Thursday, October 30, 2008

Letter of Rec

Murry-Uh was a fantastic person to use for this assignment. I don't think I did a great job and it's only a little over a page but it was a lot of fun to do. Some of it probably could have been worded a little better but it's 10PM so I probably won't redo it. Can't wait to hear everyone else's tomorrow.
Little Red

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Blogtastic!

I feel obliged to post, being that I've neglected to do so for quite some time. I have been doing some work on essays and what-not. It's eaten up alot of my time but I've stil managed to get through some Crime and Punishment (My computer is not liking the Italics, sorry.) I have to say, I actually enjoy it as of now. I'm not very far into it, but there's something intriguingly dreary about it. I'll read some more and post again on if my opinion has changed.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Billy might be interesting after all

I guess there's actually a story behind the sonnets. A good one, too-- Shakespeare's in love with a young man, called the Fair Youth, and an older woman called the Dark Lady. He also wrote one very awkward sonnet about physical attraction (sonnet 151- it's worth looking up, believe me). For an overview on this go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare%27s_sonnets.
--Little Red

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Sonnets

Just weighing in on this sonnet assignment... Personally I am not a fan of writing them. Mine's now done and I will say that when you finally find the one way of saying something that fits all the requirements (10 syllables, right number of stressed and unstressed syllables and they're in the right places and it works with the rhyme scheme), it's incredibly satisfying. I would say that the frustration and time that goes into finding that one way is probably not worth it, considering it ends up being not really what I meant to say. It is kind of cool, now that it's done, that I managed to write anything aside from gibberish nonsense with all these restrictions and I'm rather proud of myself, but it comes across to me as being a really watered-down version of what I intended to convey. Besides which, I'm pretty sure I didn't write about the correct thing. I think they can be about death and love and memory and such, and mine's kind of about the memory of the death of love. Oh well, I hope it goes over ok, because I'd really rather not write another one.
--Little Red

Saturday, October 18, 2008

More than a little bit lame

I can't tell which syllables are stressed and which are just going along for the ride. It's moderately infuriating. Iambic pentameter is going to be the death of me. Every time I think of a nice line, it isn't in the right format. Bob Saget, you're a poem nazi. I mean it. I can't wait untill we're free from the Shakespearean tarpit our class seems to be trapped in. It'll make my life sooooooooo much better. I learned to like Lear a bit. I can appreciate reading and discussing sonnets. Writing them is just frivolous and frustrating. ARG.
-Murry-uh

Friday, October 17, 2008

Vulnerability because of vanity

The predisposition of characters to believe things played a huge part in King Lear. Had Lear recognized the true nature of his daughters and Gloucester the nature of his sons, none of the other events in the play would have occurred.
First, King Lear in his growing senility wanted to believe that all of his daughters loved him more than anything else. His predisposition to believing this, along with his vanity, led him to take Goneril's and Regan's praise as absolutely true, and Cordelia's truthfulness and sincerity as a lack of affection. Because he already thought that they loved him so much, he was more prone to believing Goneril and Regan were speaking truthfully. Thus began Lear's downfall as he handed over his entire kingdom to the two of them, believing that they would care for him-- another assumption that he convinced himself was true through their saccharine professions of love for him.
Gloucester, having heard from Kent so recently how wonderful a boy Edmund was, was especially vulnerable to the lies Edmund told him. He said that Edgar was trying to kill Gloucester to take his wealth, and Gloucester, wanting to believe that his bastard son was a good person despite being a bastard, believed him. Instead of saying something along the lines of "You're an evil person, my son would never do such a thing," he took Edmund's word on the matter. This ultimately led to his blindness as he put his trust in the wrong son and let Edmund do as he pleased while he was focused on Edgar's supposed treachery.
This goes along with Edgar's willingness to believe that his brother is telling the truth and that his father is angry with him. It could be said that Edgar is just a complete idiot who doesn't understand what's going on and blindly does what he's told to, but his assumption of the Poor Tom character implies that he sort of knows what's happening and that he really did trust his brother.
This brings up an interesting question-- why is it that everyone in the play, except for Cordelia, seems to trust the 3 main evil characters? People in general out of vanity seem predisposed to believe positive things that someone says to them, and negative things that someone says someone else said about them. The beginning of this play is riddled with this theme, as Lear, Cordelia, Gloucester, and Edgar are all betrayed by smooth-talking but insincere family members.
--Little Red

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Predisposition in Lear

Predetermined psychological set plays an immense role in governing the behavior of characters, which plays an instrumental role in the development of characters and the play itself. many of the larger characters such as Cordelia, Edgar, Edmund, Goneril and Regan, and Lear himself.

