Wednesday, February 11, 2009

All the Little Things


In most cases, the setting of any fiction work is the breath of life to the entire plot, the one element that effects the plausibility and interpretation of a particular piece in a make or break sense. For plays, the setting of the story becomes doubly important and has to been handled more intricately, as this, coupled with the dialogue, becomes just about the only influential component that will be exposed to the audience.


With that said, it is my humble opinion that Ms. Glaspell successfully achieved the difficult feat of making a story and it’s characters come alive on stage while at the same time expressing distinctive and elaborate themes in the simplest possible way. The basic yet effective elements in the setting create suspense and intrigue on the part of the audience as an attempt is made to solve the mysterious murder of the Wright farm. The main setting of the play, the kitchen, can easily symbolize the confined life of Mrs. Wright, but the play is more so defined by the props that lay inside it. The rocking chair and the Cherry preserves, two of Minnie’s lone enjoyments in her lonely and hollow life, symbolize the last desperate attempts of happiness that she dared reach for. The fact that the bottles had been broken due to the cold weather of winter is also blatantly symbolic, as Mrs. Wright, much like the reserves which she held so dear, was shattered beyond the hopes of repair, much in part to the iciness of her life. Her husband’s frostiness nipped at her fragile core day in and day out, each time leaving barely detectable cracks and breaks along the surface, until one day, she cracked, exploding with the tiny shards of her sanity and broken life.


Both the bird and the bird cage, however, seem to have the most crucial meanings to this play, even with the air of mystery still surrounded the previous prop. In one sense, the dead canary (assuming that it was indeed Mrs. Wright who ended it’s life) could serve as the first hint that she was indeed capable of murder. If it was killed by Mr. Wright, it could indicate his disdain for anything his wife took pleasure in, and his sadistic love for snuffing such things out. As a whole, it could symbolize the end to her happiness, and consequently her sanity, altogether, as birds have long been used as symbols for freedom and contentment. The bird cage epitomizes the confinement and imprisonment, both physically and emotionally, of Mrs. Wright and the countless women she represents.


Through the simplistic setting of Trifles, Susan Glaspell captures the plights of an entire sex and the disenchantment they often face when they choose the perilous path of matrimony. She personifies the voices of millions through this play and, much like the ‘trifles’ in the story, creates something much larger than what first meets the eye.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Transcending the Ages


In the novella Bernice Bobs Her Hair, F. Scott Fitzgerald creates an elegant and often times entertaining portrait of the roaring twenties through the eyes of three fictitious teenagers who lived them, all the while conveying the full complexity of coming of age in one of the periods in which the generation gap was at its widest.


The plot was riddled with symbolism and allegory, with just about every aspect of the story serving a duel purpose in its greater meaning. The bobbed hair, a fashionable but risky statement for women in this time frame, could have indeed represented the conflict between old fashioned probity and youthful levity, as well as the dwindling morality of the previous generation. In a sense, Bernice and Marjorie are of the old and the new, the traditional and the modern, respectively. Bernice, once as pure and wholesome as virgin snow, is seemingly corrupted by the promiscuous Marjorie, which may symbolize the changing of times and the author’s obvious disdain for this new flapper culture. Consequently, this depravity causes Bernice (or the values of old) to convert to near insanity, severing her cousin’s hair and maybe destroying her family relations as a result. In the end, no one can really claim victory as both wear the repercussions of their divergence from status quo, something which seems to me a subtle yet firm warning from a disapproving author.


Although it is true that the underlying messages in this story are very interesting, what struck me most was the fact that I could so easily relate to a story written almost a century before I was even born. Themes of peer pressure, the need for acceptance, the problems of self image versus public persona, self confidence and integrity that the story is very much concerned with seems to be able to transcend the ages, as they are very much alive and well today. I could easily see both Marjorie and Bernice being girls in one of my classes, and can trace some of their traits to myself.


This is a gift not often found in authors, the ability to create a world with eloquence and incredible detail, characters with depth and realism, and themes and messages that are relevant centuries after it is published. It is these traits that make Fitzgerald an excellent writer, and qualities that make this a timeless and enthralling classic.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I Have A Dream


1) alliteration- repetition of initial consonant sound


Allusion- indirect reference to someone or something


Metaphor- all language that involves figures of speech or symbolism and does not literally represent real things


Simile- a figure of speech that draws a comparison between two different things, especially a phrase containing the word "like" or "as,"


2) “Five score years ago” is an allusion to Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, in which he instead said Four score and seven years ago in reference to the Independence of our nation. It was most likely used because it draws parallels from that speech, in which Lincoln invoked the principles of human equality espoused by the Declaration of Independence and redefined the Civil War as a struggle not merely for the Union, but as "a new birth of freedom" that would bring true equality to all of its citizens; this was the ultimate goal of King’s marches and nearly all of his speeches.


