Thursday, December 11, 2014

Teenage angst just like Hamlet. maybe.

Today in class I was reminded of the phrase "Teenage Angst." I was compelled to the words because it had so much meaning today and possibly everyday not only my teenage life but also when I grow older. The definition of teenage angst on Urban Dictionary because it was the first site that came up while writing this post had the definition. The definition that Urban Dictionary gave me was "When teenagers, for any number of reasons combined with their hormones and stress from school, get depressed. Contrary to popular belief, some teenagers actually do have it rough and have to deal with shit most adults don't have to. Other teens don't and just like to pretend they do. Either way, everyone has a right to be pissed off." Of course on Urban Dictionary anybody can put their own definition on but I think that definition was spot on, just not the adult part. I believe that we are all going to have problems and today was just one of those days that EVERYTHING that could possible be bought up got brought up; family, "friends" or maybe let's call them peers, and everything came colliding in like you are trapped under a rock and you can't get help. We all do have problems whether if it's fighting your own internal battle or the one in the real world, but sometimes my problems seem bigger than anybody else's. I am not typing this post for anyone to feel pity, but I thought this post was so relevant for everything that life is throwing at us today, tomorrow, and yesterday. Life is hard and we all have teenage angst. It sucks.

Literature Analysis #3 "Daisy Miller" By Henry James

1. Briefly summarize the plot of the novel you read according to the elements of plot you've learned in past courses (exposition, inciting incident, etc.).  Explain how the narrative fulfills the author's purpose (based on your well-informed interpretation of same).


The novel "Daisy Miller" by Henry James is about an American girl who goes to European places. In a nut shell Winterbourne meets Daisy, then Daisy plays hard to get and there is actions in between this and then Daisy dies and Winterbourne goes back to his old lover. To go in depth a little bit more Winterbourne meets Daisy in Switzerland while visiting her aunt. Winterbourne likes Daisy because she is unlike the other European girls he is use to. They both make a date to visit an old castle and meet his aunt but after Winterbourne asks his aunt if she would meet her, she refuses. Even though the aunt refuses to meet Daisy because she is a "common" girl, they still go on their date. They have a great time and Daisy makes Winterbourne a promise that since he is leaving he must visit her in Rome next winter. It's winter and he goes to Rome, but many bad things are being said about Daisy, meaning she is associating herself with lower and shady class men. Winterbourne tries to talk to Daisy but she refuses and still talks Giovanelli. Giovanelli and Daisy are not engaged but then Winterbourne sees them in Rome late at night and warns them they might get malaria. They did not do what he said and Daisy suffers the consequences and gets ill and dies. Giovanellie tells Winterbourne that she would have never married him and he then realized he spent too much time worrying about Daisy and returns back to life in Geneva.

2. Succinctly describe the theme of the novel. Avoid cliches.

I think the theme of this novel is social classes. I think that this story is based on the olden days when they had castles and caring if you were in lower, middle, or upper classes and not associating yourself with different people.

3. Describe the author's tone. Include a minimum of three excerpts that illustrate your point(s).

I think the tone of the story was very light because it was never dramatic or intense.

"Since you have mentioned it, ' she said, 'I am engaged"

"In Geneva, as he had been perfectly award, a young man was not at liberty to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring conditions"

"The young ladies of this country have dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don't see why I should change my habits for them." Daisy ""I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt" said Winterbourne gravely

4. Describe a minimum of ten literary elements/techniques you observed that strengthened your understanding of the author's purpose, the text's theme and/or your sense of the tone. For each, please include textual support to help illustrate the point for your readers. (Please include edition and page numbers for easy reference.)

Irony: How they told Daisy that she might get malaria, but didn't take their advice. "I haven't the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But i really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them."

Symbolism: Daisy as an American girl and Americans ideals. She is naive and self-centered but also innocent and unaware of social levels. "But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt."

Foreshadowing: Many people warn Daisy about malaria and she could die, but she didn't listen and died. "I haven't the least idea what such young ladies expect a man to do. But I really think that you had better not meddle with little American girls that are uncultivated, as you call them."

Tone: The tone is so detached, it makes the story appear almost melancholy, because there is only confusion and no concrete facts or feelings.

Syntax: The author uses descriptions that are long and occasionally thoughts with little dialogue. "The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale coloured ribbon."

Setting: European setting changes the culture when they are Americans beause of different situations.

