Friday, December 31, 2010

“Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” and “Out, Out—”

    “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,” a poem by the 20th century modernist and imagist poet William Carlos Williams refers to Pieter Bruegel's painting of the same name and describes the disconsolate tragedy of Icarus, the son of Daedalus in an old Greek myth. In this myth, Daedalus, a great architect and inventor, creates wings made out of feathers and wax to enable the escape of him and his son, who were being kept prisoner in a tall tower by a king that he had previously worked for. This invention works, and they manage to escape, but Icarus, who was disregarding his father’s cautions and playing around, flying too high, falls into the sea because the wax that holds the feathers together melted and drowns.
    
     William Carlos Williams’ poem however does not tell this entire story. Instead, it focuses on describing what was illustrated in Pieter Bruegel’s painting. In Bruegel’s painting, a farmer who is ploughing his field, and a boy who is watching over his sheep is the first thing that catches the observers eye. Icarus can be seen in the lower right corner of the painting, as a part of the background. Like Bruegel, Williams has chosen not to make the death of Icarus the major part of his work, and has settled to mentioning it at the beginning and end of the poem. He has preferred to take the reader on a journey through the day, and the scenery that was most probably visible to Icarus as he drifted through the sky. Actually, the poem isn’t even about Icarus, as can be understood from the title, “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,” which would most likely be something like “The Fall of Icarus” if the poem was about him.
      
     “Out, Out—” by Robert Frost, an early 20th century poet, has a rather similar theme to “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,” although both of these poems portray different events. “Out, Out—” tells the story of a young boy, who dies a sad death after accidentally cutting off his hand with a buzz-saw. The boy, still a child at heart, is living the life of a grown man. With only half an hour free time a day to himself, to enjoy his childhood, he works hard, taking on tasks that are not appropriate for his young age. Forced to be mature and grown, the boy knows that he will be of no use without a hand, and the idea that he will be incomplete and unable to work for the rest of his life causes his death. The poem focuses on people's reactions to death.
     
    These two poems have one notably important similarity. Both of these poems narrate that a person’s suffering and failure will be unimportant to another person or will go unnoticed. In “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,” nobody acknowledges the boy who falls into the sea out of the sky, splashes around trying to save himself and then dies. It is unknown whether the farmer and any other people at the scene of the event didn’t see or hear Icarus falling, or if they just decided that it was insignificant and not worthy of their time. In “Out, Out—,” the people around the boy acknowledge his death, yet decide to go on with their daily lives, since they are still alive, and that is pretty much all that matters to them. Thus, the death of the young boy is irrelevant to the lives of others, so it is unimportant.  
      
     William Carlos Williams and Robert Frost have used different types of structure to communicate the same theme. William Carlos Williams’ poem consists of seven stanzas, made up of three lines each, and is written in free verse. The use of punctuation is at a minimum, with only one period at the end of the poem. Enjambment has been employed in the poem, perhaps to create the effect of a flight, or descent; with each stanza, the reader is slowly descending in the sky, and is brought to death, the inevitable ending. The vocabulary in the poem is quite simple, and the tone is calm and objective, with no emotions being conveyed. Contrast and words with sensory appeal have been used to enrich the poem. Words like “splash” and “tingling” appeal to the senses of sound, sight and touch while are also onomatopoeic words. The contrast between life and death can be seen from the word “awake,” used to describe liveliness and merriness that comes with spring, and “Icarus drowning,” which implies that Icarus will be asleep forever, starting from that moment.  
      
      “Out, Out” differs from “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” in structure. Robert Frost’s poem is made up of only one stanza, and thirty four lines. The poem is written in blank verse using iambic pentameter. Frost uses many poetic devices throughout the poem. Personification is used to describe the buzz-saw. The lines “And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, as it ran light, or had to bear a load,” describe the buzz-saw, talking as if the saw was a person which had to carry something. The words “snarled and rattled” are repeated several times, to create the image of the saw moving back and forth in the readers mind, and to help the reader imagine exactly how the machine works. Words that contradict, like “rueful” and “laugh” are used to create an image of the boys pain. The vocabulary of the poem is simple, yet powerful words have been used, like “outcry.” Imagery is an important part of the poem, as Frost takes the time to set up the setting, as can be seen from the line “Five mountain ranges one behind the other under the sunset far into Vermont.” Unlike William Carlos Williams, Robert Frost uses several punctuation marks in his poem, including dashes, colons, quotation marks, and exclamation points. “Out, Out” also includes dialog, something that is not seen in most poems. The poem starts out with a three line long sentence, and ends with a one line poem. The sentences get shorter as the poem progresses and the life in the young boy slowly drains out.
    