3) One example of allusion, though not exactly indirect, was “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.” An allusion to the Declaration of Independence was made in the familiar phrase “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”


4) An example of alliteration can be found in the line “ We can never be [b]satisfied[/b] as long as our children are [b]stripped[/b] of the [b]self-hood[/b] and robbed of their dignity by [b]signs stating[/b].


5) An example of a metaphor is found in the line “quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality.”


6) Simile- “…and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream”


7) This is an example of a metaphor. This would be an incredibly effective method because the memories of black bondage were still fresh in the minds of not only the country, but specifically in the hearts of the grandchildren of slaves. This is also a way of reminding them that segregation is only a step up from slavery, if that, and that they were still held back by the ‘chains’ of Jim Crow.


8) The phrases ‘let freedom ring’ and ‘go back (third page, first paragraph after the picture)


9) For one, the repetition of ’I have a dream’ draws attention to the fact that the idea of racial equality in America was still just, in fact, a highly optimistic dream, far from being realized. Secondly, it was sort of like a call to arms, to motivate and inspire others to make this dream become reality.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Short Answer Questions


1) Unfortunately, relations between the Natives of the West Indies and the European settlers were never very positive. West Indians died in droves from Spanish savagery and contact, with the soldiers of Smallpox and Malaria filling graves faster than any European army ever could. Natives came to fear the pale-skinned newcomers as if they were death itself, as Columbus recounted in his letters back home to Spain ‘…there were small hamlets, with the people of which I could not have speech because they all fled immediately‘. The surviving Natives often faced a worse fate than those they’d buried, with over forty percent of them becoming enslaved within the first year of Spanish conquest in some parts. Hundreds of Native Americans were shipped across the ocean to awaiting sugar plantations and European households, further replenishing their dwindling population.


These atrocities, however, were far from being discouraged amongst the European population. Both colonizers and conquerors alike saw the natives as uncivilized and vulnerable savages, and thus needing a firm hand and a forceful shove in the right direction. What ever it took to ‘civilize’ and ‘humble’ these barbarians was justified.

2) Unsurprisingly enough, the European colonizers were no strangers to pleading and haggling with their ’purses’ back east, usually the nobles and rulers of their countries. They used any method they deemed necessary to get the results they wanted, whether it be packing their letters home with exaggerated sufferings to get more money or passing along hyperbolic tales of Native savagery to receive more manpower. In the case of Christopher Columbus, his letters to Ferdinand and Isabella served more as an example of shameless groveling than as a mediator between the two continents, the once great navigator humbling himself for the price of his freedom. Christopher packs on the pathos, using phrases like ’ I never think without weeping’ (letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the Fourth Voyage, paragraph 1) and ’the unmerited wrong I have suffered’ (paragraph 6) to appeal to the readers’, namely the king and queen’s, sympathy.


3) Explorers and Europeans alike were almost always awed by the breathtaking virgin stretches of land they encountered, many subconsciously expecting to be greeted with the smoking rooftops and crowded alleyways offered in their own native lands. ‘I went on the same course’ writes Columbus in his letter to Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain ‘thinking that I should not fail to find great cities and towns.’ He later goes on to describe the reality of the island, which he later rechristened Isla Juana, as only a clutter of small hamlets, but is very far from being disappointed. ‘This island and all the others are very fertile to a limitless degree, and this island is extremely so. In it there are many harbors on the coast of the sea, beyond comparison with others which I know Christendom, and many rivers, good and large, which is marvelous….Esponola is a marvel.’


There were, however, limits to the ‘marvels’ described by Columbus, as later Europeans were soon to discover. In most cases, there were no golden cities in this new land, no untapped mines gleaming with precious jewels to be shipped back home. This left many a conquistador deeply embittered, and countless natives feeling the brunt of their fury.


1) The plot and the setting, as it turns out, seems to compliment and correspond with one another perfectly. The story’s protagonist, Desiree Aubigny, was raised in the elegant and physically beautiful Valmonde before downgrading to the outwardly unpleasant L’Abri. Her new residence was described in the text as ‘a sad looking place’, having been without female influence for some time. The author goes on to describe the house; ‘The roof came down steep and black like a cowl, reaching out beyond the wide galleries that encircled the yellow stuccoed house. Big, solemn oaks grew close to it, and their thick-leaved, far-reaching branches shadowed it like a pall‘. The plot of the story, it would seem, follows along these lines exactly. Desiree goes from a privileged daughter, beloved wife, and dotting mother to something tainted and undesirable in the course of a few pages, just as sudden as her marriage and move came about. This change in scenery can be seen a symbol of Desiree’s change in social stations, especially since they both were for the worse.


2) I think it’s to add to the suspense of the situation, to keep the reader second guessing their own assumptions until the end.


