Well here we are the final blog post. I am sure all my avid readers out there (which consists of basically you Jon), are greatly disappointed my blogging is coming to an end.
All in all, I found the course helpful and interesting.The course has shown me the importance of form in both poetry and literature. Before this class, content and stylistic elements had always been the majority of the focus in my English classes, so this was an overall new idea, especially to be the largest theme throughout the course. For the most part I enjoyed the vast majority of the pieces we read. My favorite piece poetry we looked at was “Ozymandias” and my favorite short story was “Dead Men’s Path”. I liked these two specific pieces because I could see the real world connection and political undertones in both of them. The only piece I did not enjoy was “Young Goodman Brown”, simply due to the old language used in it.
The part of this course I enjoyed the most was how unconventional it was. The idea of the blog, digital literature, and alternative forms of literature, was outside the typical English course but related well to our generation. The blog, specifically, gave the course a steady work flow and got us writing, without being burdensome and overloaded. My favorite blog activity was the song analysis. Furthermore, I found the three formal essays to be thoroughly explained in lectures and the writing workshops gave specifics on what the professor was looking for. Finally, I believe this structure was created for people to succeed in the course and removed the part of English courses I despised the most, subjective marking.
It wasn’t the cold air that stopped me, or even the local peoples, as I have been on their good side for years, it was the guilt. They say money doesn’t buy everything, but I guarantee it comes pretty well damn close. I’m a black market smuggler you see. I specialize in Arctic animal products. The typical stuff...polar bear furs, baleens, the occasional taxidermy, but most of all I focus where the money is tusks. This time it is where the real coin lays, the Holy Grail of Arctic products, maybe for heaven’s sakes all products, the narwhal tusk. The unicorn of the sea. The horn that would’ve given me plenty.
It was only a week ago, a regular Arctic summer morning, where 4 in the morning and night only differenced from how the sun faced our old shack. We were a population of three, living in an old NORAD testing hut. Bryan, Anthony and I. Bryan and Anthony were there for their knowledge of the land, or should I say sea. I was there for the money and my mouth to get the tusk across the big blue back to the Emirates, where it would act as a great mantle piece to some prince or high society elite, I didn’t know who the lucky 27 other people were to get these crown jewels, frankly I don’t care as long as I get mine and my 20 percent commission. The mating season was still early and we only needed 6 more. Bryan stated that we could easily be done in two or three days.We loaded the boat like every other morning. We loaded our rifles like every other morning. We loaded our stomachs like every other morning. I just didn’t load my sense, or maybe it was the first time I did.
As we parted from our inlet and preceded up the fjord, I looked around and saw the same glacier we passed every day, the same walrus colony, the same gull cliff, but for some reason maybe it was the way the sun hit it, maybe it was just because Brian and Anthony were somewhat quiet. It seemed like all that was around was the animals and the noise of the boat speeding up the fjord. I was snapped from reality when I heard the rifle go off. I literally guess the ol’ narwhal literally swam into its death. As I heard another shot leave Anthony barrel I seen what we actually came into it was an entire colony. A jackpot. Literally like walking up to the winning lottery ticket on the sidewalk. Then I froze, not from the shrill wind, but from what I felt inside. Being a murderer to these creatures overcame me. It must’ve been the way the glacier looked or the waves crested. As I repeatedly yelled to stop and to stop and they just wouldn’t, I did what was right for the narwhals, instead of what was right for us. I shot them both just as they shot the whales. They just didn’t have a tusk to take.
Now I will die at the mercy of my employer. Not for killing Bryan or Anthony. For not killing the whales.
I have been an avid follower of movies over the past decade and in turn a follower of the Academy Awards. I go to the theatre nearly every week, keep a close eye on imdb ratings and even see what box office sales are like week to week. I am writing to inform you that you are completely out of touch with the population and your fans.
The most recent awards show last month epitomized the Oscars reputation of appealing to only the critics. The major awards went to The Artist (Best Picture, Actor and Director), which as you obviously know because you voted for it is a silent film. I myself watched and did like The Artist, but with its box office revenues hardly deserve these so-called dignified awards. In the Best Actress category, you once again awarded your favorite Meryl Streep who has almost been nominated every year I’ve been watching. Sure Streep is good but really 17 times seems a little ridiculous. With the past few year’s bringing box office flops to the red carpet with The King’s Speech, The Hurt Locker and No Country for Old Men, it is time to allow the fans to have a say in “Hollywood’s greatest night.”
Look at the fan favorite Harry Potter series in which many believe actors such as Alan Rickman, as Severus Snape, should have had multiple winsand the series itself for being so popular should have had at least a couple Best Picture nods. The fan favorite comic book movies never even get a look, except the rare nomination for Best Visual Effects, and poor Robert Pattinson has every pre-pubescent teenage girl raving about him and cannot get a single Academy member to acknowledge his performances.
I plead to the Academy when looking at nominees next year, instead of choosing George Clooney for another boring drama or Meryl Streep for some biopic of historical figure to take a chance on Robert Downey Jr. as Iron Man,Jennifer Lawrence for The Hunger Games’ Katniss Everdeen or even Jennifer Anniston for some typical romanticcomedy. Choose anything that your fans, not just your members actually like and pay money to see.