Genre: Realism, because it talks about a real life situation.

Symbolism: Daisy and Winterbourne meet their last time at the Coliseum and the Coliseum is known for being the last fight to the kill.

Conflict: Daisy and Winterbourne trying to be together to beat the odds of their social classes.  

CHARACTERIZATION
1. Describe two examples of direct characterization and two examples of indirect characterization.  Why does the author use both approaches, and to what end (i.e., what is your lasting impression of the character as a result)?

Direct Characterization: Author says Daisy is an American girl.
Author says that Winterbourne's home is in Geneva.

Indirect Characterization: Author shows that Daisy can be shallow and ignorant.
Author shows that Winterbourne is trying to do the right thing and not judge by social class without really saying that.

2. Does the author's syntax and/or diction change when s/he focuses on character?  How?  Example(s)?

No I don't think the author's syntax or diction changed when he focussed on character's, I thought the writing was very bland to read.

3. Is the protagonist static or dynamic?  Flat or round?  Explain.

The protagonist in this story is Daisy Miller, I think she is a round dynamic character because she is just like me, indecisive and moody and I'm a round character.

4. After reading the book did you come away feeling like you'd met a person or read a character?  Analyze one textual example that illustrates your reaction.

I think we are all kind of like Daisy, naive and think we know better. I know sometimes I am like that.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Socratic Seminar Notes


-Be alone like a crab in the ocean 
-Super indecisive  like Hamlet
-lonely and by himself
-"there will be time for yellow smoke"
Unnatural man made, sickness 
-sophomore year Bridgit made a Facebook page for him 

Questions to Consider when reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit. 

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
               So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
               And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
               And should I then presume?
               And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
               Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
               That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
               “That is not it at all,
               That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Source: Poetry (June 1915).

QUESTIONS FOR US TO CONSIDER:
1. What is the role of Time in this poem?
The role in time in this poem is that the poem goes from Present to Past.

2. What is the significance of Eliot's allusions to Hamlet and the "eternal Footman"?
The significance of Eliot's allusions to Hamlet because he is kind of like how Hamlet is indecisive.

3. Choose a moment in which Eliot uses figurative language and:
  • interpret the image 
"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo."

When reading this line several times in the piece, I picture women talking about random things like women do without even really knowing what they are talking about or if you should care about it. 
  • explain how the image and its meaning contribute to your understanding of the theme of the poem
This quote helps me understand the theme of time in this poem because during this time women really haven't changed, we always gossip. 

Monday, December 8, 2014

Remix THAT Poem!

This is a remix of my journey with the organization Special Olympics and the pictures I have taken a long the way through the poem "Working Together" by David Whyte. Special Olympics is an organization that I hold close to my heart and I wanted to show some of my experiences through this poem. 

Working Together
by David Whyte
Remixed with Jhaicelle's pictures

We shape our self
to fit this world
(I found this picture on instagram or some social media outlet and I saved it to my camera roll because I do that a lot, so no I did not take or own this picture. But I felt like this is a great picture that resembles these first two lines because we care so much about our appearance and we certainly get judged because of our differences.) 

and by the world
are shaped again.

(I thought this picture was very ironic because even tales when we were younger, show so much meaning. Even if we have one thing different about ourselves we get judged because of it.)

The visible
and the invisible


(I took this picture when I was in New Jersey/ New York for the Special Olympics 2014 USA Games Youth Summit. I think this picture symbols freedom and how we can create opportunities for ourself and others.) 

working together
in common cause,



(This picture also is from when I was in New Jersey for the Special Olympics 2014 Games, These are all the youth leaders and mentors from all around the country who attended this summit and I thought it represented these lines in the poem because it shows that we are all working for a common cause) 

to produce 
the miraculous.


(This is also another picture from when I was in New Jersey when I was watching a soccer game for team Southern California and I think it symbolizes these lines in the poem because these fans & families gave so much support and love and that is just a "miraculous" thing.) 

I am thinking of the way
the intangible air


(This was taken when I went to the 2013 Special Olympics Youth Summit in North Carolina and I met this gem. Her name is Danielle Libel who was a Special Olympics athlete who has cerebral palsy and she recently established her own non-profit called DIFFERbilities Experience. She actually is one of my role models. Look her up she is so amazing! or watch one of these videos! 


passed at speed
round a shaped wing

(This picture was when I first started volunteering with Special Olympics and I think this symbolizes when I first realized this was going to be one of my favorite things to do. I think this symbolizes these lines because even though I wasn't always apart of Special Olympics, I still found a love for it.) 

easily
holds our weight.


