Literary Analysis

Posted on | Wednesday, June 1, 2011 | No Comments

For this literary analysis I will be showing you a piece I wrote about a character in "Hamlet" by William Shakespeare. The character is Ophelia and I wrote about he downspiral in the play.
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                                                                                 Ophelia


            Ophelia is one of the most intricate characters in the play Hamlet written by William Shakespeare. Ophelia is a young teen, who is in love with Hamlet as soon as you find out about her. From what you learn she has always had a longing to be married to Hamlet. As the story continues on you will found out that, Ophelia, still madly in love, gets more complex. As new intriguing events and careless mistakes happen, where does this leave the young Ophelia?
            She comes in act I scene iii, she is talking to her brother about her love for Hamlet. Of course her brother Laertes is leaving and can no long keep an eye on her heart. “I shall the effect of this good lesson keep as watchmen of my heart” (1.3.45-46). She said this to reassure that no mishaps will go on while Laertes takes his leave for France.  In Laertes leaving Ophelia alone, she could not pursue Hamlet even further as she had wished. When talking to her father Polonius she says “he hath my lord, of late made many tenders of his affection to me” (1.3.100-1). This is in the scene where Hamlet had supposedly grabbed Ophelia by the wrist, and told her that he does love her.
            Later on in the play, Polonius and Claudius come up with this great plan to see what is wrong with Hamlet. The thing is Polonius thinks that Hamlet is just love sick. So in this plan, they use Ophelia to there advantage. They place her in the corridor and make her pretend to read a book as soon as Hamlet passes by. This is when Hamlet is in his “crazy” stage after seeing the ghost. After telling Ophelia to go to a nunnery, and telling her that he never did love her, I believe this is the “breaking” point in our poor Miss Ophelia. She begins to burst into tears over the torn letters that he had given her and cries out “Heavenly powers, Restore him!” (3.1.145). At this point in time you can just imagine all of the questions that are running through Ophelia’s mind. Such as “Why is this happening to me?” or “Did he ever love me?”  Then after all of this nonsense, Hamlet toys with her boggled mind even further.
            During the time of Hamlets mischievous plan to catch Claudius in the act, Hamlet meets up with Ophelia. He just then straight up asks Ophelia, “Lady, shall I lie in your lap?” (3.2.112). during this point and time, Ophelia accepts that Hamlet is the way that he is and allows him to. Then once the play has started, Hamlet continues to talk to Ophelia. He teases her about being merry, and talks about being married. He had the audacity to talk to her like that, in such a short period of time, after he had broken her heart. But once again she accepts it, and then she says “You are naught you are naught/ I’ll mark the play” (3.2.145). What she is attempting to say is that he is being indecent and should just watch the play. Later on after Claudius makes a big commotion, Hamlet did something that causes Ophelia to just go all out crazy.
            Hamlet had killed Polonius in thinking that it was Claudius just spying on them. In the mean time, Hamlet really doesn’t care that he had just killed an innocent man. Polonius was just hiding behind the curtain to try and ascertain the truth about Hamlets situation and why he was really insane. After this, the queen, as of who Hamlet was talking to during this horrific scene, tells Claudius what had happened. By now Ophelia knows what had happened, so she knows that she is all alone, her brother is at leave in France, and her father was killed by the one that she had put her love and faith into. So later on when the Queen Gertrude is talking to a gentleman, she comes into the room. She is just singing songs of her time, and is completely insane at this point. Without anyone there to control her, she is just free to do whatever she wishes to do.
            Later on in Act four, scene three, Laertes had secretly returned from France to check up on his father and sister. Then he finds out that his sister is just straight up crazy, and his father is dead. While Ophelia is singing responses to Laertes, such as: “They bore him barefaced on the bier, Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny” (4.5.169-70). Laertes now knows that Ophelia has been driven off the edge. He tries to ask for help, he wants his sister back, but Hamlet, ironically, the one that she had loved, had driven her right off the edge, and into the bottomless abyss of madness.
            By the end of Act Four, scene seven, Ophelia has fallen into the river. Although she does not seem to care, and seems to have wanted her life to end, she just sings.  Although her death scene, may have been tragic, it has a lot of symbolism in it. Such as the flowers that are all around her in the description from the Queen. The queen mentions some flowers, such as: The willow, crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, long purples and coronet weeds. When the end of the story, Ophelia has died, and left us wondering. Such as how did this come to her, why would she do this to herself? I may never know, but Ophelia went from normal, to madness.

Poem Analysis (Typed out)

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Since my "Scanner" is out of order, here is a peom I analysised,  the poem being on the left, and what I analysised on the right seperated by the dash (-).

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins

I asked them to take a poem       
and hold it up to light      -    He is comparing a poem to a light(color-slide)
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.  -  Compares poem to a hive (beehive)

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch hime probe his way out   -  Compares a poem and a mouse (maze)

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.  - A poem in a dark room

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a peom   - The paper of the poem is compared to water
waving at the author's name on the shore.

                SHIFT
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But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope   - Poem to a person being tortured (criminal)
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.  - Poem to someone in need of information.

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The poem is about people trying to understand poetry. Billy collins uses a different metaphor in each stanza in the poem as I have stated to the right of the poem itself.

