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Extending-Repentend-Repetition Examples

UNITY AND FULFUILLMENT IN MULTIGENRE WRITING (all passages taken from Blending Genre, Altering Style by Tom Romano)

“Early in their multigenre work, immerse your students in a number of examples of repetition, repetend, and recurring image.” (Page 164)

EXTENDING THE STORY: the toilet (Page 151) Stream of conscience Why am I eating I can’t believe I had the nerve to order it I know she knows these are my favorite but they are so fattening I don’t even like anything else on the menu or anything that is healthy that fry looks so good I wonder if she finds it strange that I dip everything into honey mustard sauce I love it I wish they sold it in stores no because then I would eat it all the time I am eating too quickly slow down cut it up move it around more pop yet another refill please pop makes the hunger go away so I can feel the gurgle in my stomach the diet Pepsi with washing around in my empty canyon of a stomach god I feel full I bet my yep it is sticking out all right I don’t really need to suck it in here though no one can see anyway maybe I should just go to the bathroom I haven’t seen anyone walk that way for a long time that kind of sucks though because then someone is more than likely to walk in screw it I’ll go

Example (Pages 154–155) On this evening in 1968…{t}here was everything and everybody The Doors needed to cut the rest of this third album except one thing, the forth Door, the lead singer, Jim Morrison, a 24-year-old graduate of U.C.L.A. who wore black vinyl pants and no underwear and tended to suggest some range of the possible just beyond a suicide pact. It was Morrison who had described The Doors as “erotic politicians.” It was Morrison who had defined the group’s interests as “anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, about activity that appears to have no meaning.” It was Morrison who got arrested in Miami in December of 1967 for giving an “indecent” performance. It was Morrison who wrote most of The Doors’ lyrics, the peculiar character of which was to reflect either an ambiguous paranoia or a quite unambiguous insistence upon the love-death as the ultimate high. And it was Morrison who was missing. It was Ray Manzarek and Robby Krieger and John Densmore who made The Doors sound the way they sounded, and maybe it was Manzarek and Krieger and Densmore who made seventeen out of twenty interviewees on American Bandstand prefer The Doors over all other Bands, but it was Morrison who got up there in his black vinyl pants and no underwear and projected the idea, and it was Morrison they were waiting for now.

PACING REPETITION: The Making of a Legend (Pages 153–154)Same story over the years “Why is she crying. She never cries. She loves us.” Buster stands over the play pen making faces at the baby. “She’s a baby and she’s tired,’ Debbie says. “let her go to sleep. She’ll be fine.” “I don’t think she needs to go the bed yet.she just got here. We need to play with her a little bit first.” Buster hangs over the edge of the playpen and dances various toys in front of the whimpering child. “How’s our favorite baby?” Buster picks her up and throws her into the air. The baby giggles and he throws into the air again and again. The baby begins to fuss. “I’m telling you, just lay her down with her blanket and she falls asleep. Leave her alone. We can play with her tomorrow and she’ll be her normal, pleasant self.” Debbie turns her back to the multi-colored quilt. Buster continues to try to make the baby laugh, bouncing her up and down on his knee. She enjoys it for a few minutes then starts fussing again. “I’ve got it! Do you want to play with my favorite hat? I know you do. You love my hat. Here you go.” Buster hands the baby his favorite, beat up old hat. The baby coos at the sight of the old thing, picks it up, turns it over, and spits up in it. Buster stares at the mess incredulously. “she just puked in my favorite hat!” “ I told you to let her go to sleep, but you had to keep shaking her up. It’s no wonder she spit up. Now, will you let her go to sleep?” “I’m never going to let her forget about this one. That was my favorite hat.”

10 years later…”I just wanted her to stop crying, so I jiggled her around a little bit. You know, tossed her up in the air, bounced her around on my knee. She loved it. Then I let her play with my favorite hat and she threw up in it.”

15 years later…” I was just trying to get her to go to sleep. She wanted to stay up and play so she was crying. I thought I’d let her play with my favorite hat. That was the only thing that would stop her from crying, and Brooke here, threw up in it.”

20 years later…”For some reason she just loved my very favorite hat. Brooke was spending the night with us and I was trying to put her to bed, when she grabbed my hat off the top of my head and just turned it over and puked in it!”