     “Out, Out--” employs realistic imagery and the personification of a buzz saw to describe how life goes on after the death of a loved one, while also subtly stating that human are selfish creatures that only have concern for themselves. “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” states pretty much the same thing, that what is a tragedy to one person will often be a matter of complete indifference to the rest of the world using imagery and contrast.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Music is what feelings sound like.

 
About 10 days ago, I attended a chamber orchestra performance at my school. I already knew that there were many musically talented students at our school, but this concert truly amazed me.

The first to perform was the chamber orchestra that consisted of four violins, a viola, a cello, a trumpet and a flute. Besides the orchestra, several solo acts were put on. The music performed was varied. I got the chance to listen to melancholic pieces as well as happy, joyful and lively pieces.

This one and a half hour performance of classical music helped me realize that classical music conveys more emotion than we would expect, unlike the mainstream music we usually listen to nowadays. When listening to a slow piece, the listener can feel the grief of the composer and imagine their mindset, while a quick, chirpy song can communicate excitement and cheeriness. I noticed that each song must have been carefully constructed, considering every single detail, carefully choosing the right pitch, rhythm, tempo, dynamics, articulation and meter to convey a message, just like poetry.

In addition to this, I saw that some students do devote their time to things other than Facebook and the television, and the results are quite impressing. 








Sunday, December 12, 2010

12.12.2010

Yesterday I woke up to see that there was snow everywhere. The first thing that came to my mind was that it would be awesome if we had a snow day, but before I went to bed, I was worried that the roads might be closed and that we wouldn't be able to go to the rehabilitation center. However I got up anyway and luckily our visit was still on. Since this would be our last visit for 3 weeks, due to our winter break, we did something different. We decorated the Christmas tree, had cake and juice. I tried again to get the race track to work but, sadly, I failed again and decided to blame the toy. We played with Legos and Yasemin played the flute.
Even though we got there late, and didn't have much time to play, today was a pretty fun day and I will definitely miss going to the rehabilitation center while I'm on holiday.

05.12.2010

I was trying to set up a race track for the boys to play with and miserably failing. A mother brought up her son to watch us. The other boys went away to play, and I stayed to pack up the race track. The mother was still there and she was trying to get her child to finish his juice. We talked a bit. She told me that she had got accepted into college but that she couldn't go because she couldn't afford it. She told me that we were very lucky to have the opportunity to get an education. I know that I am lucky, and I try hard to make most of the opportunities I have and not take them for granted, but I just didn't know what to say in that situation, and all I could think of was "yeah."
Like every other person, I complain about how hard life is and the normal things, but especially after I started visiting the rehabilitation center, I also wish that I had more chances to do things for people other than myself, and give back to the community. 

At a Mall Department Store Sale

Delicate hands grabbing at pieces of fabric, wresting and running;
cockroaches on a carcass.

Friday, December 10, 2010

In a Station of the Metro

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound

I think that the wet, black bough represents the metro station and the petals represent people. The word "apparition" is used to imply that the people just come and go, in a blur. This work shows Pound's shock and awe  as he steps into the metro. He sees, actually he thinks he sees, since he can't see the faces clearly, beautiful people. This is identified as "petals," vibrant flowers that represent beauty. In this poem, the poet states that the people who are in the crowd are beautiful because of their diversity. This poem connotes that everyone is beautiful no matter what color, size or shape they are.

The Warning

Life is
not fair people
are mean. You suffer and
fight and lose and suffer and then
you die.

The Great Gatsby - Reflection

Usually authors prefer not to kill the main characters of their novels, because readers can feel like they read the whole book for nothing. I think that killing Gatsby was a good moved that helped Fitzgerald successfully convey the main message of the book: the decline of the American Dream.

Gatsby was a man who lived in a era of prosperity and material excess, but all he wanted was to be with the woman he loved. His whole life revolved around making himself worthy of Daisy, and finding a way to win her back. He reached his goal, but was not able to see that Daisy would not be able to live up to his expectations. In the end, he died because he wasn't able to understand the world Daisy lived in, and to learn how to live in that world.