Memorial University of Newfoundland experienced a power outage in its Paton College and Burton’s Pond Residences on Wednesday, February 29th. In the 21st century lifestyle we live, electricity is obviously a vital part our everyday life.No laptops, television, wireless internet signal, dining hall service, light, or even some residences automated toilets were operational during this day of blackout. However, on a frigid February day, the necessity students missed the most was heat.
It is believed heat was the root of the cause of the power outage. Memorial officials have declared the cause of the power outage to be a broken pipe that flooded an electric service room in Hatcher Residence, causing a major electric cable to short out. However, what Memorial did not declare was how the pipe broke. Inside sources have told us here at Pond Press, that the pipe was actually a drainage line of Burton’s Pond; the home to many ducks here on campus. It was said the line was deliberately blocked off with grasses, twigs, leaves and mud. After forensic analysis, it is said the ducks themselves did this.
Prominent duck psychologist, Dr. Bill Mallard, of the University of Dark Wing, said this is a prime example of ducks trying to bring their issues to the forefront of the “speciesist” humans. Dr. Mallard states the ducks in Burton’s Pond stay in their manmade habitat at Memorial due to ease of food, even though that means braving Newfoundland winters. The pond is given minimal heat in the winter, which is evident due to most of it being partially frozen over most of the winter months. Dr. Mallard is convinced the ducks were protesting the amount of heat humans are given compared to the lowly species (as humans see it) the ducks. Its purpose being to show what it’s like to live without heat and it’s important to note the students, unlike the ducks, still had shelter.
Whether or not the protest was successful remains unknown. It is believed Memorial officials are considering putting more heat to the pond to avoid further protests of this nature. As for now, the ducks are still bearing the elements.
While I am currently visitng home in Truro, Nova Scotia for reading week, I noticed something I forgot about in the life in a bubble we refer to as "being a student".....appointments! Living a province away and dealing with class, homework and midterms, your "checkups" seem to get pushed to the back of the priority list. In one week, I have a dentist, doctor, optometry and even hair appointment. Moreover, I've seen my parent's have an appointment to bring the SUV to the garage and chase my two brother's around from school and rink to rink for hockey. Everything seems to run on set schedules and the clock is the Holy Grail. Maybe this reading week has given me a touch of reality again and seen being a student isn't as time demanding as I previously thought.
Society as a whole needs to slow down and appreciate what's around them. A viral video is floating around social media lately, describing a concert professional violinist posing as a street performer in a subway station. The mass majority of people walked directly past the same violinist people pay to see, without giving him the time of day. The exception was children who normally stopped to listen, only to be rushed away by their parents, probably running late for an appointment.
So maybe next year for winter break I'll go appointment free, however, my eyes will probably need to be checked, my teeth cleaned and hair cut again!
Suzanne Collins’ adventure novel “The Hunger Games” has garnered a great deal of media attention lately due to its theatrical version set to be released in just over a month. As a reader of this book, I can only hope the movie does this high pace story justice.
The story of Katniss Everdeen, a sixteen year old girl from the impoverished District 12, can be read for nearly all ages. The novel tells the story of how Katniss volunteers herself for “The Hunger Games”, a competition in which one male and one female from each of the 12 districts of Panem literally fight to the death, when her younger sister is randomly selected to attend. This story not only has the mass appeal of violence and survival, but moreover, has glimpses of romance and political undertones which separate it from other novels of its kind. The novel used the state of Panem, or more specifically “the Capitol” as the antagonist for creating the Games; which, allows you to almost forgive people for the slayings necessary for the book's action. The usage of a futuristic setting, meshed with a primal survival for the basic necessities of water and food, both in the games and in “everyday” life connects with the reader and makes you think of how our actions today may affect future generations. The character development of Katniss in particular was incredibly done by Collins. It made me want her to survive the brutal scenario of the Games all the way through, despite this meaning (to the reader’s knowledge) other characters as young as 12 years old and even the secondary character dying. Possibly the most vivid scenes in the book was when 12 year old Rue is a victim of the Games and Katniss’ view of morality and what she is a part of really hit her. This book draws similarities to both one of my favorite novels, “Lord of the Flies” and short stories “The Lottery.” I would recommend it to all!
Andy Rooney concluded the weekly program of "60 Minutes" with his satirical views of the world, right up until he passed away late last year. He has several books in which his concluding remarks are published as "essays." However, when he speaks them to his audience after a long day of football, it is poetic. This particular piece entitled, "When Did This Become Art?" Andy Rooney fittingly describes his view of public "post-modern" art. He describes it as a waste of space, and that nothingness would actually be better. It is structured around the final segment of "60 Minutes" and like all his pieces are in the 2 to 3 minute range. Futhermore, it does have an introduction, evidence and support and a conclusion.