3) I think the restraint shown by Chopin heightened the sense of surprise and disbelief of the reader, making the impact of the protagonist and her infant’s death that much more powerful. Excessive detail might have ruined the elegant conclusion Chopin set up in the text, making it harder to provide an ending as pleasantly understated as the rest of the story. The subtleness employed in that one sentence can also have the effect of causing desired confusion on the part of the reader, forcing them to re-read and analyze the text, searching for clues pertaining to the fate of Desiree that they may have overlooked. (I sure had to :) )
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5) In the Antebellum South, much like the rest of the country, women are still treated as coveted possessions or with degrading patronization, meant to be cared for a looked after by the much more able men in their lives. In the form of Desiree’s baby, Chopin forces us to examine the possibility for a young woman to gain identity and independence through marriage, and ultimately dashes such hopes through her writings. Desiree, so desperate and dependant for the approval of her husband, chooses suicide when she felt she no longer had a place in left in society. Her hasty marriage ended up taking whatever vestiges of freedom society granted her, and when her ‘master’ rejected her and her child, it stole her will to live as well.


1) By failing to explicitly describe the horrors of the House of Usher, Poe creates a sense of foreboding and dread in the reader that he would not have been able to achieve otherwise; now he has his audience cautiously proceeding, for they know that the House is going to serve as a centerpiece of terror for the story, it’s just not there yet. The sentence ‘There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime’ alone provides the reader with a sense of trepidation and the house with an air of mystery that will greatly affect the outlook and effect of the story.


2) Edgar Allen Poe was and is world renowned for his frequent use of thrilling, graphic, and thought-provoking details. Sentences like ‘…an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued’ invokes equally powerful imagery on the part of the reader, something that is critical in all horror stories. He makes it so that the reader can see, feel, and hear every single detail described in the story, adding to the terror and fear his scenes create.


3) In my own opinion, the Narrator’s main motivations for going to the House of Usher are as ambiguous as Madeline Usher’s strange illness. Maybe he was driven to visiting the Ushers by a withered childhood relationship and the sentiments of guilt that followed. The narrator admits that Roderick Usher, the house’s proprietor, had been one of his ‘boon companions in boyhood’, but ‘many years had elapsed since our last meeting’. The relationship between the narrator and Roderick was never fully explained, but it would not be unreasonable to assume that an ‘acute bodily illness, a mental disorder, and a earnest desire to see me, as his best, and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady’ would no doubt draw an old friend, no matter how distant, in for a short visit.


Regardless of the reason he came, I think the reason he stayed was quite obvious; he stayed to sate an ever-present curiosity about his elusive and emotionally distant friend. The reader becomes aware of his interest in the House of Usher on the first page of the story, when he describes the family with something akin to awe. ‘I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact that the stem of the Usher race, all time-honored as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch’. This last visit might give him a first hand look at the strange House of his old friend.


He was also curious about the strange feeling he was getting from the house itself. ‘What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.’ This, however, did not grant him with an answer he felt solved his mystery. ‘I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth.’ I think he had to stick it out, had to know just what it was about the house that bothered him, no matter what horrors he had to go through to get it.


4) Yes, I think Roderick was well aware that his sister was still alive when he buried her. The painting ‘a small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault of tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at the exceeding depth below the surface of the earth’, was obviously a coffin, perhaps the very one that was to hold his sister, who was already failing in health. Usher’s knowledge of his sister’s survival would also explain the zombie-like behavior Roderick showed after the burial of his sister, as well as Madeline’s angry reaction. ‘She gave a low, moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.’ If Roderick really did know, she might have been justified in her attack.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Iris



And I’d trade in my world just to hold you
For a kiss a would hand in my life
You’re my goddess, my angel, my reason to be
On your wings I will learn how to fly

And I’m stuck in this blissful delusion
And I’m lost in the world of your eyes
And soon it’s a broken illusion
But it’s all that I have to survive

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

Your love falls with tears then forgotten
And your heart breaks with lies left untold
When reality’s twisted and broken
Sometimes pain reawakens your soul

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

But for you my torn heart I will show
But for you my torn heart I will show
But for you my torn heart I will show

And here you have it, my sad attempt at song writting. I think that my version of Iris kinda destroys the simplicity of the lyrics, adding a bunch a mumbo-jumbo that may sound pretty by itself, but really doesn't make sense in the original song. It makes the song more about love than might've been originally intended, instead of the self examination and self discovery it held initially. In comparison, however, I think this one is the best out of all the one's I've done so far.
Glory Box

This game is getting old
Playing the job of Cupid
My heart is yours to take
I hand my wings on over
For Ive been a temptress too long

Just…

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

From now on, I’m free
Staring at reality through different eyes
Thru this new frame of mind
For you a thousand winds could blow
More over, give us time to grow

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

Don’t you stop being mortal too
I’d clip these wings and stand by you
Open your heart to me
‘Cause tears are not your weakness

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

And this is the start to a blooming eternity

It’s time to begin anew
My new lyrics don't really change the feel to the song, but puts more emphasis on her earlier allusions to cupid. I don't know, I guess I felt that would score me some much needed points on the whole 'keeping poetic feel' front, and hopefully it worked. I think it kept with the optimistic and progressive tone of the song, even though I may have butched up some of the modest charm the song originally held.

