Thursday, December 2, 2010
Journal #26
Snow is crazy. Some people like snow very much and wish it would snow everyday. Some people like snow, but only because it is cold. They think that because it is so cold, that it might as well snow. Some people tolerate snow, while other people totally and completely hate snow. I like snow up to a point. I like snow on the very first day after it has snowed, when absolutely nothing has touched it and it looks so pristine, sparkling and beautiful. After there are footprints on the snow, it is not pretty anymore, and I do not enjoy the cold so I never want to go outside and play in it. I also hate the snow because of driving. It is fun when it does not stick to the ground and is only slightly snowing and it lightly blows across the road, but if there is a really strong wind I absolutely hate it. I also hate when snow has been on the ground for a few days and has been driven on for quite a while and it turns to slush or ice, because that can be very dangerous. I get nervous when I have to drive on it, because I am afraid of what could happen if the slightest thing went wrong. Snow can be fun if people want to play in it and do not mind all the cold. They can have snowball fights, make snowmen, or even go sledding if they can find a hill that is big enough here in Illinois. I have never been truly sledding, because there is not a hill big enough around my house except the one in Centennial Park. That hill is always busy though, so I never go there because there are so many people. Snowball fights can be fun if they are fair and against people that will actually have fun with it. Snowmen can also be fun to make, becuase they can be made anywhere with anyone. It is a very fun activity, but I haven't done any of it in a long time, and I normally do not have time for it unless it is a snow day. Snow can be fun, but it can also be a pain.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
"The Minister's Black Veil"
The Minister's Black Veil is a dark story that is very upsetting to many people. Many people could think that the story was meant to be very dark and mysterious, but the author, Nathaniel Hawthorne, was trying to leave the ending up to the reader. In the story The Minister's Black Veil, a minister named Mr. Hooper, who was very much loved and adored, suddenly started wearing a black veil that covered his face down to his mouth (Hawthorne). Many people were very frightened by the veil, for they thought that the veil had partially come from the Devil (Hawthorne). The veil gave chills to many people, and they did not want to be anywhere near it (Hawthorne). They wanted Mr. Hooper to take the veil off, but they were all too afraid to ask him (Hawthorne). He was the kind of man that would have overthought any of his actions if anyone had said the least thing to him, but no one had the courage to talk to him about his black veil and how it frightened them all (Hawthorne). Finally, his intended wife, who was unafraid of the veil and did not feel anything at all when in its prescence, decided to talk to Mr. Hooper about it (Hawthorne). She was very straight forward in her approach, and she made it easier for both of them by doing so (Hawthorne). She asked why he wore the veil, because many people that were a part of his congregation were very scared of it and thought that he was trying to hide a sin that he had comitted (Hawthorne). He refused to take it off, though, because he said it was a symbol of the veil that every human wears because they have sinned, so he could not get rid of it (Hawthorne). She was very upset about it and began to feel the same terrors as the rest of the congregation had, and she was weeping because of it (Hawthorne). She actually broke off her engagement with him, because she was so afraid of it and because she would never be able to see his face again (Hawthorne). Mr. Hooper went around for the rest of his life wearing that black veil, and everyone else completely avoided him (Hawthorne). They either went out of their way to avoid him or they were very rude and ran in to him on purpose (Hawthorne). Children ran away when they saw him walking in the distance, women looked down their nose at him, and men just avoided him (Hawthorne). He lived in solitude, and he became very good at being a minister (Hawthorne). Soon, though, he was dying (Hawthorne). His ex-intended was the nurse that was by his bedside, and she had never let go of her feelings for him (Hawthorne). Soon, as he was taking his last breaths, the people around him asked him if they could take off the veil for him, and he refused them (Hawthorne). He held it on his face while he was dying, so they left it on while they were having his service and even buried him with it on (Hawthorne). People were still very freaked out about it after he died, and the story continues to be freaky (Hawthorne). The Minister's Black Veil shows many characteristics of Romanticism, and the main one is all of the details that Hawthorne puts in to the story. The people were very emotional and did not let reasoning take place in thier minds. The story was also a lot about the individual and what happened to Mr. Hooper, not anyone else. There were a ton of fears, mystery, emotions, and superstitions in the story, and people were mostly going crazy from fear. The Minister's Black Veil is a very mysterious, enjoyable story.
Hawthorne,, Nathaniel. "The Minister's Black Veil." Ibiblio - The Public's Library and Digital Archive. Web. 01 Dec. 2010..
