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Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The Metaphorical Analysis of Sylvia Plath's "Lady Lazarus"
During
my reading of Sylvia Plath’s “Lady Lazarus” I discovered three metaphors I found
particularly interesting. These intriguing metaphors are in the seventh and eighth
stanzas where she compares herself to a cat, thirteen and fourteenth stanzas
where she compares herself to a shut seashell, and then compares worms to
pearls, and in the final stanza of the poem, stanza twenty eight, where she compares
the men she eats to air.
In
the end of the seventh stanza and the beginning of the eighth stanza Plath
writes, “And like the cat I have nine times to die./This is Number Three” (Plath,
poets.org). These two lines have a threatening tone. It seems as if she is stating
her inability to die as if to state her immovability from the physical world. Why
choose the cat as a comparison? The cat can be seen as a threatening and
cunning creature because of its incapability to easily die, but the cat can
also be a sexual image. By viewing the cat in the metaphor as a sexual image,
it would seem that she is objectifying herself, just as the “crowd/Shoves in to
see/Them unwrap me hand and foot--/The big strip tease” (Plath, poets.org). Because
of her use of the phrase “strip tease” it is assumed by the reader that she is
being objectified. It seems that there is an underlying threatening tone in the
poem, that I believe, she fully expresses in the last stanza of “Lady Lazarus.”
However, it seems that by comparing herself to a cat, a sexual image, she is
objectifying herself. Later in the poem she speaks of a charge for eyeing her
scars, hearing of her heart and attaining a part or piece of her body. She openly
objectifies herself by saying she is something to be owned and experienced. She
self-inflicts objectification onto herself. This idea can also be linked to the
idea of her self-inflicted suicide attempt later in this poem.
In
the thirteenth and fourteenth stanza, Plath writes, “the second time I meant/to
last it out and not come back at all./I rocked shut/As a seashell./They had to
call and call/And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls” (Plath, poets.org).
Sea shells are extremely fragile, and difficult to open without harming the
condition of the shell. When reading the lines surrounding this metaphor it
becomes clear to me that she compares herself to a seashell as a way to express
the fragility of her emotional ability to keep herself alive. This comparison
of Plath to a seashell also conveys her need to shut herself off from the physical
and emotional world, just as a sea shell shuts itself off from the world; she
detaches herself from the entire Outside. The idea of Plath’s desire for the
end of her life is especially strong in the lines “Dying/Is an art, like
everything else,/I do it exceptionally well” (Plath, poets.org). This idea of
Plath’s yearning for death can be inferred by her use of words; connotations
and images are conjured by the audience upon reading this poem.
Later in these same two stanzas, Plath compares the worms
“they” had to pick off of her to pearls. This metaphor, which is a continuation
of her seashell metaphor, seemed to be an oxymoron. Worms are considered dirty
and unappealing, whereas pearls are beautiful and highly desired. So why would
worms be described as pearls, when there is seemingly nothing in common? I
believe by her particular choice of the words in this metaphor she tries to
glamorize the idea of self-inflicted death. Because of her obvious fascination with
death and her personal history, I can assume she thought of death as a
beautiful escape and thus attempted to express this as well as attempted to
persuade her readers to adopt her view, which is why she chose such beautiful
words and images to match in metaphor with the grotesque images associated with
death.
Later
in the poem, in stanza 28, the final stanza of the poem, she writes, “Out of
the ash/I rise with my red hair/And I eat men like air” (Plath, poets.org). Throughout
the poem she seems to be in a weak state, but in this last stanza, she seems to
rise against the people who objectify her. She states in the last stanza, that
she is fed by air. If the air is men, and the men are the people who objectify
her, she is essentially saying that she feeds upon them. This is an extremely
threatening idea, she persuades the audience to think, through the entire poem
that she is weak and in the last stanza she reveals to her audience that she is
the true strength, and is fed by and risen up by the people who believe they
are breaking her down. By comparing the men who objectify her to air, she
creates a new perception of them. Instead of her tormentors they are her food. She
consumes them as if they are nothing, just as they had seen her as nothing more
than an object, therefore taking away their power over her. But I believe her argument
can be seen in another frame. It appears she is attempting to persuade the
audience to see her perspective. This bird seems to be a continuation of the
cat metaphor; neither of the animals die easily. She tries multiple times to
end her life unsuccessfully, which is her reasoning behind her usage of the
phoenix and the cat in her metaphors. She is tormented by the men who objectify
her. They are like air because they feed the fire that consumes her. This consuming
fire causes her death, but also her rebirth, thus she is unable to die when she
attempts to take her life. The last stanza can either be seen as a reveal of
the true identity of her argument where she is a threatening and cunning woman
who fools and consumes the men who objectify her, or the last stanza can be
seen as a further plea for final death. I personally prefer to believe the
interpretation of her threatening strength that tricks the men into being
consumed.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Video for Group Discussion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RUMpQqMuFc
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
MISTAH KURTZ—HE DEAD.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkling of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
MISTAH KURTZ—HE DEAD.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkling of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
"Because I said so" : Parental Ethos
The phrase "Because I said so" is commonly used among parents. But what does it really mean? I've been in a store on several occasions where this situation has occurred: a child does something the parent does not like, the parent tells the child to stop, and when the child asks why the parent simply says, "Because I said so."
Why? Why do parents feel as though their word is final only because the words are being spoken by them? My idea is that parents feel entitled to this Ethos. But should it ever be questioned? I think so.
