Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Journal #25
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"The Pit and the Pendulum"
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
"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"
-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
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thoreau's "Walden"
"Thoreau's Walden - an Annotated Edition." The Thoreau Reader. Web. 16 Nov. 2010.
"Life in the Woods Henry David Thoreau Walden; or Criticism." ENotes - Literature Study Guides, Lesson Plans, and More. Web. 16 Nov. 2010.
Journal #23
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thoreau and Gandhi
Thoreau, Henry D. "Civil Disobedience." The Transcendentalists--including Ralph Waldo Emerson--David Henry Thoreau--Others--Dial Magazine. Web. 13 Nov. 2010. http://www.transcendentalists.com/civil_disobedience.htm.
Gandhi. "Famous Speeches of Gandhiji: On the Eve of the Historic Dandi March." Mani Bhavan--Gandhi Sangrahalaya: Mahatma Gandhi Museum & Reference Library. Web. 13 Nov. 2010. http://www.gandhi-manibhavan.org/gandhicomesalive/speech4.htm.
Journal #22
Thursday, November 11, 2010
"Emerson and the Work of Melancholia"
"Emerson and the Work of Melancholia." Raritan (Spring 1987). Quoted as "Emerson and the Work of Melancholia" in Bloom, Harold, ed. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Updated Edition, Bloom's Modern Critical Views. New York: Chelsea House Publishing, 2006. Bloom's Literary Reference Online. Facts On Fild, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?ItemID=WE54&SID=1&iPin=MCVRWE007&SingleRecord=True (accessed November 7, 2010).
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Journal #21
Monday, November 8, 2010
Journal #20
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Journal #19
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
"My Playmate" Analysis
"The pine trees on Ramoth Hill were very dark, and blossoms were falling off the trees because of the May wind.
The blossoms fell at our feet, the birds from the orchard were singing clear, it was the sweetest yet saddest day of the year.
My playmate left her home, but it hurt me more than the animals, and took with her spring, music, and the bloom of flowers.
She kissed her family and acquaintances, and held my hand; what more could I ask, I who had fed her father's cows?
She left in May, years kept passing and May mornings llike the one she left happened, but she never returned.
I walk through the years, and every year I sow in spring and reap the ears of corn in autumn.
She lives where her summer roses blow all year long, and she sees the children of the sun come and go.
Perhaps there she smooths her silken gown with jewelled hands, which is no longer the lap with homespun clothes where I shook the walnuts.
Wild grapes are on the hill and nuts are on the hill, they wait for us, but still the woods of Follymill are made sweet by the May flowers.
Lilies blossom, birds build nests, and the dark pines on Ramoth Hill sing the slow song of the sea.
I wonder if she thinks of the trees and the old times, or if the pines of Ramoth Hill are in her dreams.
I see her face and hear her voice, does she remember mine?
What am I to her now, I that fed her father's cows?
Does she care that orioles build for other eyes than ours, that other hands are filled with nuts or other laps with flowers?
Oh playmate in the good old days!
Our mossy seat is still green, the violets bloom around it, and trees bend over it.
The winds which blow with the scent of birch and fern, also blow memories, and in spring the veeries sing of long ago.
The pines of Ramoth Wood are still moaning like the sea, the sea of change which has come between you and me."
Whittier used a number of poetic devices. He similes, and an example of one is when he says "...The blossoms in the sweet May wind were falling like the snow." He is using the simile "like the snow" to describe the blossoms. He brings up another mental picture of snow falling to show how the petals were falling. He also uses imagery in a number of ways. He paints beautiful pictures with his words. Some examples of this are "The blossoms drifted at our feet, The orchard birds sang clear;..." "The lilies blossom in the pond, the bird builds in the tree,..." "...Our mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet, The old trees o'er it lean."
I think this poem is pretty straightforward, and it is talking about his playmate from when he was young. He worked on her father's farm and really looked up to her, and he probably had a crush on her. One day, when she became old enough, she left the farm on a beautiful May day, and she never came back. Whittier assumed that she had done well for herself, so he assumed that she was wearing beautiful clothes and had expensive material items. He still wants her to come back to him and it seems as if she was his first love, and that he spent many years of his life pining for her. The poem never explains, though, what happened to either of them, so the poem just seems very sad.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Journal #18
He liked to go to the park ev'ry day.
His name was Boxer and he liked to bark,
Wherever he went he left a big mark.
He was an incredibly friendly pup,
He even had a very special cup.
Suddenly one day Boxer ran away,
To hide from everyone so he could lay
Down and give birth to a litter of pups,
And through all of his down and all his ups,
His owners found out that he was a she,
And from all of the things that they could see,
She was just as wonderful as a he,
But they had to go on a shopping spree.
The pups were wonderful to everyone,
But they were not given away, not one.
The End
Monday, November 1, 2010
"Thanatopsis"
- Nature talks to Nature Lovers and steals their thoughts.
- His last thoughts come like a bad dream over his spirit and make him sad which drives him to go listen to Nature because soon he will die and no one will care he is gone.
- He will be buried and the Earth will use his body for nourishment.
- Oak roots will use him to grow the tree.
- He is not dead yet and he will not die alone.
- He will be with the great and the rulers at a great meeting.
- Nature decorates man's tomb.
- The whole universe is shining on cemeteries.
- There are more dead people than living.
- The dead rule the Earth from within.
- What if you die and no one notices?
- All the living will end up dead.
- Everyone will go one when you are gone, but they will all die in the end.
- Eventually, everyone will be dead with you.
- When you die, go peacefully.
Poetic Devices:
Whitman uses many poetic devices, but he mostly uses similes and leaves the rest up to us to determine. An example of a simile in his poem "Thanatopsis" would be "Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Another example would be "...like the quarry-slave at night, Sourged to his dungeon,..."
There are many different things that Whitman could be trying to make us understand in his poem, and he could be saying many different things. I think he is mostly saying that there is a man that will die soon, but Nature has been very kind to him and will sooth him. I also think that he is trying to reassure this person, because he discusses how everyone on the Earth dies and will be dead at some point, so this person has nothing to worry about. He is saying that this person does not need to fight death becasue it will come as a relief, so this person can go peacefully.