheme by this flowers I bought in Columbia Road Flower Market, in London. Because they enrapture the beauty I see in the streets of London, despite all opposing opinions and catastrophic events that have hit this city, which I like to think still stands strong.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I used the picture Kristy took ''Colourless Big Ben'' as a model and the colors in the flag of the United Kingdom as an inspiration to create this painting. I used the radiant colors in the flag to represent Parliament and the citizens in the UK. The Big Ben identifies London as the flag identifies the UK. With the use of different shades of blue, I created a sky as in the picture. To show the different levels of the top of the building I used either blue or red for each level. What the attract details represent is the trust of the citizens of London in their government fading away by disappointment. I decided to convey this message as a strong statement, knowing that as the citizens are the base of the society, if they loose trust in their government, the structure will not stand for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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This building is known as &amp;quot;The Gherkin&amp;quot; but its official name is 30 St Mary Axe. This nickname was given because of its similarity to the Mexican sour gherkin. The green colors used in this painting were inspired by two things, this Mexican sour gherkin, and the architect that designed it, Ken Shuttleworth. Shuttleworth cares deeply for the environment and saving the planet, which is why the color scheme that I chose is in the greens and light blues, representing the colors of a field of grass. I liked the irony as well of painting a modern skyscraper with the same colors I would use to paint a plant. Also meaning that among all the development of the city, it is still important to keep the environment in mind, for London has already suffered enough by the filthiness of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Paul's Cathedral represents the change in beliefs of the whole country. This painting was done by the both of us and we decided to use two pictures we took to inspire us and combine them into one, symbolizing how the different cultures and beliefs of the world merge to create this wonderful and &amp;quot;colorful&amp;quot; city of London. The green used is inspired by Sofia's picture and the grayish blue and purple have inspired the picture Kristy took. This painting represents unity within us and within London citizens. This unity comes to life in the deepest desires kept in the hearts of the good people of London that have been hurt by the recent events more than ever before. However, despite this, the hope of unity in diversity remains vibrant with people that are willing to stand up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this Milestone, artists from the past and from the present are compared and contrasted. There is one artist chosen for each of the fields involved in the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;; Painting, Literature, Photography and Architecture. The intention was to outline the main differences in their styles and how they each one of them portrayed London from their very own perspectives and translated it into their works of art. In the same way, biographical facts are provided to give the reader a reference of how life circumstances and setting might have also been influential in the artists' work. This Milestone is the linking point between Courless London and Colourful Reality, giving meaning to the rest of the project &amp;quot;A London Full of Colour&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, for the deliverable, our own work is presented and with is we intend to show our own perspective of London, which, though it contrasts with the pictures taken in [[Colourless London]] in an extreme way. We tried to add some pigment of our own to create a much more [[Colourful Reality]] for ourselves. The paintings emphasize the use of colors in a symbolic way, what they represent are our different emotions and life experiences that stoke our lives, sometimes in unexpected ways, but always resulting in a breath taking outcome. Life is our very own masterpiece, it is what we make it and it is not in the very least monochromatic. In the contrary, all the aspects of our lives merge to create a unique work of art, that certainly might not be of everyone's liking, but then again, the only opinion that truly matters is that of the artist that made the masterpiece. In some occasions, such as with Mr. Shuttleworth, the artist regrets the path he or she took and if given a second chance, would have done things differently. However, the work is done, the masterpiece is complete, and we can either live in regret or move forward in such ways where each stoke is more precise and better thought than the previous one. Mr. Shuttleworth continues to be an excellent architect and though many people disagree with the way he feels about St. Mary Axe, he learned from that experience and moved forward to his next masterpiece. Some other artists die without the proper acknowledgment that their work deserves, however, what people think of their work can never influence the magnitude of its quality. A masterpiece, is a masterpiece even when there is no one to admire it and most things done with effort and passion are worth a standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:akgiacoman|Kristy Giacoman]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Introduction, Artistic Component, Artists From the Past, Artists From the Present, Charles Dickens, David Hockney, Conclusion &amp;amp; final edits of the other artists. Painted &amp;quot;Tower Bridge Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;London Eye Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:sreyes|Sofia Reyes]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Ken Shuttleworth, core information for Monet, Sir Christopher Wren &amp;amp; JK. Rowling &amp;amp; formatting of information in the deliverable. Painted &amp;quot;Big Ben Full of Colour&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Gherkin Full of Colour&amp;quot; and collaborated to paint &amp;quot;St. Paul's Cathedral Full of Colour&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[User:vjmanzo|Vincent Manzo]] &amp;amp; [[User:Cclark|Constance Clark]]: &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Advisors&lt;br /&gt;
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