Monday, January 23, 2012

Analyses

Song
“Carry On” by Stills
One morning I woke up and I knew that you were gone.
A new day, a new way, I knew I should see it along.
Go your way, I'll go mine and carry on.

The sky is clearing and the night has gone out.
The sun, he come, the world is all full of light.
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.

The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song.
Now witness the quickness with which we get along.
To sing the blues you've got to live the tunes and carry on.

Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all.

Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
Lover, can you talk to me?

Girl, when I was on my own, chasing you down,
What was it made you run, trying your best just to get around?
The questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
Lover, can you talk to me?



Internal rhyme is densely present inside the song “Carry On” by Stephen Stills in order to portray the idea that one must “sing the blues”, “live the dues and carry on” which alludes to crying, coping, and carrying on with one’s life after their lover has left them. Due to the decade in which the song was written, the imagery involved is relative to hippie culture, which intensifies the internal rhyme in “The sun, he come” and “A new day, a new way” because it helps to characterize the disposition of the speaker.  “The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song” combines objectification with internal rhyme in order to show that a fate that seems to be too bad to be true can “sing” happily because “love is coming to all”.  Alliteration coupled with the think internal rhyme inside “Carry On”, shown in “Now witness the quickness with which we get along is used to convey the split couples ease to “get along” with each other after the breakup.  The inclusion of dominating internal rhyme only before the instrumental and lyrical shift in this song demonstrates how quickly one’s emotions can shift when trying to cope with a broken heart.

Poems
“Once by the Pacific” Robert Frost
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if  
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.

In “Once by the Pacific”, Robert Frost uses figurative language in order to convey the idea that “dark intent” is as large and as scary as an ocean.  “The clouds were low and hairy in the skies/Like locks forward in the gleam of eyes” utilizes a simile as well as foreboding imagery to show how the clouds are hiding the light from the observer.  The overall structure of “Once by the Pacific” consists of couplets, and when figurative language is added in the form of personification, adds to the short bursts of fear portrayed before the impending storm or hurricane suggested in this poem.  “Great waves looked over other coming in” includes personification along with imagery to portray the ever strengthening waves coming in toward the shore.  Robert Frost uses multiple forms of figurative language in “Once by the Pacific” and pairs them with other literary devices, such as imagery, to illuminate the impending doom about to hit “the shore”.

“Briefly it Enters, and Briefly Speaks” Jane Kenyon
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .
I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . .
When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .
I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .
I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .
I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .
I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .
I am the heart contracted by joy. . .
the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .
I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .
I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .
I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. .

In “Briefly it Enters, and Briefly Speaks”, Jane Kenyon utilizes kind-hearted metaphor in order to demonstrate how happiness is found everywhere in our world.  The metaphors found in each verse of this poem are coupled with imagery, as found in “I am the blossom pressed in a book”, for the purpose of portraying the many forms of joy that readers can easily relate to.  Symbolism, paired with the ever-present metaphor, is found in “I am the patient gardener/Of the dry and weedy garden” to show how happiness weeds out the destruction and terrible things in the world.  “I am the musk rose” utilizes synesthesia with metaphor because it causes the reader to see a beautiful rose as well as remember the smell of the bloom in order to show different forms people notice happiness.  Jane Kenyon combines metaphor with other devices in “Briefly it Enters, and Briefly Speaks” to show all the little ways happiness “briefly… enters” each person’s life.


The Mirror
Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.
In “The Mirror”, Robert Creeley utilizes morbid figures of speech in order to convey the idea that humans are “a disgust” because they covet their “difference”.  The first line of this poem, “Seeing is believing”, is used as a double entendre because it refers to looking into a mirror and as a figure of speech, a cliché.  The second stanza of “The Mirror” contains both imagery and personification, another figure of speech, in order to shown how murder makes believing humans are good creatures is impossible.  Personification and imagery are also found coupled in “Our humanness a question/A disgust for what we are” to illuminate the gross things humans are according to the author.  The structure of this poem adds to the idea of humans being inhumane because there is no rhyme-scheme or pattern found, showing that humans are not intellectuals.  Robert Creeley pairs figures of speech with devices and tools in “The Mirror” so he can show how inhumane man is.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Student-Choice Test

"Lucy" lyrics by: Skillet

Hey Lucy, I remember your name
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while, got some things I need to say

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see
That little piece of Heaven looking back at me

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I've gotta live with the choices I made
And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday
They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they can't help me make amends

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see
That little piece of Heaven looking back at me

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I've gotta live with the choices I made
And I can't live with myself today

Here we are, now you're in my arms
I never wanted anything so bad
Here we are for a brand new start
Living the life that we could've had

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Just another moment in your eyes
I'll see you in another life in Heaven
Where we never say goodbye

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see
That little piece of Heaven looking back at me

Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I've gotta live with the choices I made
And I can't live with myself today

Here we are, now you're in my arms
Here we are for a brand new start
I got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
I've got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remember your name

Lucy

 “Lucy…” I whisper.  A tear slides down my face as I trace the letters on the stone under which no one is buried.  “They said I needed to cope with this like a normal death, but what I did wasn’t normal.  I wish so much that I could redo everything.  I’m so sorry…”  I kneel to the ground, wipe away the dead leaves, and place the twelve white roses on the cold brown stone.
 “If I had known what this would do to me, to you, I would have you in my arms right now.  I would be playing with you on a soft pink blanket.  I would be feeding you a bottle of warm milk.  I would be taking you for a walk in a pink stroller.  I would be saving money so you could go to college and be someone great.  I stopped all of that from ever happening…
“They don’t understand what it’s like.  They think that the mourning will pass and that I will be good as new, but that will never happen.  I will never be able to forget the horrid thing I did to you.  They think that this empty grave makes it normal, but nothing is normal anymore.  A gravestone with your name doesn’t let me hold you in my arms.  It doesn’t give me ‘closure’ to ‘pretend’ like this is a regular death; I’m the one who caused it…
“You probably hate me.  You probably aren’t even listening to me.  Even if you are listening, can you understand what I’m saying?  And even if you can understand, would you be able to forgive me?  Would you ever forgive me for taking you precious life away...?
“Lucy…I’m just so sorry.  I have absolutely nothing to  justify what I did, but it would have been nigh on impossible for me to have kept you.  I couldn’t even tell you why I thought that it was the right thing to do.  It could never be right to take away the life of your own daughter.  I should’ve asked for help.  I should’ve found a way.  I should’ve given you to someone who could take care of you, but instead I took your life away…
“Do you even like your name?  If I hadn’t done what I did, would you be named something else?  If I put you up for adoption, would they have named you Lucy?  Would you have been a Jessica or a Marissa?  Would you have been a girly-girl?  Would you have wanted to dress-up like a princess?  You deserve to be a princess, Lucy.  You deserve to be here.  You deserve to be living in a loving family who would die for you.  You don’t deserve me.  You don’t deserve to be wherever you are.  You don’t deserve to have a grave.  You don’t deserve to have a mother who was too young, too stupid, to think that a baby isn’t a baby until she’s born.  You don’t deserve any of this…”
I reach into my back pocket and pull out the knife that gleams in the sun.  “You don’t deserve to be alone wherever you are.  You deserve to be happy.  You deserve to see me gone.  You deserve a mother who is willing to die for you…”