Hawthorne,, Nathaniel. "The Minister's Black Veil." Ibiblio - The Public's Library and Digital Archive. Web. 01 Dec. 2010.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Journal #25
There are many times people wear masks. Everyone has worn a mask at some point in their life, and it could be for any number of reasons. Often, people wear masks to hide things that they do not want others to see. The most common time to wear a mask is when a person is upset and does not want others to see that they are upset. They will cover their true feelings and hide themselves by seeming to be happy when they are really not. Some people are extremely good at hiding their true feelings. Those are people that can seem incredibly happy no matter what. Some people never figure out that those people are not how they seem to be, and most often only the best friends of those people can ever tell that anything is wrong. There are also a number of people that can not hide anything from anyone. Everyone is able to tell that they are upset, and even though they may think that they are deceiving people by putting on a happy face, but many people are able to see through it. They really are not hiding their feelings from anyone, and though everyone can tell, most people will not do anything about it. Sometimes it is very bad that people do not do anything, because those people that are upset could have a psychological disorder that could be fixed if only someone would do something for the person that is upset. I have worn masks before to try to hide my true feelings, and though it always ends up well, I am still very upset at the time. I am a person that is not good at hiding my true feelings, but as I have gotten older I have either gotten mildly better or people just ignore it more and leave me alone. Many things can happen, good or bad, when people wear masks, and it is often hard to stop wearing masks once a person has started.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"The Pit and the Pendulum"
"The Pit and the Pendulum" is a very that has many characteristics of Edgar Allan Poe's works, and it also has many of the characteristics of Dark Romanticism. "The Pit and the Pendulum" is a story about the Spanish Inquisition (Poe). A man was captured and because he did not admit to his guilt, which made the Spaniards automatically assume he was guilty, he was sentenced to death (Poe). He immediately fainted, and when he woke up he was in the prison (Poe). While he was in the prison, he was nearly killed by falling into a well, but luckily he tripped right before he would have walked into it (Poe). Then, his guards gave him drugged food and water so he was knocked unconscious and strapped him to a bed (Poe). He could move his head and his left arm to his elbow, where there was some spiced meat (Poe). A man signifying Father Time was painted on the wall above him, and Father Time held a pendulum of steel that was sharpened at the point and kept swinging lower, trying to kill the man (Poe). The man escaped this as well by rubbing some of the spices of the meat onto his bonds and letting the rats that were everywhere in the prison chew through the bonds (Poe). He stood and the walls quickly started to close in on him (Poe). He had no idea what to do, because the only place he could go was into the well (Poe). He was dropping in at the last second when suddenly the French general of Napoleon's army caught him, saving his life, and proclaimed that Napoleon's army had gotten through the Spanish defenses and the prisoners that were in the prison had been freed (Poe). The story ends rather abruptly there, but it shows many characteristics of Romanticism and Dark Romanticism. "The Pit and the Pendulum" shows the characteristic of Romanticism that explains that people should use intuition and feeling over their thought and reasoning. The man in the story tried to take the measurements of the dungeon room that he was in, but he confused himself while he was trying to reason it out and made the room seem twice as big as it really was. Much of the story just tries to convey some of the emotions of the man, because he feels a number of emotions, and the greatest of all of these was the fear and the terror that were constantly on his mind. He was very imaginative in the way that he escaped all of his bonds, and he had to come up with many different ideas before he found those that worked. He was also very lucky in that he tripped right before he would have fallen into the well, and I'm sure that the Romanticists would view that as against science in some way, again making it Romanticist. Poe's work talks about the importance of the individual and the individual's mind, and how he would not have been able to escape without some sense of self-worth preserving him through all of his hardships endured in the prison. "The Pit and the Pendulum" definitely showed characteristics of Romanticism.
Poe, Edger Allan. “The Pit and the Pendulum” In American Literature. Willhelm, Jeffory, comp. McGraw Hill. Columbus, 2009. Print.
