The International Astronomical Union made the official decision to downgrade Pluto from a planet to a dwarf planet,
The correct answer is D) it does not use excess words.
<em>One way in which the poem “The Jelly-Fish” by Mariane Moore embodies Ezra Pound’s rules of imaginism is that the poem does not use excess words.
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The imaginist movement uses the image as the basic driving force in a poem. The movement started in the 20th century and among its most important artists are Hilda Doolitle and Ezra Pound. The three rules of Imaginism are: 1) Direct treatment of the thing described; 2) Nlt to use any word that does not contrinute to the presentation; and 3) to compose in sequence with the musical phrase. This is about rhythm. So One way in which the poem “The Jelly-Fish” by Mariane Moore embodies Ezra Pound’s rules of imaginism is that the poem does not use excess words.
The other options of the question were, a) it does not use descriptive words, b) it has an exact meter, and c) it create several images.
d. giving the reader enough detail to form a picture in his or her mind.
The key to description is to give the reader enough detail or information in order to form or create a vivid picture of the thing, place or scenario in his or her mind. The important features, the characteristics of the subject being talked about must be clearly described an emphasize in order for a description to be a success. It is only when the listener or the reader be able to draw the scenario out of the descriptions given will we say that the description is delivered well.
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<em>The truth doesn't cost anything, but a lie could cost everything.</em>
<em>- Unknown</em>
The wind whistled in [name]'s ears. He could hear his voice rising louder above the noise as he tried to explain his way out of yet another lie. "But, mom-" "[character's full name], you have to stop telling so many lies! Don't you regret any of this?" his mother sighed exasperatedly. "I- I'm sorry..." "Just like all those other times...!" [Name]'s mother looked him squarely in the face, her eyes faintly wettening. "It's just that - I didn't wanna get in trouble. I mean, I <em>never </em>want to get in trouble-" "And that's why you keep lying." His mother sighed again. "[Name], if you spend all your life trying to get out of trouble instead of keeping yourself from getting <em>in</em>to trouble, who knows how many lies you'll tell? It'll just keep getting worse and worse."
[Name] sighed as he walked towards the town, the mountain air somehow not making him feel any better. He really didn't want to lie- but it was such a hard habit for him to break. It seemed as if for every lie he told, three more came after it, only for him to get in trouble for something else to avoid getting punished for what he actually did- and the cycle continued. It was a never-ending cycle of lies, lies, and more lies.
