| Jhumpa Lahiri |
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Interpreter of Maladies
Everyday Use
| Alice Walker |
Hazel Tells Laverne
Hazel Tells Laverne by Katherine Howd Machan, is a very different story. It is told in a very odd way, and has no punctuation. The poem is riddled with literary techniques. The many I noted include personification, motif, anecdote, ballad, allusion, and colloquialism. The ones I found most important are motif and colloquialism. The colloquialism gives insight into the identity of the narrator. Machan writes, "well i screams' ya little green pervert an i hitsm with my mop an has ta lush the toilet down three times" (Machan). This shows that the narrator is uneducated. My guess is that she is African American, due to the fact that the other poems that I have profiled, have been about African Americans. The other important literary technique is motif. Machan repeats the phrase "me a princess" (Machan) twice. This shows that Hazel doesn't think much of herself. She doesn't believe she can be a princess. She believes she couldn't possibly be chosen to be the frog prince's princess. The poem shows that importance of even the uneducated, and the poor. It is not simply the classic snow white, Cinderella character that can become a princess. Even Hazel, an uneducated person can be chosen by the frog. We all have importance, and are all of great value.
Mr. Z
| M. Carl Holman |
Dream Deferred
| Langston Hughes |
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Perrine Blog Post
I have to say that I feel enlightened after reading the Perrine article. While I was reading the poems for class earlier, I had no idea what was going on in these poems. I did my best, and came up with what I thought were some good ideas, but they were not "correct". While reading this article, I found myself agreeing with the ideas about poems. I agree that while more than one poem interpretation may not be completely wrong, a small amount always is more correct than the others. The idea that those which rely on the least assumptions makes complete sense, and I agree one hundred percent. The idea about symbols, I also thought was correct, where rather than being metaphors for other things, they are actually the things that are mentioned, but simultaneously represent something greater than themselves. This makes sense to me, rather than being just one representing another, one thing can actually represent both.
While reading this, I found the actual meanings of the poems that we read in class very interesting. I initially thought Dickinson's poem was about flowers and bees, and while I was right in a way, Perrine showed that a representation of a sunset actually makes sense. I suspect those who said the poem was about a sunset for homework, however looked up the poem and gained that knowledge through the internet. While reading about the poems by Melville and Whitman, I thought I already knew everything about these poems. I thought they were about war, and that was it. Little did I know that Melville's poem was actually about the stars. After rereading the poem, I thought that was definitely fitting, and had I thought to look past the soldiers, I probably would have seen the stars. The poem by William blake was about corruption and good, I figured that much. I didn't figure though, that it could have so many meanings, and that they all could be correct. Overall, I feel I have gained a deeper insight into the world of poetry through this article.
While reading this, I found the actual meanings of the poems that we read in class very interesting. I initially thought Dickinson's poem was about flowers and bees, and while I was right in a way, Perrine showed that a representation of a sunset actually makes sense. I suspect those who said the poem was about a sunset for homework, however looked up the poem and gained that knowledge through the internet. While reading about the poems by Melville and Whitman, I thought I already knew everything about these poems. I thought they were about war, and that was it. Little did I know that Melville's poem was actually about the stars. After rereading the poem, I thought that was definitely fitting, and had I thought to look past the soldiers, I probably would have seen the stars. The poem by William blake was about corruption and good, I figured that much. I didn't figure though, that it could have so many meanings, and that they all could be correct. Overall, I feel I have gained a deeper insight into the world of poetry through this article.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The Great Gatsby Pgs. 169-180
I just finished reading The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. While there were times, I wondered the points of the book, at the end I must say, it was a great story. Even though Gatsby wasn't even in the first parts of the story, and we didn't really, truly meet Gatsby until the ending parts of the book, I now know why the book is called the Great Gatsby. Even though Gatsby threw lavish parties, and was nothing but nice to all those he met, and was a great host to the many who were in attendance at his parties, there were only three men in attendance at his funeral. I felt extremely sad for Gatsby, that no one bothered to come to the funeral. When I read "What I called about was a pair of shoes I left there. I wonder if it'd be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see, they're tenis shoes, and I'm sort of helpless without them" (Fitzgerald 169), I found myself furious. Nick had just told this man that Gatsby had died, and asked him to come to the funeral, when the man responded that he'd try to come, but he had a picnic he had to go to instead. It truly puts the value of the human life in perspective. Even though Gatsby was a good man, and had met many, he still only had three at his funeral. None of the many people he met were truly his friends, only Nick opened himself up to be a friend. While I hoped Gatsby would end up happy with Daisy, I see now why he had to die. In death, he is immortalized. He made something great of his life, and in death, he I see him as the man who died tragically due to the words and actions of a rich man who cared for no one but himself, Tom Buchanan. I hated him from the beginning, and hate him ever so much more now, for getting The Great Gatsby killed.
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