Sunday, July 26, 2009
The lesson Poem Analyze
For this poem, there are 10 stanzas and 4 sentences in each stanza. This make it easier to read and at the same time, it produces an imagery of a gun firing. This is because each stanza is short and fast to read, just like a gun firing.
The language used in this poem is also very figurative. The teacher said that 'I'm going to teach you a lesson, one that you'll never forget', however, he is not teaching a normal lesson in class but instead, killing all the students. It is also ironical, the teacher should be the one teaching the students not to be violent but he himself is super violent. All these are examples of figurative language that could be found throughout the poem. Also, the teacher failed to teach them a lesson as all of them are already dead and could not think or remember things.
Lastly, I think that the poet that written this poem may be a teacher himself before and had taught a class which is very noisy and naughty. I think that he is trying to express his feelings and telling the public that sometimes a class can be so noisy and naughty that a teacher can get very frustrated and wants to kill all of them. At the same time, he is also trying to tell the public that being a teacher is not as easy as many people think.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The Lesson
as bravely the gangster walked in
the teachers ignored him
his voice was lost not in the din
'The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget
He picked on a staff who was working
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the teacher behind him
(the one with curly hair)
Then dagger in hand he stabbed his way
between the chattering rows
'First come first severed' he declared
'fingers, feet, or toes'
He threw the dagger at a newcommer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a machine gun
he continued with his game
The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who work hang out)
tey collasped like rubber dominoes
when the plug's pulled out
'Please may I leave the room dear student?'
the trembling principal enquired
'Of course you may' said the gangster
put the gun to his temple and fired
The student popped a head around the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade
And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air
The gangster surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
he waggled a finger severly
'Now let that be a lesson' he said
Monday, June 29, 2009
My Favourite Poet
Background:
William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English Litreature with the 1798 joint
publication Lyrical Ballads.
Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi autobiography poem of his early years which the poet revised and expanded a number of times. The work was posthumously titled and published, prior to which it was generally known as the poem "to Coleridge". Wordsworth was England's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.
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First publication and Lyrical Ballads
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Well, the reason that I chose him as my favourite poet is because he was once a great master of poetry. His poems were basically romantic and he expresses the feeling of the poems he write very well, making the reader feel as if they are watching a drama show. Below are some of his famous works of poetry:
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD( Also Known as Daffodils)
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 waves in glee:
A poet could not but be 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.
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She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mosy tone
Half hidden from the eye!
---Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near, and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eye I kep
tOn the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy hould be dead!"
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* Information Sources: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Wordsworth
* Poem Sources: http://www.poemhunter.com/william-wordsworth
Sunday, June 28, 2009
My Favourite Poem
Author: Anne Sexton
Lyrics: There is joyin all:in the hair I brush each morning,in the Cannon towel, newly washed,that I rub my body with each morning,in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning,in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning,in the spoon and the chair that cry "hello there, Anne"each morning,in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning.
So while I think of it,let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken.
Symbolism: Symbolism is when something or some one is representing something in the real world.
"outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee" ------- Personification
"the spoon and the chair that cry "hello there, Anne"each morning"------- Personification
" pea-green house"--------Similey
"let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God"-------- Symbolism
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Book Review: Animal Farm
"Animal Farm" tells the simple and tragic story of what happens when the oppressed farm animals rebel, drive out Mr. Jones, the farmer, and attempt to rule the farm themselves, on an equal basis. What the animals seem to have aimed at was at sort of communism, where each would work according to his capacity, respecting the needs of others. The venture failed, and "Animal Farm" ended up being a dictatorship of pigs, who were the brightest, and most idle of the animals.
The author's mastery lies in his presentation of the horrors of totalitarian regimes, and his analysis of communism put to practice, through satire and simple story-telling. The structure of the novel is skillfully organized, and the careful reader may, for example, detect the causes of the unworkability of communism even from the first chapter. This is deduced from Orwell's description of the various animals as they enter the barn and take their seats to listen to the revolutionary preaching of Old Major, father of communism in Animal Farm. Each animal has different features and attitude; the pigs, for example, "settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform", which is a hint on their future role, whereas Clover, the affectionate horse" made a sort of wall" with her foreleg to protect some ducklings.
So, it appears that the revolution was doomed from the beginning, even though it began in idealistic optimism as expressed by the motto" no animal must ever tyrannize over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. "When the animals drive out Mr. Jones, they create their "Seven Commandments" which ensure equality and prosperity for all the animals. The pigs ,however, being the natural leaders, managed to reverse the commandments, and through terror and propaganda establish the rule of an elite of pigs, under the leadership of Napoleon, the most revered and sinister pig.
"Animal Farm" successfully presents how the mechanism of propaganda and brainwashing works in totalitarian regimes, by showing how the pigs could make the other animals believe practically anything. Responsible for the propaganda was Squealer, a pig that "could turn black into white". Squealer managed to change the rule from "all animals are equal" to" all animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others". He managed to convince the other animals that it was for their sake that the pigs ate most of the apples and drank most of the milk, that leadership was "heavy responsibility" and therefore the animals should be thankful to Napoleon, that what they saw may have been something they "dreamed", and when everything else failed he would use the threat of " Jones returning" to silence the animals. In this simple but effective way, Orwell presents the tragedy and confusion of thought control to the extent that one seems better off simply believing that" Napoleon is always right".
Orwell's criticism of the role of the Church is also very effective. In Animal Farm, the Church is represented by Moses, a tame raven, who talks of "Sugarcandy Mountain", a happy country in the sky "where we poor animals shall rest forever from our labors". It is interesting to observe that when Old Major was first preaching revolutionary communism, Moses was sleeping in the barn, which satirizes the Church being caught asleep by communism. It is also important to note that the pig-dictators allowed and indirectly encouraged Moses; it seems that it suited the pigs to have the animals dreaming of a better life after death so that they wouldn't attempt to have a better life while still alive...
In "Animal Farm", Orwell describes how power turned the pigs from simple "comrades" to ruthless dictators who managed to walk on two legs, and carry whips. The story maybe seen as an analysis of the Soviet regime, or as a warning against political power games of an absolute nature and totalitarianism in general. For this reason, the story ends with a hair-raising warning to all humankind:" The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which".
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Book Review: Blitz
This book is written by David Orme, in a series of books called Sharp Shades. Thursday, June 4, 2009
Book Review: Plaque
Basically, this book is about plaque, a dreadful illness that has caused millions of death throughout history. The Great Plaque of 1665, described in this story, was the last great outbreak of plaque in Britain, causing over 100,000 deaths in London alone.
Henry is a boy living in the period of the plaque. His family consist of him, his parents and a brother, Jasper. His father worked as a saddler. Master Coulter was one of his customers and a good friend. I wanted to be an apothecary and was hence apprenticed to Master Coulter.
When the deadly plaque struck the whole city, Henry's father died and his mother and brother escaped the city to their uncle's farm, leaving Henry all alone to attend to his father's funeral.
After much trouble, poor Henry finally managed to find a person to give his father a proper burial. Then, Henry tries to escape the city by swimming across the Thames river to Camberwell- where his uncle's farm is.
After much hardships, he finally managed to swim across the river. However, at this point of time, the poor boy was down with the deadly plaque. He lie down on the roadside and prepared himself to die.
However, his life wasn't coming to an end. His brother found him lying by the roadside and at once knew that Henry had contacted the deadly plaque. He brought him back to the farm and nursed him, hopping that Henry would recover. Indeed, Henry recovered. It is really a miracle that Henry could survive. Knowing that survivors from the plaque would rarely get it a second time, Henry immediately headed back for the city, to his master's house and continue learning from him.