(This picture was from 3 years ago when I first started volunteering and our Special Ed department & the athletes made this card for our club because we always raise money to buy them awesome uniforms. It symbolizes the two lines in the poem because they didn't have to give us a special card but they did and it just shows how much respect we have for each other and essentially holding each others "weight.") 

So may we, in this life
trust


( This is a picture of me and Tommy a Special Olympics athlete from Righetti at Homecoming. I'm so happy that he got to experience a high school dance and that he was so welcomed at the dance. Sadly he wasn't my date but he was the Homecoming Queen's date! This symbolizes these two lines because it gave him trust in our world that we aren't all mean.) 

to those elements
we have yet to see


(This is a picture of me and my mentor at the 2014 USA Games and I think this symbolizes how much we are still striving for. This statue is like the rings you see in the Olympics.)

or imagine,
and look for the true


(These are two athletes from Southern California in New Jersey getting there awards for Bocce. The joy in their faces show me that we still can "work together" and spread happiness.)

shape of our own self,
by forming it well


(Picture of Me when I went to New York for Special Olympics and took a picture with the Empire State Building and if you ever heard of the meaning "empire state of mind" meaning that my hopes and dreams will come to life.) 


to the great 
intangibles about us.


(These are pictures from last year's R-Word Campaign lunch activity here at Righetti and I think this is a great ending picture because even though we have so much negative, we some how do the impossible and even though it was a small difference we still made some difference. And there is hope for humanity.) 


Poems...

Write an essay in which you compare your poem with one of the others on the adoption list.

Working Together

by David Whyte

We shape our self

to fit this world

and by the world

are shaped again.

The visible

and the invisible

working together

in common cause,

to produce 

the miraculous.

I am thinking of the way

the intangible air

passed at speed

round a shaped wing

easily

holds our weight.

So may we, in this life

trust

to those elements

we have yet to see

or imagine,

and look for the true

shape of our own self,

by forming it well

to the great 

intangibles about us.



Out Beyond Ideas
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.


     Poems for me are sometimes like love, love is hard to explain without emotion. Poems are so foreign to me because sometimes I am a person who is just to lazy to explain or comprehend what is being expressed. But the poem "Working Together" by David Whyte was one that after really examining it and really trying to get it, it made sense. I actually really like the poem! When it comes to the second poem "Out Beyond Ideas" by Mewlana Halaluddin Rumi, different story. I didn't really feel the connection I did like with the first poem. It might be because I didn't spend as much time as I did for the first poem but still sometimes poems are cool and I get it, but then others they just fly right pass me.


      Both poems have differences but they also have similarities. Some differences they have is that the first poem is longer than the second poem and the first poem is set up differently. The way the stanzas are set up are so different that they sometimes don't show the same tone or emotion. Some similarities the two poems possess is that they both talk about nature and have kind of the same meaning. The poems bring in nature and talk through nature to get there point across. That is why I feel like they have the same meaning, they both are so optimistic in there point that they both seem similar to each other.


    Poetry is such a diverse subject. I feel like poetry is in the eye of the beholder, that I can call any piece of writing that I write, a poem. But to the one who is reading it might not think so. When reading "Working Together" by David Whyte and "Out Beyond Ideas" by Mewlana Halaluddin Rumi, I believe they both have differences but also similarities because they both are poems.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Hamlet the madman??

Do you think Hamlet's nuts? After our discussions today I reflected back on all the commentary and all the productions I could remember, and it seems like the overwhelming majority talk about Hamlet being mad. But I still wonder whether his ability to see the ghost is commentary on Gertrude's blindness to the truth and Hamlet's ability to see right and wrong. In fact, I wonder if it;s the sanest thing in the world to be freaked out by feeling obligated to kill someone, and I also still wonder about Hamlet's ability to plan and say the right things (with double meanings!) under pressure. I guess he could be an endearingly fiendish sociopath, but he seems  too self-critical for that. What do you think, and what is your evidence? Especially curious about your perspectives after you read DeBoer's paper.

         Hamlet is not a madman! I believe he is like any person, he is trying to make sense of what is happening and how to deal with the problems he encounters. But when Shakespeare writes it down the way he does it kind of makes it seem like he is nuts. I bet if we all wrote out our life story or maybe just a problem that we have encountered in life, it would seem like we are crazy especially with our inner thoughts!

