to be or not to be... REVOLUTION !!!

Revolutions are made by people with ideas, Rebellions are made by people with BIG MOUTHS!!! 

now on to my rant... oh how i loath my school... of course i shall not mention my school's name lest it cause me to loose my job. 

Tomorrow, on monday, i have the awful obligation to hear my boss speak, disgusting. and he is bloody going to rant on for 4 bloody hours. Oh Mon Dieu!!! 

it is sick, and cruel to take away my holiday which i am entitled to. They take it away like that ... unbelievable. (i roll my eyes in absolute disdain) 

i'ld rather be at home with my lolita than be... there sitting there listening to him drone and drone and drone. his mere presence could kill... my sanity. Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu l'idiot sanglant est une douleur ! 

yes that ends my rant. 

moi lolita

Désolé , this entire post will be in french and then followed in English. 

Je suis dans l'amour avec le lolita.... sérieusement. La raison pour laquelle j'emploie le français est parce que je l'apprends...lentement. J'essaye de pouvoir au moins faire une conversation courte vers la fin des vacances de marche... d'accord? 

I trust that you have no idea what I said, right ? good... we shall keep it that way. 

And my kingdom is being usurped

Argh !!! too many people, too many people in my room.

And My mother is being a pain, driving me insane with her thoughts on properness and neatness 

BLOODY HELL !!!! 

noise noise, hell it is irritating, soon soon i must get out of this hell hole. hmmm maybe that is why i cannot study at home. Yes my mother runs a tight shop here and is really dogmatic... yes there is no opposition, it is a dictatorship !!! 

BLOODY FACIST !!! 

heck, this is  just a short in the spur of the moment rant.  HEIL BOHEMIA !! 

The gods must be crazy

Why, why did i say that ? darn, the computer has got me. 

A ridiculous excuse. 

humph I don't care. 

ok then so here is another snippet at literature and a short really brief moment into my really mundane life. which i trust that your life is as mundane to because your looking at my blog sigh ....

GET A LIFE !!!!!!!!!!

now back to literature

yes you might be screaming : Its all Greek to me ! and yes in fact Myth has been around since, well god knows when. 

Myth is a body of stories that matters in each community, the have their own separate myths

and stories

Be it Germanic, Irish, American, European 

IT IS NOT JUST ROMAN AND GREEK MYTH !!!

myth can be overt subject matter for poems and art (like duh....) 

So the question now is : Why would a 20th Century author draw on mythology ? 

Walcott reminds us of the parallel of the potential of greatness that resides in us, no matter how humble our worldly circumstances are 

Many writers have emulated Homer's Illiad 

Virgil patterns the Aeneas according to Homeric works

the parallels can often be ironised

writers use a large part of the body of a story as mythology. readers recognize it.

This recognition makes the story much much more meaningful 

Walcott's omeros means in local dialect,  -Homeric ....Naturally 

Now I trust that because of the lack of flow of the post you might actually have a desire for my murder. so... I don't care. (no not really)... (NO NO SERIOUSLY... i dont care )

so now onto life... 

I am bloody tired, sparred today with a bunch of friends, really shack and about to collapse, yet I am still here typing... (you really should be grateful) 

Must have sleep...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

Apart from that, facebook has been growing onto me, it has become the starting link i click,  (hmmm i should control myself) anyway, this is my second post for today  so i guess you can already tell how bored I am. 

I should just slit my wrist and dance in my blood (sorry inside joke) 

JUMP FOR JOY : EXAMS ARE OVER ... A levels have just begun 

read the fine print... absolutely disgusting !!!!

Be still my beating heart. the rest is silence AHHHHHHH Shakespeare ! 

My inspiration: a tribute ! and Hey! a new poem.

Inspiration comes from the inside... or I would like to keep up that idea. 

or perhaps from events that happen, songs or just random stuff that creeps up your leg and bites you in the ass. 

Apart from that inspiration comes from above, somewhere up there so this post is a tribute to the people up there somewhere who have been the muses in my head : this poem is for you people. It is called 

Myth-Love 

Lady who sits by the banks

Your dainty feet play against the water

Playfully, across the water

 

Like willow branches your hair

Bowing to the river edge

Never tied up in a bundle

Free, loose

The red leaves swaying in the soft breeze of spring

 

I dare no approach you, the lady of love

Aphrodite, just a look, a peek

To embrace,

An Angel , a Goddess. Made in the perfection

 

Of heavenly splendor.  And you recite, whisper into my ear

Music, the food of love

Let the dew of your speech

quench this burning soul.

