Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Lesson 3 - A Humourous Poem

Hi all,
This is just a funny take on primary school, no offence on anyone's feelings. Apart from remembering my so-called primary school days here, I am also remembering someone. See if you can guess!

It's close to noontime, and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the sunlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralysed

Cause this is lesson, lesson time
And no one's gonna save you for the teacher's gonna strike
You know it's lesson, lesson time
You're fighting for your life against a killer, teacher to die

You hear the door slam, and realise that there's nowhere left to run
You see the cold eyes, and wonder if you ever see the sun
You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination
but all the while, you hear the teacher creeping up behind
You're out of time

Cause this is lesson, lesson time
There ain's not second chance against the thing in all its might
Lesson, lesson time
You're fighting for your life against a killer, teacher to die

Crazed teachers calling, the mad start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the scream of the teacher this time
(Mouth open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's mentors closing in on every side
They will possess you, unless you've done your homework all the while
Now is the time, for you and I to unite close together, yeah
All through the day, I'll save you from the terror on its feet
I'll make you see

That this is lesson, lesson time
Cause I can thrill you more than that teacher would ever dare try
Lesson, lesson time
So let me give you fright and share a
killer, diller, chiller, thriller to die.

Hope you like it!

Cheers,
Darrel

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Lesson 2 - William Wordsworth

Why I Like William Wordsworth:
"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her." The heart that really did love her, the heart of Poet Laureate from 1843 to 1850, William Wordsworth, was never truly betrayed. The many graceful poems that waltzed out from his pen during his lifetime were all intimately connected with nature, and his poems were either about environmental nature, nature of London, and human nature.

The first type of poems are poems about environmental nature. The best and most famous example of this is the poem "I wandered lonely as a cloud". Though the poem is generally very simple( a poet sees a field of joyful daffodils and thinking about it warms his heart) there is a deeper meaning about environmental nature. The poet is described as a cloud and the field of daffodils as people As such, this shows the inherent unity of man and environmental nature.

The second type of poems are poems about the nature of London, his native state. Perhaps the most direct is the sonnet "London 1802". Outwardly, it seems to be lamenting John Milton's death, but the sonnet actually points out that London has deteriorated to a horrible standard, where religion, the army, literature and the home cannot help people to find inward happiness, and only John Milton can lift London out of its miserable state. Despite this type of morally and politically outraged sonnets being common in this period of time, it can be said that "London, 1802" can be ranked as one of the best.

The final type of poems are poems about human nature. An example of such a poem, also close to William Wordsworth's heart, is "It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free". William Wordsworth, while visiting Revolutionary France, fell in love with Annette Vallon and had a daughter with her. However, due to the Reign of Terror in France after that, William was separated from his daughter and lover. When he finally saw his daughter after ten years, he went on walks on the beach with his daughter in Calais. This poem would then show the aspect of human nature, about how absence makes the heart grow fonder.

According to Wordsworth, "Nature never did betray the heart that loved her". Wordsworth loved her, wrote about her, and it should be fitting that his love for her won the love of others.

Three Poems:
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

London, 1802
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

It Was a Beauteous Evening, Calm And Free
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquility;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea;
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder--everlastingly.
Dear child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Lesson 1 - All The World's A Stage - William Shakespeare

All the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Figurative Language Used

"Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness" - Metaphor. This line seeks to compare the last stage of life of a man with second "childishness" or in other words, childhood once again. This line seeks to show the similarities between two seemingly contrasting subjects, the nearly dead old man and the just born young boy.

"creeping like snail" - Simile. The "whining schoolboy creeping" is another way of saying that the schoolboy was reluctantly walking to school, and his speed is "like snail", or as slow as a snail. The use of similes appear more in phrases like "Sighing like furnace", where the lover is said to sigh constantly, just like a furnace does and "bearded like the pard", where the soldier's beard is long and bushy, like a panther or a leopard.

"The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slippered pantaloon" - Personification. The six stage of men's life is said to shift into, despite it not being able to change clothes, a pantaloon. Thus it is giving a non living thing (the sixth stage of life) human qualities (changing into another set of clothes).

"Sans everything." - Hyperbole. This portion refers to the fact that an old man loses everything. However, this is not true, for things like the old man sense of smell may not be lost. Thus, this is simply exaggerating and also showing that an old dying man's life is like oblivion.

Why I Like This Poem
To compare the world to a stage, life to a play, and to also divide a man's life into seven stages. Three seemingly impossible tasks are pulled off in this fantastic literary magnum opus by William Shakespeare.

The first two tasks are nicely pulled off by William Shakespeare in his first four to five lines. What attracts me here, however, is not the simplicity of this comparison. The average poem lies on a high level, seemingly unconnectable with readers, for example poems about celestial love. This gives one the impression that the poet wrote this while he was drunk and is thus too unrealistic. However, Shakespeare, being such a famed playwriter when he wrote this poem for the monologue in Act 2 Scene 7 of As You Like It, might have actually been musing about his views on life, and thus gives the reader an impression that the poet, in this case Shakespeare, actually does believe in what he is writing. This would make it more connectable and understandable for the common reading public, like me.