However, when I look back at the book, the thing that strikes me the most is not Gatsby's death, but the personalities of Daisy and Tom. Tom and Daisy are amoral people, they are careless and uncaring people. Since they know that their money will shield them from ever having to face any negative consequences they destroy people and things. This is an idea that we can still relate to, as most people still believe that money is the most valuable thing in life and will enable people to accomplish anything they want.

Chapter 9 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

I think I will certainly like it here. Moving was a splendid idea. The weather is great, and our new house is absolutely wonderful. First of all, it's bigger than our previous house and the garden is pulchritudinous. Tom travelled to New York for a few days, he's going to be at Fifth Avenue. I hope he picks up a few nice things for me while he's in the city, I haven't had the time to discover any good stores here yet. Maybe I should go out today, as I don't have anything to do. If we're going to stay here for a while, I should find some places I like, other than my garden. I don't want to get bored.

Chapter 8 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

Autumn is nearly here. Soon the leaves will turn crispy and orange, the weather will change, and we will not be able to go out often. Tom is talking with a man downstairs. When his conversation is over I will tell him that we should do something amusing. I'm not ready for the cold weather and the snow, though I do relish hot chocolate. Yet, I still want to go somewhere or do something. Maybe we can go swimming.

Chapter 6 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

There are some terrible rumours going around about Gatsby. I can't bear to hear people say awful things about him. We have a wonderful time together. He makes me feel young and charming again. Tom was over at his house today. He announced that we would be attending a party at his house. It turns out he was the one who threw the sumptuous parties. Tom doesn't seem to want to go to this party to actually have a good time, but I will enjoy myself.

Chapter 5 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

It was raining when I arrived at Nick's house. I could see that the grass had been freshly cut. His house was minute yet dainty compared to the great mansion next door. When I saw the untouched flowers inside, I was reminded of how polite and well thought Nick was; he is a true gentleman. However, he looked surprised, like something was missing. Then there was a knock at the door, and Gatsby entered, the lieutenant from Louisville, Kentucky. I was astonished to see him again.

Now we're at his house and he is showing me his extensive collection of English shirts. His house and life is marvellous. I can't believe it's been so long since I've seen him; I might cry...

Chapter 4 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

Jordan stopped by today. I was quite delighted to hear that Nick had taken my advice and started seeing her. However, I didn't get much information out of her. She was acting a bit weird today. We were having some drinks, and she told me that I was a lucky girl, and the she knew my secret and that my life was about to change. I didn't manage to figure out what she was talking about. I don't think my life is going to change any time soon. I'm definitely not a lucky girl, since my husband is cheating on me, and I don't have any secrets. The things that are worth knowing about me are out in the open, even the fact that I drank myself into numbness the night before my wedding. I wonder what she meant with what she said.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Chapter 3 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

The weekend is here again, and I can see the great mansion, across the water, lit up brightly. The West Egg is home to the new rich, and since they do not possess the social grace we do, they enjoy showing off their wealth with lavish parties. I have heard that these parties are quite extravagant. Though I've never been to a party at the West Egg, from what I gathered from my friends I can imagine what it is like. Drunk girls and men arguing over when to leave, crates of fresh lemon and oranges, a live orchestra, scrumptious food. Now that I think of it, this doesn't sound bad at all. I always let Tom talk me into believing things. I should make some time to attend one of these parties, I'm sure I would enjoy myself.

Chapter 2 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

Tom travelled to New York today. He didn't state what urged him to go to the city, but I know his reason very well. His "girl" is up there. That despicable women. She doesn't even think about putting herself in my shoes, and trying to imagine how I feel. I would like to run her over with a car.
Well, I'm not going to spend my day with these bitter thoughts. I'm a young, beautiful, rich women. I married Tom for a reason, for the money, and I intend to spend it to make my life lively. Jordan and I can go out today, or perhaps I can spend some time in the garden; I do really love smelling the redolent roses.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Chapter 1 - Imaginary Journal - Daisy's Point of View

Nick will almost be here. I wonder if he has changed much. Even though we were cousins, we weren't quite close. He didn't even come to my wedding. What was he doing during that time? I can't remember now... Well, we'll have plenty of time to catch up now that he is living in New York... I hope he likes my house. What will he say when he sees my daughter? I know what I say, every time, how I wish that she grows up to be a beautiful fool... Anyway, if we're lucky, Tom won't do something to embarrass me, like talking about his lover or that stupid book he read...Jordan was good company today, we should go up to the city sometime; that would be entertaining.