 

 Flowers, fall, float on the reflection of you

Water, send a message of which I will never speak

You sit there quietly, not far from me.

I sit on the wet fertile field

Near.

 

Like a cat I sit there purring of your presence

It soothes like a balm of oil on a bruise

 

In your little chess game

I am just a pawn never considered,

Never mentioned.  Silence is the language we speak.

 

The cotton frock you have on is the life of the grass

Demeter awakes, envious of you

For you, revive the spring.

 

I tread nearer amongst the green

And you move

Away, slowly

So I step carefully, carefully

Like a waltz we play in this dance of the morning.

 

The water reflects a million you’s as the blossoms tango across the water’s face.

I have seen your face

Before

Amongst the nymphs and faeries, your voice, your laughter

A muse.

None as inspiring as you, O lady by the water.

 

My love is

but to the point of obsession

Humbert Humbert

His love, No not love

A lust for his Lolita, Disgusting bastard !

 

Not like him

I love, My love more pure, like the radient sun shinining in the sky

And like the cotton frock

Light and white

A pure innocent

Infatuation.

 

Do not follow me

Please do not, but let long

Let flow

As the river grows and the wind doth blow in the willow

Let it go, go and make it free

The rest is silence.

Yes it is a bloody long poem compared to the rest which i have written but perhaps not as good ... yet ... (raises glass of stout) to those on HIGH !!! (gulps down stout- it really burns !!! ) wipes mouth , flicks it on to table. ( barbaric is'nt it) 

Anyway this post is for all inspiration that i have had and still have   

To understand to be understood... kind of ...

So i am sitting here in front of my computer typing this post ... no seriously it is not as exciting as you think it is. 

oh by the way i am still laughing at those people taking art,  sigh i guess it was just never meant to be. (I feel your pain... HAH NOT!!!!) 

Anyway, my exams are over... no really... they are gone. FINALLY... the sweet release. 

EMBRACE THE MARCH HOLS. 

Ok apart from that i have something lit to post. 

Hanseldee and Greteldum 

Literature grows out of other Literature. 

Readers (i shall not insult you) are knowledgeable people.

Parallels and plot structure all can be found in (surprise) Kiddy Lit. 

Alice in Wonderland, Treasure Island, Narnia and the greatest of ALL !!! 

Hansel and Gretel !

WHAT?!!!!

yes.. ok follow me on this ... 2 people left in a plight, not trying to create fairy tales but instead to use details patterns to create texture and feel into the story

Fairy tales all belong to the BIG STORY !

It has been ingrained into our consciousness 

there is irony within every fairy tale 

we want strangers in our stones but at the same time we also desire familiarity 

This comes from texts that we already know - fairy tales. 

I know it is confusing... but trust me... i am as lost as you. 

  

yawns :O

I am sleepy sleepy... Really tired. 

one... more... day .... one ... day ... more...... to the end of it all.  (hmmm it rhymes)

argh bloody hell the computer is lagging on me.

anyway... onward onward... to a literature paper... the final lap...zzzzzzzzzzz... damn ! (drool all over keyboard) 

trying to stay awake

Ahhhhh... i will rest here ... come gentle day ...zzzzzzzzzzz

Chinese... 华人讲汉语

So we stereotype... hua ren jiang hua yu... 

If you don't already know, I have failed my Chinese at A levels. Yes this post may seem like a rant but hear me out. 

So we trust in Bilingualism and we decide it through what ? ... our heritage ... our race. Really really absurd. 

I know i am in no position to say much, failing my Chinese. However I trust that my ability to converse, write and perhaps blog in English would be able to cover up for my flaws in Chinese. 

Apart from that there is nothing much to say apart from, I trust that I will do better next time. 

here is another poem which I wrote in response to a book which i am currently reading :Lolita

Dainty, Pure, Eyes

The look of innocence

Behind it all

A cruel, cruel heart.

 

Come out from the grave, you Vamp! You Tramp!

I will seek you.

The rotting waste beneath

The cold hard, hard cover.

 

Rain, a better than you,

The crow cries foul

The sky a blood red.

 

A blossom with

Fangs.

Let the Bitter Waves

Hit you.

 

Your tongue

Strained talk, lies

Untold

Awkward not knowing how to act.

 

Serpent bites.

Eagle flies, flies away, fear.

Obsession,

a poison.

 

Lo, Lo, Lo there passes the name

When in doubt...it is from Shakespeare...or the bible

Here is in the series of literature part 6 and 7 I'm afraid... 

