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To My Wife April 29, 2013

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To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately poem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

This poem has a casual, communicative feel.  Wilde seems to reference private jokes between him and his wife.  In the first stanza, he proposes that he is incapable of writing poetry and that a poet talking to his poem is silly but then proceeds to do both. Then there is a shift in his style in the second stanza, becoming more artistic and metaphorical.  The comparison of his poetry to fallen petals is both a compliment and a insult.  It is pretty, fragrant, delicate, but fleeting, subject to destruction, his wife’s judgement.  Later, he broadens from just poetry to all of his writing in the image of the garden.  Winter represents life getting tougher but that she will always understand the ‘whispers of the garden.”  Subjectively, I knew while reading this that Oscar Wilde was gay and I couldn’t help but perceive this poem as a last effort to bridge a gap with his wife, all the while being condemned by society.  In prison, he was told to forget who he was and I think the connections he tries to hold onto with his wife are an effort against this.  Also, I saw many hints of worry of his wife’s rejection(to you seem fair, on your hair) and reproach toward those who condemned him(wind and winter harden, loveless land).  This poem is very sad-literature is his last portal to express himself, and even in this, he must mask his true messages through figurative language.


Zero Dark Thirty April 25, 2013

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I just watched Zero Dark Thirty and I learned a lot about an important time in our recent history!  Anything on war, especially torture and death,I find hard to watch but once I got past the first section where they show most of the torture, I was able to tolerate and actually pay attention to this mobie.   It made me realize how much I didn’t know about Osama bin Laden, the war on terror, what the CIA is and how much behind the scenes work there is-going on then and now.  The actual person that shot Osama Bin Laden might be celebrated as the hero but the CIA Officer in this story was really responsable for finding him.  I think the way it ended was compelling-finding him was so difficult and the work was tense and required fine tooth analysis-this had disastrous effects on the CIA staff, until it was all over and the full impact came down on them.  The lead officer was confident and bold and then once he has been found and killed, the movie ends with her on a plane being questioned where she might want to trabel to.  In the end, she killed a man,  and this leaves her unsure of how to move forward in her life.  The troops are not to be overlooked either.  The bravery that is required for these people and troops is incredible-young men are flown to a mass terrorist’s home near midnight and go throughout his maze like hideout, killing terrorist one by one, while collecting the women and children and trying to keep them quiet.  So many things in life we just accept as part of life, but what these people undergo is scary and commendable and should not be taken for granted because these are life or more likely, death, situations.

Poem 3 April 9, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — charlottepierce13 @ 11:49 am
Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.But it was High up there! It was high!So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was bornThough you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

This poem poses death as solution to the loss of love.  There is obviously a great deal of disillusionment in this mentality and this is portrayed in the author’s account of his attempts.  He uses contradiction to grab the reader’s attention; emphasizing the cold water that actually saved him from drowning-the harsh, cold, reality saved him in life.  Similarly, when he references the height in his jumping suicide attempt, I took this to be the force that held him back from jumping.  People often think of suicide as an easier solution but this poem argues its difficulties and complications.  It is harder to carry on with life than to end it and this is exemplified in this character’s difficulty with suicide. He concludes that he is meant to stay on earth, his attempts at suicide are fought by fate and that life is valuable.

Although subtle, I think the use of the simile in the final line is significant.  The comparison of life being fine as wine captures a couple of meanings.  That his tale of life as gloomy and full of loss is also as rich as wine, complex and full.  Also, wine evokes joyful images, times of celebratory events and suicide certainly doesn’t encompass these qualities.  Ending with this simile shows his transformation from despair to celebration.  The tone allows for the difficult topic of suicide to be brushed over because of the positive conclusion.  In addition, the language is informal and almost feels friendly, to match the tone.  Hughe’s use of an informal and colloquial language allows us to read such different subject matter and digest its meaning comfortably.


To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time April 7, 2013

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This is a carpe diem style sonnet, discussing fleeing time and opportunities that must be taken advantage of.  The rose is a metaphor for the virgins, life from the earth but that is fleeting as all plants have short lives.  The sun is also a metaphor for a new day, new opportunity, etc.  The obvious message is simply to seize the day, but specifically to this, we must keep the title in mind.  With the intended audience being the Virgins, the true message is for the virgins to seize the day in what that would mean to them.  The virgins need to take advantage of their youth, physically being capable to bear child and their attractiveness, to be wed.  It’s funny that I think of seizing the day as an unrestricted, liberating experience but this contradicts my ideas.  This sonnet tells the women to participate in the 17th century repression.  It is in an ABAB rhyme scheme which focuses the reader’s eye to the last word.  While the previous part of each line was important, the last word sets the context or further explains the previous.  For example, “The glorious lamp of heaven” is “the sun.”  Carpe diem isn’t restricted to a definition just of seizing the day, so someone could take it to mean losing control, going crazy, if they have been an overly serious, focused person.  But the message from this piece very clearly in the end stresses the spirituality, a promotion of marriage, and a suggested equivalence between it and being “merry.”


Poem 2 April 4, 2013

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A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
This a Gothic poem, characterized as being very emotional, even disturbing.  It is written in the first person with a great use of verbs(I weep-line 18).  The first stanza poses a question in a farewell to a loved one that is then elaborated on in the second stanza.  The rhyme scheme varies; the majority of it is in couples but the first three lines contain a three lined rhyme.  This has the effect of narrowing the reader’s eyes on these words, overlooking the less important transition or filler words and grasping onto the impacting and important words.  The diction is relatively simple, so to match the message and reach the audience.  Synonyms like vision, night, and deep are used to highlight the theme of a dream without exhausting that one word.  The poem reads excellently, where the transitions make it seem less like words on a paper and more like an actual dream; the shore and grains of sand imagery immediately come to life.  The poem dramatizes a confusion in watching the important things in life slip away.  Realizing he cannot hold onto even one grain of sand leads to his final question that all things are a dream.  What I first thought of was a man falling out of religion and belief.   That he had had enough bad or injustice happen to him that he couldn’t see how there could be a God anymore.  The character feels out of control, he cannot protect this other person so important to him and so he concludes that the world is folly.  That the goal type of dreams are fleeting and that all that we perceive is just an endless string of dreams.

Lucid Dreams April 1, 2013

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I usually don’t have very cohesive, comprehensible dreams but the other day, I had one that was definitely an idea from a dream but I think could be very effective in the real world.  We had just watched a video in history on a nature preserve in South America that is above a massive amount of oil.  A demonstration was done in New York City, where an oil rig was placed in the middle of a public park, and people were furious.  They felt cheated, powerless, like justice had been upset.  Similarly, I dreamed of walls put up that people were walking into and then getting trapped inside-kind of like a maze, kind of like a cage.  The people within and outside of the enclosures were both upset, feeling similar injustices. In my dream this was an experiment and it exposed what animals who can’t express their thoughts and emotions go through.  Cages are just one example of animal’s plight but they are an important one.  The key to animal mistreatment is the extraction of them from their natural habitats.  Whether it is extreme mistreatment such as being caged in zoos or just caged in a friendly home environment, both are unacceptable.  I think if people can remember how they feel in a situation just like an animals, they’ll be more motivated to promote animal welfare in every way.