Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Oedipus Rex

Oedipus Rex


 


 

We started studying Oedipus Rex in class last week. Unfortunately, I missed both classes, so I am desperately trying to catch up.

Oedipus: tragic hero. Noble character.

Creon: antithesis to Oedipus. Opposite in every way.

We're reading this play in class, and my teacher has just mentioned some connections to modern life: there was a plague in ancient Greece, and nowadays, there have been three major plagues (SARS, AIDS, cancer, swine flu, no name a few). The characters resemble some of our bloviating modern-day politicians.

Archetypal theme: the people did not choose to avenge the death of their king, so they were punished with the plague.

Homework: look up why Tiresias went blind, re-read the first scene of the play, and read the rest of the play.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Oedipus Rex

Oedipus Rex


 


 

We started studying Oedipus Rex in class last week. Unfortunately, I missed both classes, so I am desperately trying to catch up.

Oedipus: tragic hero. Noble character.

Creon: antithesis to Oedipus. Opposite in every way.

We're reading this play in class, and my teacher has just mentioned some connections to modern life: there was a plague in ancient Greece, and nowadays, there have been three major plagues (SARS, AIDS, cancer, swine flu, no name a few). The characters resemble some of our bloviating modern-day politicians.

Archetypal theme: the people did not choose to avenge the death of their king, so they were punished with the plague.

Homework: look up why Tiresias went blind, re-read the first scene of the play, and read the rest of the play.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Projects coming up

20 little poetry projects - poems using different techniques
Oedipus Rex. Test coming up in three weeks.

Creepy, creepy...

Creepy, creepy...


 


 

The latest story that we're reading in my English class is titled Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? by Joyce Carol Oates. I read it last night with the TV going in the background; it just so happened that the show on at the time was CSI. Good Lord. The story was already about this guy who follows a young girl home and entices and manipulates her to come out of her house and come with him, so the TV was actually perfect background noise. What's scary for me personally is that I know this guy who has the same elements as the antagonist in this story, who, incidentally, called me this week under a blocked number, and has a similar way about him as the antagonist in our story.

We're talking right now about the various reactions that the class has about the story. It seems to be a coming of age story, with factors of a young girl growing up and some family factors such as an absent father, a mother who seems to prefer her sister to her. Granted, the point of view here is third person, omniscient. The music seems to be extremely important, being quoted as an incantation. It is also something of a morality tale, where the protagonist is seduced by her own vanity.

Some context here: this story was written in 1966, when the Vietnam War was in full swing (and the associated civil rights marches and protests). The women's movement was also happening, as well as the Cold War and the space race. The drug revolution was beginning, and rock n roll was beginning its Golden Age.

As a coming of age story, the description of the antagonist, Arnold Friend (A. Friend?) could almost be seen to be a description of Bob Dylan, and this brings to mind the story of the Pied Piper, who seduced his public with his music

Sacrifice: it seems that the protagonist was a sacrifice for her family, whether or not that was willingly.

Study questions (portfolio entry #2), with all textual support:

  1. Describe Connie completely.

    -paradoxical combination of vanity and insecurity

    -one moment she's a little girl, the next a young woman

  2. Describe Connie's parents completely.
  3. Who is Arnold Friend, and why does she go with him?

Connie is manipulated, and because she is such a narcissist, she allows herself to give in

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

*grumble*

Just got my first English test back today, and I have to say that frankly, I'm a bit disappointed. In general, I don't like English tests because they can be so subjective, and this one was no exception. It doesn't help that I was very distracted by some more personal goings-on in my life, so I just wasn't prepared. Having said that, I got a decent mark, though lower than I expected. I really need to work on my study discipline, I tell ya!

Monday, October 5, 2009

An exercise in explication

Using this rather disturbing prose poem, show, line by line, the importance and interrelationship of the lines in the poem.

What you have heard is true – this tells the reader that the writer knows what she is talking about and that the suspicions (read: gossip) are true.