Poe, Edger Allan. “The Pit and the Pendulum” In American Literature. Willhelm, Jeffory, comp. McGraw Hill. Columbus, 2009. Print.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
"The Raven" Criticism
"The Raven" is a poem that can be really enjoyable, but can also scare people or make them not want to read Poe anymore because of the themes he uses. "The Raven" can be interpreted a number of ways, and is often a start of controversies between literary critics (Edgar). "The Raven" talks about a man that wishes for his lost love Lenore, and has no way to do anything about it (Poe). Suddenly, a raven knocks on his window and flies in, and perches on a bust of Pallas Athena above the man's door (Poe). It sits there and stares at the man while the man is going crazy thinking about his lost love (Poe). He talks to himself and to the raven, and he thinks that the raven answers him by saying the word "Nevermore" over and over (Poe). The raven saying "Nevermore" made the man think he was crazy, and it also made the man very, very upset about the fact that the raven said he would never see Lenore again, which broke his heart even more than it had already been broken (Poe). He screamed at the raven to get out of his house, but the raven said that it would move "Nevermore", so the raven stayed on the bust of Pallas Athena for the rest of both of their lives (Poe). When "The Raven" was originally published, many of its readers really enjoyed reading it (Edgar). They loved the suspense, horror, and mystery that the poem brought, and they loved that it was such a new style of writing that they could read (Edgar). The literary critics, though, had mixed reviews of the poem (Edgar). They had many issues with some of the things that Edgar Allen Poe had written, and they declared that some of his lines were inconsistent with the others (Edgar). They thought that some of the literary ideas, such as internal rhyme and some of the more technical concerns that they had made the poem ineffective (Edgar). They also thought some of his lines did not make sense, and they thought that some of them should be gotten rid of. Critics also thought that Edgar Allen Poe had stolen some of his ideas for "The Raven" and possibly some of his other works from a number of other authors such as Charles Dickens (Edgar). They claimed that Poe based his poem off of a book that Dickens had written including a talking raven (Edgar). Though it is logical that they could be linked, the styles of writing would be very different and they would not have any relevancy to the other whatsoever. They argued with him and criticized him so much for it, he even wrote another work that explained how he come up with the idea for "The Raven", because he wanted to prove that it was an original work (Edgar). Many people still do not know what to make of "The Raven" and it is still considered a mildly controversial work, but it is still enjoyed by many. It was the beginning of a new genre of writing, and it changed writing all over the world forever.
"Edgar Allan Poe The Raven Criticism." ENotes - Literature Study Guides, Lesson Plans, and More. Web. 21 Nov. 2010..
Poe, Edgar A. "The Raven : the Poem." Edgar Allan Poe's House of Usher (fan Site). Web. 23 Nov. 2010..
"Edgar Allan Poe The Raven Criticism." ENotes - Literature Study Guides, Lesson Plans, and More. Web. 21 Nov. 2010.
Poe, Edgar A. "The Raven : the Poem." Edgar Allan Poe's House of Usher (fan Site). Web. 23 Nov. 2010.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
"The Raven"
Literal Translation:
-Once at midnight while I was weak and thinking about a lot of forgotten lore, I was almost asleep when suddenly I hear rapping that sounded like someone gently knocking on my bedroom door.
-I said to myself, “It is only a visitor knocking on my door and nothing else.”
-I distinctly remember that it was the middle of December and every dying ember could be seen going out.
-I wished for tomorrow to come; I had vainly wished that my books would give me an end to my sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore, the beautiful girl the angels call Lenore, nameless here forever.
-And the rustling of the curtains thrilled me and filled me with terrors; so now, to calm my heart, I said to myself “It is only a late visitor who is knocking at my bedroom door and nothing else.”
-My heart grew strong; so I waited no longer, I said “Sir or Madam, please forgive me; but I was napping and you knocked so gently, I was not sure I heard you,” then I opened the door and nothing was there.
-I stood looking into the darkness for a long time, dreaming things no mortal had ever dreamed; but nothing happened, the only wound was my whispered “Lenore!” which was returned by an echo, “Lenore!” and nothing else.
-I turned around and my heart was pounding, soon I heard more knocking.
-“Surely that is something at my window,” I said; “Let me see what it is and explore this mystery, calm down, heart, and let me explore this mystery; it is only the wind.”
-Here I opened my shutter and a Raven from days past stepped in.
-He did not show respect; he did not stop or stay for a minute; but he perched on a bust above my bedroom door, a bust of Athena, just perched and sat and nothing else.
-The black bird twisted me into thinking it smiled, by the stern face it wore, I said “Though your feathers are gone you are not a coward, ghastly, ancient Raven, from the Nightly shore-tell me your lordly name on Pluto’s shore!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I marveled at the clear conversation, though its answer had little meaning or relevancy; For we all agree that no human could see a bird above his bedroom door, bird or beast on the sculpture above his door with a name like “Nevermore”.
-But the Raven, sitting on the peaceful bust, said only that one word, as if that was his whole soul.
-He said nothing more and did not move until I said “He will leave tomorrow, like my other dreams.”