Prosody 101

Posted on | Monday, May 23, 2011 | No Comments

Essentially, Prosody is a poem that was made from a story. For instance here was my poem that I made from a story:

After hearting the news
About Osama Bn Laden being dead
I was happy.
Justice has finllay been served, after nine years
He was a monster who should have died long ago.
Revenge has finally been accomplished,
For every victim of the 9/11 attacks.
I am happy,
Knowing it puts a lot of victims families
Hearts at ease.
I can only hope,
That no one will follow in Osama Bin Laden's footsteps.
I can only hope,
That this war may have finally ended.
I can only hope.

But in all reality it was in paragraph form first:

After hearing the news about Osama Bin Laden being dead I was happy. Justice has finally been served, after nine years. He was a monster who should have died long ago. Revenge has finally been accomplished, for every victim of the 9/11 attacks. I am happy, knowing it puts a lot of the victims' families hearts at ease. I can only hope, that no one will follow in Osama Bin Laden's footsteps.I can only hope, that this war may have finally ended. I can only hope.

Creative writing peice

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This is my creative writing of the character in "The City of the Beast" by Isabel Allende. Hes not a main character in the story, and I wrote it in his perspective. This is a scene that I thought portrayed LeBlanc's character the most and was important to understanding the book more clearly, here is my creative writing:

         The character that I chose is Professor LeBlanc. He is a character who acts like he knows everything but in all reality does not know what he is doing at all. In fact he's famous for all of the wrong reasons. Even if he isn't a "main character", he is the leader of the expedition.
          My name is Professor Ludovic LeBlanc. This year's expedition of International Geographic is to search for the mysterious "Yeti" that terrorizes this jungle. But there are some things that are there, such as Indians that I happen to know all about. I have written more than three books on Indian wildlife. I looked at the crowd with an intense gaze to make my point come across. "Do not talk to them and if they come near you, you should always be cautious. They are the most dangerous beings on this Earth." I stared with intimidation at this year's expedition group and was not satisfied. The guide that I had hired, had a kid that he was going to bring with him, probably going to mess this whole expedition up.
          I wasn't only that, but the older lady, Kate Cold, also brought her grandson Alexander Cold with her. This expedition is going to be a lot slower than usual. Unless I can get them to stay behind. Not to mention the female doctor who wants to treat the Indians in the forest with vaccinations. "Well I don't think there will be room for the two kids and the doctor on this trip." I said. Then that minute, the man who was paying for this whole expedition stepped out of his tent. "Sure there is, that's why I bought two boats from the locals." Cauricas said to everyone. He was the rich man, you could even say billionaire. "Well if you say so....", I said in exasperation.
          So after that argument we had all set sail and went on. But not even halfway through the jungle, it had gotten more rampant than ever. The boats were rocking and I was getting a little seasick in all honesty. So that is when disaster had struck. One of the photographers that joined our adventure suddenly fell over. To everyone's surprise, but mine, he had a dart sticking in his neck. No doubt a poison dart. That is when our hired militia started to fire in the woods with their rifles. But before we knew it, that photographer was dead, from the poison dipped dart. "There was no chance of saving that guy", I had though to myself. Before long we were at a spot where we could rest, and that was a village that cauricas had bought.
          Cauricas had led the way, and we all followed. He led us straight to his personal housing, where there was a black jaguar in the back. The strangest thing happened just ten. The young boy, Alexander Cold, had went straight up to the cage, where the jaguar was being fed a monkey. He almost felt intimidating that moment. But right then he tried to unlock the cage, and the expected happened. Our guide for the jungle shot the ca as it was about to attack. This trip in the Amazon is going to be alot different than the other expeditions.

Metapoetry Poem

Posted on | Wednesday, April 27, 2011 | No Comments

Metapoetry, is when you make a poem about  a poem. Here is mine:

Sitting there staring at this poem,
thinking its an endless void
The words, just a bunch of letters,
tangled together like the trees in the Amazon.

The paper, a canvas for a poet,
because words can be worth a tousand pictures
The artist, pouring his soul into the paper,
just to let his emotions flow freely

The reader, becomes the interrogator
to find out the meaning of it all.
When the time comes, the true meaning of the poem
will be there for you

So take your time in the endless void,
Just don't get lost in the jungle
and let your emtions flow freely.
Study the pictures that come to you,
Just dont interrogate them.

Extended Metaphor

Posted on | Monday, April 25, 2011 | No Comments

A metaphor that governs throughout the poem is called an extended metaphor. Heres one that I wrote for poetry month about my life.

Computers

My life is like a computer.
As more memory is used, the less becomes available.
Many contents, hidden away in folders, only I can see
When people try to access the computer, it
Requires a password to read on further
No one knows how this computer works, but me.
The internet gives access to new opportunities,
It is endless, being able to search for hours upon hours
But eventually my hard drive will be replaced, to
Expand even further in life.
I will move on and get more and more complicated,
My hard drive will become encrypted and no one will read it


"Fib" poem.

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A "Fib" poem is poetry that combines syllable count and the Fibonacci sequence. Its when math, meets poetry. Here is one that I wrote:

The Game

End
This
Silly
Little game
You have no chance of
Winning against an opponent

As you can see it follows the rules of 1/1/2/3/5/8, and still makes sense.

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