Cordelia is predisposition to be honest, righteous, and forgiving. In Act 1, Scene one Cordelia refuses to flatter her father, as her sisters have done in order to gain dominion over certain fractions of the Kingdom. Despite the fact that she truly is the one who loves her father the most, she states: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave/my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty/ According to my bond, no more nor less.” (Act 1, Scene 1, Line 93-95) She will not imitate Goneril and Regan’s affectations for personal gain. Her father, King Lear, mistakes this for ingratitude and she is banished. She harbors no ill will toward her father even at this point. Toward the end of the play, she learns of Lear’s failing sanity and poor treatment and takes it upon herself to find the King. She sends out one hundred men to search for her senile father out of genuine concern. This is evident in the following passage: “O you kind gods!/ Cure this great breach in his abused nature./Th’ untuned and jarring senses, O wind up/Of this child-changed father.”(Act 4, Scene 7, lines 15-18)

Edgar is also righteous and forgiving, though gullible enough to be tricked by his brother, Edmund. Edgar is wrongfully blamed for attempting to incite Edmund to aid him in the murder of their father, the Earl of Gloucester. Edmund wrote this letter to get Edgar out of his way to further his plot to take over his father’s territory. Because of this, Edgar was banished. He lived his life disguised as a wretched beggar. He, like Cordelia, held no hostility toward his father. In Act 4, Scene 1, Edgar sees his blinded father for the first time, lead by a poor, old man. Edgar is immediately effected by this. He exclaims: “But who comes here?/My father poorly lead? World, world O world!/But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,/ Life would not yield to age.” Edgar then agrees to lead his father,who still knows not Edgar’s true identity, to Dover. He eventually kills Edmund in order to avenge his father and himself.

Edmund, In contrast, is predispositioned to be evil. He was born outside of wedlock and was therefore considered “base” or “lowlife. ” Along with this, Edmund was born under poor star alignment. “My father compounded with my mother/ under Ursa Major so that it follows I am rough and lecherous.” ( Act 1, Scene 2, Line 139-142) This is an accurate prediction based on his actions. Edmund tricks his father into banishing his brother, has affairs with two different women, allows his father to have his eyes manually gouged out by Cornwall, and orders Cordelia and Lear to be captured and killed. However, when Edmund is nearing death, he rebels against his predetermined nature. After hearing Edgar’s tales of his father’s misery, Edmund states “ This speech of yours hath moved me,/ And shall perchance do good...” (Act 5, Scene 3, Lines 201-203) After this, he tells Albany and Edgar of his plans to kill Cordelia in hopes that she can be saved in time.

Goneril and Regan are naturally power-hungry, competitive, heartless greedwhores. They flatter their father to gain territory, Regan following Goneril’s example of spewing rich lies. After they have milked their father of his kingdom, they begin to treat him poorly. Goneril attempts to rid Lear of his Knights, which deeply upsets Lear, as is notable in the following passage :”I'll tell thee.(to GONERIL) Life and death! I am ashamed/That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus,/That these hot tears which break from me/ perforce/Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs /upon thee!/Th' untented woundings of a father's curse/Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes,/Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out/And cast you, with the waters that you loose,/To temper clay. Yea, is 't come to this?/Ha? Let it be so. I have another daughter,/Who I am sure is kind and comfortable./ When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails/She'll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find/That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think/ I have cast off for ever.”(Act 1, Scene 4, lines 301-318) Lear then goes to find Regan, who demands that Lear apologize to Goneril. lear becomes furious and storms out of the castle into a fierce storm. The sisters are completely indifferent to the fact that their father was in danger. They not only wrong their father. Goneril has an extramarital affair with Edmund, planning to kill her husband so that they can be together. Regan also has an affair with Edmund. Eventually, Goneril even kills her own sister.

Lear is intrinsically stubborn and hotheaded. After Cordelia refuses to exxagerate the love she holds for him Lear says this: “Let it be so. Thy truth then be thy dower./For by the sacred radiance of the sun,/The mysteries of Hecate and the night,/By all the operation of the orbs/From whom we do exist and cease to be—/Here I disclaim all my paternal care,/Propinquity, and property of blood,/And as a stranger to my heart and me/Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,/Or he that makes his generation messes/To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom/Be as well neighbored, pitied, and relieved/As thou my sometime daughter.” ( Act 1, Scene 1, line 110-122) In this except, Lear angrily banishes Cordelia, whom he formerly loved the most out of all of his daughters, leaving the two lying sisters in full control of his Kingdom. Lear also displays his stubborn nature by refusing to ask Goneril or Regan for shelter after he storms(no pun intended) out of the castle into the tempest. Even when he goes mad with senility he still maintains his stubborn nature by escaping from Cordelia’s men .