-Then it said “Nevermore.”
-Startled that it replied at such a time, I said “Surely this is only what the bird picked up from an unhappy master whom Disaster followed until his songs only talked about Never and Nevermore.”
-But the Raven, still tricking me into thinking he was smiling, I moved a cushioned seat to right in front of the bird, bust, and door; then, sitting down, I forced myself to start figuring out what the bird meant in saying “Nevermore”.
-This I sat pondering, not speaking to the bird who stared me down to my inmost core; I sat figuring out this and more, my head laid back, on the cushion the lamplight went over but that she would touch nevermore.
-Then, the air became more dense, perfumed with a hidden censer swung by Seraphim whose footsteps tinkled on the floor.
-I cried “Wretch! Your God lent you and sent you with these angels, give me respite and nepenthe to keep me from thinking of Lenore, drink this nepenthe and forget Lenore!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I said “Prophet! Evil thing! Prophet, whether bird or devil! Whether sent by the devil or here because of storms, alone but not scared, stuck on this desert land, at this house, forever with horror, tell me truly, will I ever be relieved of my suffering? Tell me, I beg you!”
- The Raven said “Nevermore.”
- said “Prophet! Evil thing! Prophet, whether bird or devil! By Heaven above and the God we both adore, tell this sorrowful soul if in the coming Eden, I shall hold a girl the angels call Lenore, hold a beautiful girl the angels call Lenore.”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I said “Then let that word be the last, bird or devil! Get back into the storm and near Pluto! Leave no feathers signifying your speech! Leave me in my loneliness! Leave the bust above my door!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-And the Raven, never moving, still sitting there on the peaceful bust of Athena above my bedroom door; who has eyes that seem like a demon is dreaming, with the lamplight that casts your shadow on the floor; My soul shall never be lifted from that shadow floating on the floor.
Edgar Allen Poe uses a great deal of literary devices in his poem "The Raven", and quite a bit of it is symbolism. He repeats things a great deal for either emphasis or so he can paint the image a little bit differently in the mind of the reader. He also uses allusions a lot, leading to other things. He often alludes to the Bible and stories or passages in it. He also symbolizes many different things, because the Raven could symbolize his conscience, his unconcious mind, or things that he knows but refuses to come to terms with.
I think this poem is very dark and has a dark meaning, but it also may hide the true meaning from many of its readers. This poem talks about a man speaking with a Raven, who could symbolize his unconscious mind, and a lost lover that he longs for desperately. I think the man in the poem is imagining the whole thing and in reality is asleep, asking himself if he will ever see his lover again. He wants to hope for the best and get rid of his sorrows, but deep inside, he knows that he will never see his lover again, in this life or in the next, but he wrestles with himself over it. He does not want to believe that his hopes have been dashed, but he subconsciously knows that his hopes are dead. This is a very intriguing poem with many possible meanings and explanations.
-Once at midnight while I was weak and thinking about a lot of forgotten lore, I was almost asleep when suddenly I hear rapping that sounded like someone gently knocking on my bedroom door.
-I said to myself, “It is only a visitor knocking on my door and nothing else.”
-I distinctly remember that it was the middle of December and every dying ember could be seen going out.
-I wished for tomorrow to come; I had vainly wished that my books would give me an end to my sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore, the beautiful girl the angels call Lenore, nameless here forever.
-And the rustling of the curtains thrilled me and filled me with terrors; so now, to calm my heart, I said to myself “It is only a late visitor who is knocking at my bedroom door and nothing else.”
-My heart grew strong; so I waited no longer, I said “Sir or Madam, please forgive me; but I was napping and you knocked so gently, I was not sure I heard you,” then I opened the door and nothing was there.
-I stood looking into the darkness for a long time, dreaming things no mortal had ever dreamed; but nothing happened, the only wound was my whispered “Lenore!” which was returned by an echo, “Lenore!” and nothing else.
-I turned around and my heart was pounding, soon I heard more knocking.
-“Surely that is something at my window,” I said; “Let me see what it is and explore this mystery, calm down, heart, and let me explore this mystery; it is only the wind.”
-Here I opened my shutter and a Raven from days past stepped in.
-He did not show respect; he did not stop or stay for a minute; but he perched on a bust above my bedroom door, a bust of Athena, just perched and sat and nothing else.
