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      <title>Remake of DEVICES in &quot;There Will Come Soft Rains&quot; by Taylor Hartley</title>
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      <description>Motifs, similes, repetition...oh my!</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-05-10 12:44:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tone</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173805942</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Eerie ~<br>"Here the silhouette in paint of a man, mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; high up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down.&nbsp;<br><br>2. Violent ~<br>"Fire, fire, run, run, like a tragic nursery rhyme, a dozen voices high, low, like children dying in a forest, alone, alone. And the voices fading as the wires popped their sheathings like hot chestnuts.&nbsp; One, two, three, four, five voices died."<br><br>3. Chaotic ~<br>"In the last instant under the fire avalanche, other choruses, oblivious, could be heard announcing the time, playing music, cutting the lawn by remote controlled mower, or setting an umbrella frantically out and in and slamming and opening the front door. A thousand things happening, like a clock shop when each clock strikes the hour insanely before or after the other, a scene of maniac confusion, yet unity.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:33:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Simile</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173805977</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Sat like evil Baal in a dark corner"(Bradbury)<br><br>"tables folded like great butterflies back"(Bradbury)<br><br>"It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh" (Bradbury)  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:33:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>we are doing motif</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173805985</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>time- "<em>two-fifteen.</em> The dog was gone,"<br>"At ten o'clock the house began to die,"<br>water- "But too late. Somewhere, sighing, a pump shrugged to a stop. the quenching rain ceased,"<br>animals&nbsp;- "in the nursery the jungle burned. Blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off. The panthers ran in circles, changing color, and ten million animals, running before the fire, vanished off toward a distant streaming river..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:33:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>tone (callous, eerie, apprehensive) </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173805990</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1-&nbsp; "It ran wildly in circles, biting at its tail, spun in a frenzy, and died...<em>2:15. </em>The dog was gone"<br>2-  "The entire wast face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing the lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung in the air: higher up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down." <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:33:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Syntax</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173806196</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Asyndeton "Behind it whirred angry mice, angry at having to pick up mud, angry at inconvenience."<br>2.  Short choppy syntax "The crash. The attic smashing into kitchen and parlor. The parlor into cellar, cellar into sub-cellar."<br>3.Parallel structure "ten dozen eggs...six loaves of toast...twenty dozen bacon strips"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:35:16 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173806196</guid>
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         <title>Motif (2.0)</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807509</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Time</strong><br>"'Ten-aclock the house began to die"<br><br><strong>Emptiness</strong><br>"the image of a thrown ball, and opposite hima girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down."<br><br><strong>Technology</strong><br>"memory tapes gliding under electric eyes"&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:43:22 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807509</guid>
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         <title>Syntax </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807517</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1- &nbsp; "six, seven, eight o'clock"<br>2- &nbsp; "help, help fire run, run!"<br>3-   "In the last instant under the fire avalanche, other choruses, oblivious, could be heard announcing the time, playing , music, cutting the lawn  by remote control mower, or setting the umbrella frantically out and in the slamming and opening front door, a thousand things happening."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:43:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>TONE(2.0)</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807541</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The crash. The attic smashing into kitchen and parlor. The parlor into cellar, cellar into sub-cellar."(CHAOTIC TONE)<br>"Tick tock seven a'clock" (EERIE TONE)<br>"Smoke and silence"(HOPELESS TONE)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:43:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Syntax</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807598</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. Fragments-<br>&nbsp; "...other choruses, oblivious, could be heard announcing the time, playing music, cutting the lawn by remote controlled mower, or setting an umbrella frantically out and in and slamming and opening the front door. A thousand things happening, like a clock shop when each clock strikes the hour insanely before or after the other, a scene of maniac confusion, yet unity; singing, screaming, a few last cleaning mice.."<br><br>2. Parallel Structure<br>"Announcing the time...cutting the lawn... setting an umbrella"<br><br>3. Asyndeton<br>"The five spots of paint -- the main, the woman, the children, the ball-- remained. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:43:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Simile</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807623</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>- "And the voices fading as the wires popped their sheathings like hot chestnuts,"<br><br>- "a dozen voices, high, low, like children DYING in a forest,"<br><br>- "Then, like mysterious invader, they popped into their burrows,"<br><br>-  "It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:44:03 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807623</guid>
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         <title>Syntax</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807935</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1) "Ten more voices died. In the last instant under the fire avalanche, other choruses, oblivious, could be heard announcing the time, playing music, cutting the lawn by remote-control mower, or setting an umbrella frantically out and in the slamming and opening front door, a thousand things happening, like a clock shop when each clock strikes the hour insanely before or after the other, a scene of maniac confusion..." (Paragraph 8).<br>2) "The crash. The attic smashing into the kitchen and parlor. The parlor into cellar, cellar into sub-cellar. Deep freeze, armchair, film tapes, circuits, beds, and all like skeletons thrown in a cluttered mound deep under." (Paragraph ..).<br>3) "Fire screamed a voice. The house lights flashed, water pumps shot water from the ceilings. But the solvent spread on the linoleum, licking, eating, under the kitchen door, while the voices took it up in chorus: 'Fire, fire, fire!' The house tried to save itself. Doors sprang tightly shut, but the windows were broken by heat and the wind&nbsp; blew and sucked upon the fire. The house gave ground as the fire in ten billion angry sparks moved with flaming ease from room to room and then up the stairs. While scurrying water rats squeaked from the walls, pistoled their water, and ran for more. And the wall sprays let down showers of mechanical rain." (Paragraph..)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:45:52 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807935</guid>
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         <title>Tone (Violent, eerie, apprehensive</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/taylor_hartley/devices_rains/wish/173807980</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1)&nbsp; "A falling tree bough crashed through the kitchen window. Cleaning solvent, bottled, shattered over the stove. The room was ablaze in an instant!" (Violent Tone)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-25 12:46:11 UTC</pubDate>
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