This piece does match the characteristics of traditional poetry in that it has form, content, tone, persona and even some stylistic elements. All media has form of some degree, whether it is regular or irregular. Andy Rooney's set form varies from week to week; however, its length and structure remain the same. His content , tone and persona for the most part all go hand in hand. He plays up his role as a cynical old man, while discussing everyday occurences and topics relevant to his audience. The tone is almost always sarcastic, such as in this piece how he mocks the art and even states "I doubt Martin Luther King would stand for that." The line most curious in terms of stylistic elements for me was when he discussed the "Tilted Arc" being cut up and being put away and stored. Its a vivid, direct metaphor for the art being unwanted and trash. Most fittingly he also states "A writer ought to be able to write simple sentences before he tries to be a poet." This lines compares the art of writing to fine arts and also may subtly be trying to tell the audience what he himself is trying to achieve in his few minutes a week.
As the door swings open chaos ensues
Senses pulsing........
Ears buzzing of chatter
Hands clasped to your beautiful date
Nose filling with that buttery popcorn
Mouth salivating at pure thought of eating it
But most of all eyes, eyes scanning the your future strangers in the dark
Standing in line to get that scrumptious buttery snack,
Feeling like a mouse in a maze simply weaving about trying to get the cheese.
AROUND
ENIL EHT
YOU GO
!SSECUS
Nibbling away.....cannot wait to get to your seat.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, you watch the strangers of the dark pile in.
Noise all around, hearing how good supper was, high school's latest gossip or what happened on the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy.
With a flick of a switch,
Darkness
Silence
Focus is on the big screen,
The reason these strangers in the dark united.
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
chorus
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
[repeat chorus]
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
Lyrics found at:http://www.eltonography.com/songs/candle_in_the_wind.html
Form
The song "Candle in the Wind", written by Taupin and John, has a total of 6 stanzas. Stanzas one, three and five are unique with stanzas two, four and six being refrains, or as in the music world are the chorus. Another refrain in the song is the first line of the song, "Goodbye Norma Jean". It repeats this line in the first and fourth line of the fifth stanza. The rhyme scheme is consistent throughout, with an ABCBDEFE method. There seems to be no apparent meter count to the lines; however, they all range from 5-10 syllables and the artist while performing it makes it flow extremely well. Furthermore, the author did not use specific periods and commas, simply broke down the lines as presented.
Stylistic Elements
This poem is spoken from Elton John himself. Evidence of this is in the main chorus; John states "I would have liked to know you/But I was just a kid." This song, released in 1973, was written 11 years after the death of Marilyn Monroe; at which point John himself would have been only 15, or "just a kid". Furthermore, in the fifth stanza he states "From the young man in the 22nd row", which also points to it being John as the speaker. The tone is obviously both sad and remorseful. This not only becomes evident in the music accompanying these lyrics, but also through the lyrics itself. The theme of death throughout the poem creates a sad vibe. Furthermore, John's continuous talk of Monroe not being looked at as a person, rather than just a figure, also gives the feeling of sadness or remorse. The song is filled with examples of poetic language; most notably the title itself. Stating in the chorus "It seems to me you lived your life/Like a candle in the wind", is firstly a simile by definition. Moreover, the phrase "candle in the wind" is a metaphor meaning something being short lived and difficult. The song goes on to explain how her life of the short 36 years was difficult, because she could not be her true self under a false identity, eventually leading to her drug problem and then death. The metaphor of life to a candle is continued in the chorus by "Your candle burnt out long before/Your legend ever did". Furthermore, another metaphor is in the first stanza, seventh line stating "They put you on a treadmill", simply meaning doing the same thing over and over again.
Content
The entire song is a tribute to the life of who we refer to as Marilyn Monroe. The song seems to focus around the struggles she had with being a worldwide sex symbol and not simply Norma Jean Mortenson. The author emphasizes this point with the refrain line "Goodbye Norma Jean". It also gives other examples such as in the last line of the first stanza "And they made you change your name", and even throughout the third stanza stating how hard life as a celebrity can be (Hollywood created a superstar/And pain was the price you paid) even after death. I think the theme of this song is living the celebrity life possibly isn't all glamor but also puts you under a microscope, exposing you to the world, which isn't easy. I like this song because both the lyrics and music seem to be so genuine and very thoughtful. This song had great world implications when it was broadcast around the globe in the 1997 version, customized to the death of Princess Diana, which still remains the #1 selling single of all time.
Hot coals burning feet
Salty water gives relief
Ground moves from beneath
Limerick
There was an old baker named Gino,
Who lost all his dough at the casino.
After his very big Vegas loss,
Through the state of Nevada he crossed,
To get a job making bread in Reno.
Form Discussion
The haiku and limerick are two types of poetry with contrasting forms, which attribute to their meaning. A haiku being so short, and without a rhyme scheme, tends to portray a very serious and/or vivid tone to the poem. By definition, haiku's discuss nature in a 17 syllable, 3 line poem. This form leads the poet to be very selective in his word choice to depict the picture in his/her mind. On the contrary, a limerick has 5 lines and a defined rhyme scheme. Limerick's form of having a middle rhyming couplet be one beat shorter than the other three lines gives it a melodic flow. This form gives the entire limerick a jovial, happy beat, allowing the tone to follow. Furthermore, rhyming in itself allows the poem to accentuate humor.