-The black bird twisted me into thinking it smiled, by the stern face it wore, I said “Though your feathers are gone you are not a coward, ghastly, ancient Raven, from the Nightly shore-tell me your lordly name on Pluto’s shore!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I marveled at the clear conversation, though its answer had little meaning or relevancy; For we all agree that no human could see a bird above his bedroom door, bird or beast on the sculpture above his door with a name like “Nevermore”.
-But the Raven, sitting on the peaceful bust, said only that one word, as if that was his whole soul.
-He said nothing more and did not move until I said “He will leave tomorrow, like my other dreams.”
-Then it said “Nevermore.”
-Startled that it replied at such a time, I said “Surely this is only what the bird picked up from an unhappy master whom Disaster followed until his songs only talked about Never and Nevermore.”
-But the Raven, still tricking me into thinking he was smiling, I moved a cushioned seat to right in front of the bird, bust, and door; then, sitting down, I forced myself to start figuring out what the bird meant in saying “Nevermore”.
-This I sat pondering, not speaking to the bird who stared me down to my inmost core; I sat figuring out this and more, my head laid back, on the cushion the lamplight went over but that she would touch nevermore.
-Then, the air became more dense, perfumed with a hidden censer swung by Seraphim whose footsteps tinkled on the floor.
-I cried “Wretch! Your God lent you and sent you with these angels, give me respite and nepenthe to keep me from thinking of Lenore, drink this nepenthe and forget Lenore!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I said “Prophet! Evil thing! Prophet, whether bird or devil! Whether sent by the devil or here because of storms, alone but not scared, stuck on this desert land, at this house, forever with horror, tell me truly, will I ever be relieved of my suffering? Tell me, I beg you!”
- The Raven said “Nevermore.”
- said “Prophet! Evil thing! Prophet, whether bird or devil! By Heaven above and the God we both adore, tell this sorrowful soul if in the coming Eden, I shall hold a girl the angels call Lenore, hold a beautiful girl the angels call Lenore.”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-I said “Then let that word be the last, bird or devil! Get back into the storm and near Pluto! Leave no feathers signifying your speech! Leave me in my loneliness! Leave the bust above my door!”
-The Raven said “Nevermore.”
-And the Raven, never moving, still sitting there on the peaceful bust of Athena above my bedroom door; who has eyes that seem like a demon is dreaming, with the lamplight that casts your shadow on the floor; My soul shall never be lifted from that shadow floating on the floor.
Edgar Allen Poe uses a great deal of literary devices in his poem "The Raven", and quite a bit of it is symbolism. He repeats things a great deal for either emphasis or so he can paint the image a little bit differently in the mind of the reader. He also uses allusions a lot, leading to other things. He often alludes to the Bible and stories or passages in it. He also symbolizes many different things, because the Raven could symbolize his conscience, his unconcious mind, or things that he knows but refuses to come to terms with.
I think this poem is very dark and has a dark meaning, but it also may hide the true meaning from many of its readers. This poem talks about a man speaking with a Raven, who could symbolize his unconscious mind, and a lost lover that he longs for desperately. I think the man in the poem is imagining the whole thing and in reality is asleep, asking himself if he will ever see his lover again. He wants to hope for the best and get rid of his sorrows, but deep inside, he knows that he will never see his lover again, in this life or in the next, but he wrestles with himself over it. He does not want to believe that his hopes have been dashed, but he subconsciously knows that his hopes are dead. This is a very intriguing poem with many possible meanings and explanations.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Journal #24
There are many times when one's mind plays tricks on them. Often, the mind will play tricks on people when they are afraid of something or are paranoid. People are normally more wary when it is dark out, and that is more often when people see something that is not there. They also can not see everything clearly when it is dark out, and that adds on to their worry. I have been scared many times in the dark after I have seen scary movies or television shows, because I often go to bed right after them, and when I was younger I was afraid of the dark. I would think that the people or animals or beasts in the show that I had just watched would be in my room, so I would be very scared about what was in my room. I would want one of my parents to come and tuck me in, and I would always put my head right under the covers as soon as they left and the light was out. I also did that when I had nightmares, because those always freaked me out a lot. I would always hide completely under the covers with enough room open in my covers to have a breathing passageway. I would also get a stuffed rabbit that I called "Bunny" and I would put him right next to me on the pillow next to me. I always thought that he would protect me from any scary monsters and keep me safe, because when I was younger I thought he was the epitome of goodness, so he could keep any scary monsters that were in my room away. He always made me feel better when he was there, and he consistently helped me get back to sleep at night because I thought he would protect me. There are many times when people can have tricks played on their mind, and it often happens in the dark when people are already scared and wary anyway.
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