I believe the parents should explain their reasons for reprimanding their children instead of defaulting to this pseudo-entitlement to Ethos, the consequences for not explaining one's self can be detrimental to the child's development.
A movie I watched recently about a woman in her early twenties being pestered by her over bearing mother is another example. When her mother would encroach on her daughter's personal life and attempt to tell her daughter to make certain decisions, her daughter would ask her why she was being so intrusive, her mother would only respond with the phrase, "Because I said so." Her mother felt the same sense of entitlement to Ethos that thousands of adults in parenthood also feel they posses. Although this is an exaggerated example of the Parental Ethos, this still holds true in every day life.
Should parents feel this entitlement to Ethos? Should it be given and taken away at certain times or when the child reaches a certain age? Yes, I believe so.
Parental Ethos is an often abused tool. I believe it has its positive qualities such as when trying to impart certain morals and values within the child, to help them in the long term and future of their life- but even this can be disputed.
However, Parental Ethos also has a darker side. Parents often default to the phrase "Because I said so"- possibly out of laziness- and do not realize the consequences of this action. By simply telling the child those four words, the parents miss the multiple opportunities to teach the children an actual lesson and help them develop critical thinking, social skills, and the skills to help them determine right from wrong.
I believe this Parental Ethos should be...not completely disregarded, but diluted when the child begins growing older, this way the child can begin to form their own opinions and skills necessary for their all around wellness and quality of life.
Parental Ethos must be something heavily monitored, it can easily be abused. This tool must not be underestimated- by the good influence but also the damage it can leave.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Rhetoric Response 1
KAIROS
This term has been played with constantly in different
forms. In writings of love the importance of Kairos is detrimental to the
outcome. In Sports, the ‘play’ depends on whether the ball is thrown and the
catcher is available at the right time. In digital media, Kairos is left open
for interpretation by the viewer.
Because the internet is so vast, something is constantly
being seen or discovered. People are discovering new videos on Youtube every
day. When I first came to college I was shown a video by someone who had just
found it, and a year later someone else had recently discovered it and showed
it to me again. Something as simple as a Youtube video can circulate and be
found by anyone in the world within a matter of minutes, or years depending on
the circumstances. These circumstances being: whether or not there is access to
a computers or TVs, having friends who own computers or TVs.
I believe digital media has not canceled out Kairos, but
prolonged it as a process. There are now two types of Kairos: Present Kairos
and Past Kairos. An example: living in the late eighteen hundreds and attending
a speech. This is present Kairos. In this situation, Kairos is very limited to
this one time. No one outside of this occasion would know about the events of
this speech. If the listener is not present, he/she misses the Kairos all-together.
However, in present day terms, if someone were to attend a speech, this
listener would be able to experience the speech, but because this speech is
most likely being recorded and/or being reported on, the audience- or the people
affected by this speech- is not only limited to the people in the room, but
anyone and everyone connected to the internet.
http://www.ted.com/ is a great website for intellectual, academic,
artistic and motivational speeches. This website is an exact example of Past
Kairos. If the internet/digital media did not exist, these speeches given would
never be seen by anyone else than those in that very room at that very time.
The internet has created Past Kairos. This way, no one is
limited by time. Anyone can see any post in any website at any given time. A post
made in the early 2000’s can still be seen by us in the present day, depending
on the situation and opportunities that arise and fall in to place. There is
more of a sense of inclusion in the world that the internet has opened; such as
the events in the news, in ground breaking academic studies, and nonsensical entertainment
internet videos and posts. These events happen all around the world at any
given time, but because of digital media, the opportunities to view or be
affected by these events does not conclude when the event ends.
SYNECDOCHE
The general definition of Synecdoche is the use of referring
to a part of something as a whole or vice versa. But to me, this definition is
too surface. What does the use of this term actually mean, not just do?
In the internet, this kind of grouping happens regularly. From
something as simple as a website page with different tabs; click on these tabs
and you are given a variety of options to choose from that have been grouped
under ‘Contact Us’ or ‘Membership’ or ‘Student.’ http://www.aiia.org/ is an example of this use of grouping. That particular website has grouped every possible link pertaining to the tab’s
subject, into one list under the tab. Another example is with the categorizing of
films. Romantic Comedies, Dramas, Horror, Thriller- these are all groupings of
films being referred to as an entire genre.
I think there has also been a synecdoche of the people on
the internet. Once people join the internet they are placed into that grouping
and are thrown into the online world and thrown to the mercy of the internet
and those that use it. There is a certain level of anonymity that is available through
the internet, but because of this anonymity there have been a synecdoche of
identity. Many faceless people are grouped into these categories and referred
to as a whole, such as Anonymous- an internet group. http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/the-different-types-of-people-there-are-on-the-internet/
This informal article is an example of that categorizing of people. I believe
the internet has helped the connection of people across the world, but it has
also hindered because people are suddenly able to hide their identity, throw
caution to the wind and in some cases, lose sense of their humanity. I have
been roaming through the internet and on several occasions come across a few
disturbing posts made by faceless users. This idea of grouping people occurs every day in non-digital media settings as well, when someone sees another individual and places them into a category such as jock, nerd, meat head, weirdo, goth, and so on. Synecdoche creates the opportunity to simplify
otherwise tedious actions such as a grouping on a website page, or in a film
industry. But other than the categorizing of items, I believe synecdoche can be
harmful to society. It becomes dangerous when this idea of synecdoche starts being used on people, especially in an internet setting where identity is already in question.
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