Ghetto Heaven


Looking for love, in a world of sin
Curves are spread thick, morality thin
I got my third eye, locked on within
Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparel
My ex-girlfriend and I, apart we have strayed
But I’m here for my baby, until the end of days
Here the wind, speaks to me
Here, I know the Holy Spirit walks through me
The young glance through eyes dulled by the hate
A thug falls to a life of abandonment and fate
The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble
I march on, through the valley, still very much alive
Still I feel, that I need to kill to survive
But that in wasn’t my heavenly plan
To be more than a thug, to be more than some man
Than any person, place, or object, present or past
I found celestial guidance and my Father at last

[d’angelo]
Geto heaven
Dwelling in my geto heaven
Geto heaven
Dwelling in my geto heaven

Love, don’t be dependant on him
Stong woman, your life is much more than him
I know you want a man whose worth it
But when he pays those bills, you’re purchased
Discussing wit ya girl, what love is
But she aint even loved there, cause he don’t love his
Gave her some distance, but layed down the truth
Never go searching for love, until you’ve found you
Time heals all, mistakes you can learn from
But don’t take your angers out on others you turned from
If you want specifics, then you gotta learn too
Then you’ll find somebody who will truly deserve you
Rushing through the pain, many survived through
‘Cause you had to suffer to move on, and you grew
Not even I can ignore being alone it’s hard
Find heaven in yourself and God

[d’angelo]
I know that I adore you
And I know that you feel that way about me
I’m sitting in paradise, but I’m missing you
It’s you

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Yeah, Don't Know What to Call This

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/03/education/03college.html?_r=1&em

1) Total # of words: 874
2) total sentences: 30
3) longest sentence: 35
4) shortest sentence: 4
5) Average sentence length : 22
6) Number of sentences with more than ten words over average: 7
7) Percentage of sentences with more than ten words over the average: 23.3%
8) Number of sentences with more than five words below the average: 10
9) Percentage of sentences with more than five words below the average: 33.3%
10) Paragraph length:
Longest paragraph: 84
Shortest paragraph: 20
Average Paragraph: 48

Monday, November 24, 2008

Of Elephants and the Sheets That Hide Them


In the first chapter of W.E.B. Du Bois’s Souls of Black Folk, Du Bois investigates the ’Negro’s’ journey to identity, the "longing to attain self-conscious manhood”.


Du Bois begins by stating that race, although always present, it is very rarely discussed, with most whites being either unwilling or uncomfortable with addressing the issue head on. The topic of race and the ‘black problem‘, as Du Bois describes it as, becomes a sort of elephant in the room of the nation, both parties willing to skirt around the matter rather than discuss the obvious. He puts his frustrations towards the willingness of his fellow Americans to throw a sheet over this elephant, putting them in his book for the world to see. This not only puts the timid whites on the spot, but it encourages blacks to discuss they’re feelings toward being labeled as ‘problems’.


Du Bois also addresses the restrictions and limitations placed on the behaviors of his fellow blacks, using his example of exchanging holiday cards with a presumably white girl to explain the boundary line ‘negroes’ face when they interact with Caucasians. Dubois feels that he, as well as fellow blacks, live as strangers in their own households, a metaphor for the United States. He spoke of “this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity”, and of a two-ness, of striving to be both American and Negro, and often failing at both in their attempts.


Although the negro was granted liberty, citizenship, and suffrage by the amendments proceeding the Civil War, he claims, they had yet to be seen as an individual by white society, having to constantly bear the burdens of the mistakes of their peers, mistakes that often defined the entire race. The best and brightest of the African Americans may have been able to achieve careers as lawyers and doctors, the prize of unquestionable equality and self-identity was still sadly beyond their grasp, and the bitterness that resulted only increased in time. He expresses his own sentiments towards this double edged sword of dual consciousness quite clearly, using imagery, metaphors, and prior life experiences to drive the message home with his audience.


Du Bois addresses the crimes committed against his people with clarity and composure, never letting any traces of bitterness he may have felt bubble over and onto the pages of his book. He keeps his audience in mind, forever careful not to stray too far from one extreme to the next. He confronts the fallacies that have been uttered against his race logically, disputing each and every one to the very best of his ability. Most importantly, he gives a call for the sheet of bigotry and avoidance to be thrust off that elephant, the plight of the Negro race, and for all to acknowledge the strife of his people for what it truly is.