Friday, March 12, 2010
Literary Terms
"A dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tale when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased and wag my tale when I'm angry."
"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."
"War is peace."
"Freedom is slavery."
"Ignorance is strength."
Periodic: A long and frequently involved sentence, marked by suspended sytax, in which the sense is not completed until the final word--usually with an emphatic climax. Contrast with loose sentence.
"Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed."
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Confessionalism Poetry
- emerged in 1950s and 1960s
- the poets use personal history for inspiration
- they choose to use their own lives for subject matter, often using personal trauma as fuel for literary or dramatic effect
- the theme of madness is used by many of the poets
- emphazises the intimate information about the poet's life
- explores personal details about the authors' life without meekness, modesty, or discretion
- poems about illness, sexuality, and despondence
Poets:
- John Berryman
- Allen Ginsberg
- Robert Lowell
- Sylvia Plath
- Theodore Roethke
- Anne Sexton
- William De Witt Snodgrass
"The Ball Poem" by John Berryman
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,
What, what is he to do? I saw it go
Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then
Merrily over—there it is in the water!
No use to say 'O there are other balls':
An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boy
As he stands rigid, trembling, staring down
All his young days into the harbour where
His ball went. I would not intrude on him,
A dime, another ball, is worthless. Now
He senses first responsibility
In a world of possessions. People will take balls,
Balls will be lost always, little boy,
And no one buys a ball back. Money is external.
He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes,
The epistemology of loss, how to stand up
Knowing what every man must one day know
And most know many days, how to stand up
And gradually light returns to the street
A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight,
Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark
Floor of the harbour . . .I am everywhere,
I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move
With all that move me, under the water
Or whistling, I am not a little boy.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Modernist Movement Poetry
Authors:
Ezra Pound
T.S. Eliot
William Carlos Williams
Walt Whitman
Oscar Wilde
Robert Browning
Emily Dickinson
Gerald Manley Hopkins
A.E. Housman
E.E. Cummings
Robert Frost
Sylvia Plath
"Funeral Blues" or "Stop All the Clocks" by W.H. Auden