Murry-Uh

Thursday, October 9, 2008




I'm not sure If this is appropriate for class, but I think it ties in well with sonnet 18. The sonnet consists of Shakespeare proclaiming that even the beauty of a Summer's day is flawed in comparison to the beauty of this particular person. I have an inkling that it's a woman. Don't quote me on that, though. I don't really see it as a love poem, I see it more as Shakespeare whining about all of the problems with a seemingly perfect day for about ten of fourteen lines. As one who shamelessly excels in the art of complaint, I hardly have the grounds to call Billy out on being whiny. However, I think that maybe he might need to rethink his view on summer days. They are one of the few things I DON'T have a problem with. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May" is more of an occurence, not a flaw. Rough wind can make a summer day even more beautiful. It breaks the natural stasis of trees and grass.
-Murry-uh

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

the gap between me and my pillow (is too big)

Having just spent countless hours on this Hannah Arendt thing, I'm exhausted. I had no idea literature could be so draining. I've finished the essay, which is why I'm posting instead of working on the essay, typing like a spastic squirrel like I have been for several hours now. To be honest, the fact that I was able to find any meaning in the preface to "Between Past and Future", even if it's wrong meaning, makes me fear for my sanity. Plus it's given me a massive headache. So basically aside from reading it in class tomorrow I'm done with it forever, and I'm excited. The fact that it made some sort of sense is something that I'm really ready to forget as quickly as possible.
--Little Red

the gap between hannah arendt and me

I'd just like to say that I was soooooooooo excited when I saw what Hannah Arendt's "The Gap Between Past and Future" was about. I think about time and space and location and all that stuff a lot. So far, no success understanding it. So I was really psyched that this brilliant woman was thinking about the same stuff I was and that I could read it and maybe it would help me out. Yeah. Not so much. She's talking more about events and how they affect people than time and space as physical things. Which really disappoints me. Besides which, her preface and all the different topics contained in it make some sense in relation to each other, but only if you have a lot of background on all of it and spend several hours thinking about it and talk to anyone and everyone nearby about what you think it means and what they think it means. And it's like when you understand something but barely, so if you don't concentrate hard enough you forget what it means, and if you think too hard you also forget what it means. Hannah Arendt is within my grasp, but barely. I'll persevere, if for no other reason than I have an essay due on this tomorrow, but serially. I'm one of the best people I know of for abstract thought and theory, not trying to be all self-absorbed and full of myself or whatever, but it's true. And this has taken many many hours out of my day to just see how French Resistance, Nazi Germany, Kafka's parables, political and metaphysical theory and PHYSICS all fit together. And now I have to DRAW MY OWN CONCLUSIONS?? and write a COMPREHENSIBLE ESSAY?? Poem Ruiner, you're killing me.
--Little Red

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Finally

What a relief to have a break from chore-reading. I've already expressed my views on Shakespeare, so I won't say much. Shakespeare was extremely difficult for me, and the unit left me feeling pretty defeated. No new knowledge there. I knew beforehand that the play would be a difficult read and I expected the worst. Admittedly, it wasn't entirely fruitless and I did end up liking some of Lear's monologues. To me, Elizabethan English is beautiful in the same way a song sung in a foreign language is beautiful. I may be completely incomprehensible to me, but it sounds nice. Maybe that's not the most intelligent outlook, but I'm not the most intelligent person.
I was, however, disappointed in the James Kavanagh essay. Initially I was excited to read it. Skeletor, you had me at "marxism". I was thrilled to see it in the Assignment sheet. Once I got to reading it I found it extremely difficult to follow. The fact that I took vigorous notes didn't seem to help with the wordiness, sentence structure, or the process of weeding through the essay in search of Kavanagh's point. Because of this, I feel my essay is quite the failure. Perhaps this wouldn't have ended so poorly If I hadn't felt so comatose latey.

Anyway, I actually intended for this blog to be about all of the books I've left rotting on my shelf that I might actually have the time to read. Beside me there Is a stack of five of my top choices. I'm debating between Howard Zinn's "A People's History of the United States", and Emma Goldman's "Anarchism and Other Essays". It's the first time I've been excited about reading since "Then We Came to the End."

-Murry-uh