I was in his house – she experienced the family for itself (she was THERE)

His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar – an air of domesticity, of normalcy. Coffee and sugar show the contrast between bitter and sweet, and are also colonial (read: repressive) crops.

His daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the night – the inequality between the kids. (Why can the son go out while the daughter stays in to file her nails?)

There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol on the cushion beside him. - Contrast between the normalcy of the household and violence, the symbol of violence is DISPLAYED on the cushion

The moon swung bare on its black cord over the house – gives the reader the impression that there is something wrong and very fake about this family. The black cord symbolizes the control the colonel has over his family, his world, and his country. The moon also shines at night (hidden things come to light)

On the television was a cop show – the colonel thinks that he is in the right, and is trying to show his authority

It was in English - in some dark way, is trying to make his guest feel at home. Does he think the English (read: American) way of doing things is better?

Broken bottles were embedded in the walls around the house to scoop the kneecaps from a man's legs or cut his hands to lace – a barrier around his house. This is an example of passive violence. Why the need for such a strong barrier?

On the windows there were gratings like those in liquor stores. – more protection, to go with the broken bottles

We had dinner, rack of lamb, good wine, a gold bell was on the table for calling the maid. – this man revels in luxury in his fortress of a house. He's such a proud man that he has a GOLD bell for calling the maid.

There was a brief commercial in Spanish – the only thing in the native language is a commercial, to sell things.

His wife took everything away – obviously, this is a patriarchal household. Women (his daughter, the maid, his wife) are not valued except perhaps as servants.

There was some talk then of how difficult it had become to govern – of course, this being a patriarchal household, the real talk begins after the women have left the room.

The parrot said hello on the terrace – this is the only entity to say hello so far! Rather ironic. This is a symbol of the people in this country who repeat what they're told and are told to shut up when they say something the leaders don't like.

The colonel told it to shutup, and pushed himself from the table – the only one to utter a greeting has been silenced. The colonel doesn't like that (so don't let it happen to you). This shifts the tone of the whole conversation, and the visit itself.

My friend said to me with his eyes: say nothing. – He said it with his eyes because it is unsafe to say it out loud. The friend probably knows what the colonel did, in fact, so we say nothing for fear of retribution.

The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries home – something not out of the ordinary; what does it hold? A revisiting of the contrast between the violent, repressive work the colonel does and the everyday, middle class life he leads. (example of magic realism)

He spilled many human ears on the table – He's showing off his trophies, and doesn't care who sees them. This is a rather gruesome and rather aggressive and arrogant way to entertain his guests, but from what we have seen so far, it's par for the course.

They were like dried peach halves – dead, dried up, completely transformed.
They don't hear anything, anymore.

There is no other way to say this – indescribable.

He took one of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water glass. – another show of the man's arrogance. He's saying, "Look what I've done, and I'm not afraid to do it again."

It came alive there. – Like a person or animal crawling in the desert, the thing, previously dead, has come back alive once given some water.

I am tired of fooling around he said. – His unwillingness to negotiate regarding whatever is happening in his country.

As for the rights of anyone, tell your people they can go fuck themselves – self-explanatory, no? There doesn't seem to be any symbolism behind this line. He said what he said, and that's that. No negotiation here.

He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last of his wine in the air – He's toasting and celebrating himself and his accomplishments.

Something for your poetry, no? he said – Looks like a sarcastic toast to the author's poetry. If the wine was red, it would also be an allusion to the spilled blood that accompanied the amputation of the ears, and what could possibly happen to the author if she doesn't stay silent about her experience at the man's house.

Some of the ears on the floor caught this scrap of his voice – some listened to what was doing on.

Some of the ears on the floor were pressed to the ground – some were listening to what might happen next.

Friday, October 2, 2009

A funny story...

Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

Read this poem. My English teacher told a very, very funny story about a group of cheating students who all came up with the same theory: the tigers represent Aunt Jennifer's breasts!! As much as this sounds ridiculous beyond all understanding, this could be a serious discussion about a woman's sexuality, a repressed marriage...yeah. I could write a mini essay about that issue in general.