Wednesday, January 13, 2016

English 211

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Poetry Materials

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English 44 Understanding Poetry

Images – appeals to us through our senses. They deal in color or sound, temperature, feelings or physical contact
Concrete Image – appeals  to us as bodily sensations
            Ex. Men do their broken weapons rather use
                        Than their bare hands.
Abstract Images – appeals to us a ideas, aspirations, et al.
            Ex. Just because you’re so proper, does that mean other people cannot enjoy?
Symbol – from Greek word Symbolon which means something put together; an image that stands for more than it denotes literally

Figures of Speech

‘The most exalting word is the word LIKE, whether it is pronounced or implied.”
-          Andre Breton
Simile – Latin word for “like”
Metaphor - - from Greek word for transfer; stronger than simile since it is more concentrated, it                            hits with greater impact.
Analogy – shows resemblance in form or function, between unlike objects
Synesthesia – from a Greek word which means blended feeling
Allusion – follows a “it-reminds-me-of” pattern; an incomplete reference to something that those              who share our knowledge or background will understand
Personification – seeing abstractions, movements, or events as people
Mythology – natural product of the symbolizing mind; it allows us to see people, places,                           abstractions, or events in a different light as associated to the figure with which they                     stand
Synecdoche – from Greek word which means taking as a whole ; it singles out some part of a       thing as important enough to stand for the whole thing
Metonymy – so close that it overlaps. Ex. I saw the Axe today!
Allegory – a narrative in which characters and events stand for ideas and actions on another
Paradox – a statement that seems to imply contradiction
Oxymoron – translated from the Greek as cleverly stupid or paraphrased as absurd on purpose
Irony – directs our attention, to a play of opposites
Archetypal Image – patterning whose unconscious charge can stir and disturb us

Dark                                                                Light
Despair                                                            Pity
Apathy                                                            Love
Sorrow                                                           Pride
Fear                                                                 Joy
Hate                                                                wonder
Anger                                                              Hope

Please make certain you have known by heart the poems we have tackled in class. 


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Let's talk about the girls....

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Kindly upload your answers on the comments section of this entry on or before November 26, 2015. Have a good time!

With a partner, discuss the following:

1. Identify least 3 symbols found in the poems. What do these symbols stand for?
2. Discuss how these symbols help achieve the meaning of the poem.
3 For Girls Working in Banks, discuss how Shapiro described to us the nature of banks and hoe important these establishments to different kinds of civilization.
4. For Loose Woman, Who killed the woman. Why do you say that is the killed?
5. A. What is the theme of Girls Working in Banks?
B. What is the theme of Loose Woman?
6. Kindly upload your softcopy on my blogspot on or before Thursday, Nov. 26, 2015.

Girls  Working in Banks
By: karl Shapiro

Girls working I banks wear bouffant hair and shed
In their passage over the rather magnificent floors
Tiny shreds of perforated paper, body flakes.
They walk through rows of youngwish vice-presidents
With faraway looks, who dandle pencils and tend to ignore
The little tigerish lights flashing on their telephones.
When the girls return to their stations behind a friendly grid
They out money neatly or graciously take it,
For not far from them the great interior glow of a vault
Built out of beaten dimes, stands open, shines,
Beaming security without ostentation.
If you glance inside it there’s nothing to be seen
But burnished drawers and poslished steel elbows
Of the great machine of the door. It’s s speckles world
With nobody inside it, like the bestroom in a crate.
The girls change places frequently, moving their own addresses
From Open to close, next counter, or they walk away
With surprising  freedom behind a wall or rise up on escalators
Past aging and well-groomed guards whose pistols seem
Almost a apologetic as they watch people
Bending over Formica stand-up desks writing
With ballpoint pens attached  to rosary chains,
After which the people select a queue in which they stand
Pious, abashed at the papery transactions,
And eventually walk with the subtlest sense if relief
Out  of revolving doors into the glorious anonymous streets.

Loose woman
By: X.J. Kennedy

Someone who well new how shed toss her chin
Passing the firehouse oglers, at their taunt,
Let it be flung up higher than shed want,
Just held fast by a little hinge of skin
Two boys come from the river
                Of underbrush and stooped. One wrecked a pair
                Of sneakers blundering into her hair
And that day made a different sort of catch.

Her next-best talent, setting tonues to buzz,
                Lasts longer than her best. It still occurs
                To wonderhad she been our fault or hers
And had she loved him. Who the bastard was,
Though long tyhey asked and notebooked round about
                And turned up not afew who would have known
                That white inch where her neck met shoulderbone,
Was one thing more we never did find out.

Visual Poetry

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Hello there, Poetry Enthusiasts!

To spend a better weekend that is both enjoyable and intellectually enriching, I am encouraging you to do the activity. Kindly submit an encoded answer on November 17, 2015. As agreed, please upload your soft copy in the comments section of this entry. Thank you.

1. Identify and evaluate the figures of speech used by the poet in the poem that follows. Discuss how the poem appeals? Do you think the poem is successful in delivering its intended meaning because of the devices used? If yes, how? If no, why?

- Margaret Atwood
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire 

2. How well do you think the imagery (lake, skates, saint, thin ice) works in the following love poem, published early this century?

Her bosom’s like a frozen lake
            On whose cold brink I stand;
Oh, buckle on my spirit’s skates,
            And take me by the hand!

And lead thou, loving saint, the way
            To where the ice is thin
That it may beak beneath my feet

            And let a lover in.
The Purse Seine
- Robinson Jeffers

Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark
of the moon; daylight or moonlight
They could not tell where to spread the net,
unable to see the phosphorescence of the
shoals of fish.
They work northward from Monterey, coasting
Santa Cruz; off New Year's Point or off
Pigeon Point
The look-out man will see some lakes of milk-color
light on the sea's night-purple; he points,
and the helmsman
Turns the dark prow, the motorboat circles the
gleaming shoal and drifts out her seine-net.
They close the circle
And purse the bottom of the net, then with great
labor haul it in.

I cannot tell you
How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible,
then, when the crowded fish
Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall
to the other of their closing destiny the
Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body
sheeted with flame, like a live rocket
A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame; while outside
the narrowing
Floats and cordage of the net great sea-lions come up
to watch, sighing in the dark; the vast walls
of night
Stand erect to the stars.

Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top
On a wide city, the colored splendor, galaxies of light:
how could I help but recall the seine-net
Gathering the luminous fish? I cannot tell you how
beautiful the city appeared, and a little terrible.
I thought, We have geared the machines and locked all together
into inter-dependence; we have built the great cities; now
There is no escape. We have gathered vast populations incapable
of free survival, insulated
From the strong earth, each person in himself helpless, on all
dependent. The circle is closed, and the net
Is being hauled in. They hardly feel the cords drawing, yet
they shine already. The inevitable mass-disasters
Will not come in our time nor in our children's, but we
and our children
Must watch the net draw narrower, government take all
powers--or revolution, and the new government
Take more than all, add to kept bodies kept souls--or anarchy,
the mass-disasters.
These things are Progress;
Do you marvel our verse is troubled or frowning, while it keeps
its reason? Or it lets go, lets the mood flow
In the manner of the recent young men into mere hysteria,
splintered gleams, crackled laughter. But they are
quite wrong.
There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew
that cultures decay, and life's end is death. 

Nims, J.F. 1913. Western wind. New York: Mc Graw Gill.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The End of the Weekend

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