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Analysis and Critique: How to Engage and Write about Anything

 Discover the secrets to clear and strong writing in 24 accessible and practical lectures that provide engaging literary and everyday examples, inspirational prompts, and unforgettable insights.

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m********m
August 10, 2019
In Lesson 3 I wrote a poem using one of the exercises. I'll post it here: I am a poet in training so do not be too harsh! Finley By Marcella S. Meeks The air felt damp, the rain was coming; shelter was just out of sight Thunder clashed, lightning lit up the evening sky. Climbing the ladder, barely reaching the platform of the old rickety boat; When I lost my grip, falling backwards, with a moan and a sigh. "Careful," the man yelled from the top, "you're gonna hurt your self." It was Finley, my brother's best friend. "What are you doing here in this kind of weather? Let me help you up. Here, just take my hand." "I was looking for my brother Ed, have you seen him around?" "Not since yesterday," Finley said with his wicked grin. "He called me this morning, said he would be on the boat. He wanted to show me something important and to be here at ten." "He's not here, wrecken I don't know where he is," said the plump little man with the wicked grin. "But I'm sure he's around here somewhere, just don't know where. I've got to be going, I am leaving town. My mother is ill, in the hospital in Chicago, she's waiting for me there." We exchanged awkward looks, as he passed by me. He seemed a little nervous, a little anxious as if he done some wrong. But he was my brother's best friend - they had met in prison years ago. Finley might be a little man, but he was still wicked and strong. I called my brother twice, no one answered. I dialed his cell, thought I heard it ring. He's not down here, I whispered. He's no where to be found. I climbed back up on the top of the boat, and listened for the ring; Saw my brother laying a heap on the floor, there was blood all around. The lightning flashed and the thunder roared. I called the police and told them about my brother - they were there in a flash. From what they could tell, he was dead, been robbed and killed. I told them about Finley - but he was out of sight in a dash!

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s********m
July 18, 2019
Enjoyed the course, but would have found it more applicable if she had used contemporary samples of writing rather than Swift's argument about seeing children as food in in 1729!

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d********m
July 10, 2019

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