         I believe Hamlet could see the ghost because he has so much love and respect for his father unlike his mother, Gertrude. This is where your own preferences come into play, do you believe in ghosts? I actually have never been in contact with "ghosts" but I haven't thrown out the idea that there are ghosts in this world. My thought on that is because movies, shows, and stories come about sometimes through experience, not always but sometimes. Hamlet is not a madman for seeing his father because other's have seen him too and I bet they saw him because they have respect for him.

         When it comes to getting revenge for his father's death. I wouldn't blame him for wanting that! In life people have the feeling to get revenge and sometimes that revenge isn't the right thing or it might not even make them feel better. In Hamlet's case killing his father's killer seemed ideal, I always hear if someone killed one of their family members they would kill them. But how do we really know if we would? I wouldn't know so I don't have any expertise on that. Hamlet could be a nuts but he could just be looking for a way to express his feelings like any human being.

         Hamlet's ability to plan and say the right things under pressure is weird, but don't we all do that sometimes, like sarcasm. We all use it and it has double meanings. I don't think Hamlet is a madman or nuts, he is just trying to figure out what the right thing to do for him is and his actions might make him seem crazy but that's just life.

Hamlet on instagram ????

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Intro to Poetry

  • What is the significance of the title?  To work together to make a difference 
  • What is the tone of the poem? Uplifting 
  • What is your mood as you read it? Inspiration 
  • Is there a Shift?  Where?  From what to what? No 
  • What is the theme of the poem?  To work together for a common goal 
Thinking about these questions has got me to think about how to analyze poetry because I don't really get poetry. I understood the poem more because I actually get the deeper meaning. 

Working Together
by David Whyte

We shape our self
to fit this world

and by the world
are shaped again.

The visible
and the invisible

working together
in common cause,

to produce 
the miraculous.

I am thinking of the way
the intangible air

passed at speed
round a shaped wing

easily
holds our weight.

So may we, in this life
trust

to those elements
we have yet to see

or imagine,
and look for the true

shape of our own self,
by forming it well

to the great 
intangibles about us.

Poetry Notes 12/2/14


-Medium/format matter 
-Kind of like love 
-Poetry begins with motion 
-Iambic pentameter is like a heartbeat 
-10 is the magic number 
-People who speak in pros are the insignificant characters 
-Tone: the author's attitude towards the characters, the audience, and the subject
-Mood: how the readers feel 
-Theme: central message 

Poem scoring 1-10 
1- 6 because I didn't really like it 
2-6 I like the mole part 
3-6 I like the message 
4- 9 the contradictions are a great vision
5-7 I heard this poem before it was in a poem book when I was elementary school 
6- 7 I like the part that goes ideas, language, even the phrase each other 


Monday, December 1, 2014

Hamlet Act 5 Notes



  • Hamlet starts thinking about dealth hence the graveyard scene. 
  • Hamlet describes Laertes as a noble and Hamlet is shocked to find that Ophelia has died and Gertrude comments on how she thought Ophelia would have been Hamlets wife. 
  • Laertes jumps into the grave in grief. Hamlet is appalled and jumps in after him and Hanlet tells Laertes that he can hurt him 
  • Hamlet declares that he loved Ophelia while the Queen blames Hamlet for everything.
  • Claudius tells Laertes that they will push on with the duel as soon as possible. 
  • Hamlet shows his belief that there is a divinity behind mans actions and his new belief comes from how he got back to Denmark. 
  • Hamlet now has his reasons to kill Claudius and give the four of them to Horatio. Hamlet also regrets his confrontation with Laertes because they are both on the same boat. 
  • Osric enters to deliver the message of the duel to Hamlet. 
  • The Dual: Hamlet apologises to Laertes and it is accepted, Gertrude drinks the poison cup with Claudius making a half hearted attempt to stop her, Laertes feels some guilt for what he is about to do, Hamlet and Laertes wound each other with the poisoned rapier, As an act of remorse Laertes tries to redeem himself by confessing on Claudius, Hamlet stabs Claudius with the poisoned rapier and makes him drink the poisoned wine, Before he dies Laertes tells Hamlet he does not blame him for the deaths of his family, Hamlet asks Horatio to tell his story to the world and names Fortinbras as successor to the throne of Denmark and the new ruler of Denmark has the final say in the play. 
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