The accomplishment of his third task also similarly appears to be as heartfelt by Shakespeare as the accomplishments of the previous two tasks. His spilitting up of the seven types of men appear to be the seven types of characters one would usually see in his plays. For example, characters who are in the lover stage are people like Romeo and Juliet, and characters who are in the soldier stage would be people like General Macbeth. This would make Shakespeare appear to be a man who really loves his literature, for even in his poems, they can appear so interlinked. This dedication to literature raises my respect for the famous Bard, and the subtlety of doing so leaves no doubt about the Bard's talent.

Interpretation of Poem
This poem originally appeared, as mentioned earlier, in Act 2 Scene 7 of As You Like It. The first intepretation of it is it's surface intepretation upon seeing it in the play, as the musings of a melancholy and contemplative man, for this was a monologue by Lord Jacques, a faithful and contemplative man. With his description of life being a play and the world being stage, what he could have been implying was that life was very confusing, and surprising changes could happen at any point in time. This particular occurrence in life can be seen in As You Like It, when the niece of Duke Frederick, Rosalind, is suddenly chased out by the duke, even though he has took good care of her for a long time. Lord Jacques, who knew about this when he said the monologue, must have been confused by this sudden change. Regarding the division of a Man's life into seven stages, that may have simply sought to enhance the fact that he was really a contemplative man who thought long about such matters. To conclude, the first interpretation depends on the play itself, for this may appear to be the musings of a melancholy and contemplative man.

The second interpretation of the play is that this poem was to show Shakespeare's mindset of life and the world, and the seven stages of Man were to show how he felt Man in a play, literally should be like. Shakespeare, at the period of writing this poem, was already an established playwriter with plays like Taming of the Shrew, Comedy of Errors and Titus Andronicus. With these great plays, Shakespeare's devotion to his playwriting might have been subtlely shown in how he felt life and the world was like. About his exact attitude to life and the world, however, is not very clear, for Shakespeare did not state how life was similar to a play and how the world was similar to a stage. Nevertheless, his love for playwriting can be seen from his mindsets of life and the world. This love can also be seen, when he states the seven "ages" of Man - infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon and second childhood. In short, the infant adapts to its comfort zone, the schoolboy doesn't want to leave its comfort zone, the lover is narcissistic, the soldier wants to build a reputation and also cares more about others, the justice has social status and is prosperous, the pantaloon is the butt of others' jokes and the man in second childhood constantly requires attention before death. These seven type of characters are not uncommon in Shakespeare's later plays after As You Like It. For example, the lover could refer to Romeo in Romeo and Juliet and the soldier could refer to General Macbeth in Macbeth. As such, this poem could have been showing his love for his plays by stating the types of characters that he believed should be common in plays.

To conclude, looking at either way of interpretation of his poem, the Bard of Avon's talent is once again, unquestionably great, but so is another aspect of him, and that is his love for plays.

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Game of Love Chapter 2

Hi all,
I think you can sort of guess that the long absence from this blog was due to certain Hercules-worthy tasks we call "homework" that I had to complete. But it was also for a fantastic holiday that I shall be posting about soon. Anyway, to continue with the story.

Though I say "one month", it seems to me to be impossible to pinpoint an accurate time where I can safely say "This was the time where I fell in love with her." I cannot give an opinion on whether infatuation is a build-up or a one shot, but I think it was a build up for me.
A military man will well know that a build-up attack increases the torture, the pain and the injuries during a war. I think sufficient Korean dramas describe that it perfect detail, which always leaves me wondering why don't they have an Oscar for "Best Overseas Drama Serial". Daily conversations with her soon mesmerised me, and despite the wear and tear of daily school life, I like to think that the delight she spread was like a long flowing bandage and a soothing hand that literally brushed away my troubles.
But her brushing away my troubles was not what I just wanted. The greedy me wanted to brush away her troubles as well. Any experienced Casanova will tell you that the tension of not knowing whether the other side likes you is part of the joy. Korean dramas display this tension beautifully, and even an inexperienced watcher like me could see it. Perhaps that is why I was so addicted to Korean drama during this period of time. Wishes came through there, and I wanted mine to come true as well.
A few weeks later, my wish did come true.

Cheers,
Darrel

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Game of Love Chapter 1

Hi all,
I promised a story coming up, and here it is! There's a special feature at the end of each chapter: There'll be a song to follow up. I may have quoted the song's lyrics, or the song just fits the chapter so well. Yup, enjoy, and I do know that I don't write well. Mark gave me the inspiration to write this story, and this is NOT random, by the way.

Few can understand the true power of what some term love, some term infatuation. Of course, some will come up to you and go on about how love is not infatuation and infatuation only comes about during puberty. Then again, the thesaurus can't see the difference, and frankly, will any teenager be able to?
Then again, who are the teenagers to speak, a few years later, when only bitter memories don't fade?
Now I think I know, what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free...
Puberty, though not manifested to its highest form yet, was waxing when I entered the new school for a new life. I was a rural villager in New York then, wandering around, occasionally banging heads, guard kept high.
She made me lower my guard.
Perhaps it was because she was small. Being nearly one full year younger than me, her height was in deficit as well. My fatal flaw in guard must have been small.
Or perhaps it was because she was cheery. Joy evolved into a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes, an optimism in her voice, and it showed itself in its purest form in her atmosphere. No doubt this quality is what those nuns have developed in those old movies where they speak to hardcore convicts.
Whatever she had that sent me sprawling in defeat, I had no counter-plan. With no counter plan to just a one-second attack that wasn't even directed at me, I knew that my sorry life would end when we were put into the same class.
One month later, her attack became full-scale.



Cheers,
Darrel

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