Go on ... if you dare

The period of the 18th to 21st century and probably beyond, 

From Othello to Juliet and Hamlet

several quotations from Our beloved Maestro: Shakespeare: All the world's a stage and its men and women merely players, to thine self be true... 

To be or Not to be that is the question.. .

So, why do writers bother about old Will? off the top of my head ... to make them seem smarter

it is a sort of sacred text and confers a type of authority 

He has been ingrained into our psyche 

Intertextuality - Will and Modern writers 

A reworking of a message-the new author has his/her own agenda 

SHAKESPEAREAN sagas are these great compelling language fluous 

it all depends on our understanding of a prose and poetry

So if you read a work and it sounds TOO GOOD to be true... you probably know where it came from .... 

The rest is silence ..... 

Now onto the Bible - writers do quote scripture 

Genesis to Revelation in all its holiness is used by billions of authors (perhaps All)

The Apocolypse - a biblical parallel

perhaps a little can come from the bible 

These modern and post modern texts give the allusion to biblical sources to show a 

DISPARITY or DISRUPTION

Christ figures ... 

a sort of resonance and meaningful beyond the literal word

It feels heavy but it sparkles with promise 

But is your reading going to truly be enhance if you read the bible ... erm ... not quite 

The stories of the bible NEVER grow old.

So this is my mindless ramblings of a noblemein a noble ranter courtesy of 

Prof Thomas C Foster 

not everything is from me of course ... Botti Thadaeus 

another poem

yes, for those following this blog this is another poem. 

the imagery is screaming !!!!

Intoxicated,

The green fairy

 

In the back the faint strings

Sound, Sparkle

 

Sparkle.

 

A siren calling ships to disaster

A graveyard of infatuation.

 

The chemical bond.

 

Cyanide. Melts bones

Leaving behind a

Red, red

Black

Heart, bone, flesh. Skin

 

Banners raised catch on the wind

White flags fly in the

Stale air. 

 

Cold, cold, cloud

 

Artist, paint a picture.

A portrait of Van Gogh

 

Three to the gut

One to the head.

Pleasant release

 

 

 

 

 

Without I cannot survive. Airs

Fourth of a month

She loves me, she loves me not.

Petals rot, wither away

Pale, pale, white.

 

The boots. Step into, onto a

Life of mine

 

Cur cur!

 

Paintings: dark, white, hate, Fate

Passion made.

Crave the laid open dead. Scarlet

 

Rose.

i speak what i feel not what we ought to say

Butcher !!!

cutting my hair is a CHORE !!! 

That bloody butcher, that surgeon, bearing silver instruments of precision. She might as well use a cleaver. I truly cannot understand the logic of cutting hair. 

Sigh, anyway about my rather mundane life. Just trotting through it if your wondering. 

Now I truly cannot decide which I love more, Austen or Plath. Yes you seldom hear of people complaining about authors they love. But which do i love more....hmmm. 

lets compare two ridiculously brilliant authors, 

Plath - suicidal

Austen-unmarried (rather ironic as she writes on marriage) 

hmmmm both really really hate the world, which I am not a particularly fond of. 

really confused. hah anyway, common test is coming and I am really really not prepared. 

but what do i care. oh yes maybe because A's are coming ...erm i really should take that into consideration. Nah. I'll get through... somehow. 

AHHHHHH!!!! 

oh on a side note.... i am still in an identity crisis... 

P.S this is not really me writing this post

still groaning over the loss of character

i am lost.... seriously... here is where i begin my rant.

I think i have been too attached to my character that by the end of literature night, I have lost my sense of myself. It may take awhile before i regain my former senses. It is as though my heart has been torn out... haiz so drama... 

I think i lost part of myself.... AHHHHHH!!! 

i can't go on anymore... sigh ... why why ... 

It is finally over...a Goodbye to Lysander ...

Being a performer is not easy, especially one who is really emotionally attached to his character. It is like loosing a loved one (hint hint). So Goodbye Lysander farewell noble character. 

Lets get on with business 

Today, the GALA night, it was ... THE day. AHHHHHH the gods must be crazy 

anyway I thought i did a swell job. Remembering lines, cursing, swearing, dancing and all that, splendid. 

But a pity, indeed a pity to say good bye to a friend, a foe, a nemesis, my other half, me, Lysander. good bye Old friend. 

P.S.  I sound like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde ....  sigh .... 

just a short post ... on the events of my ... rather complicated life. 

now ... let it snow ??

yes i have been away for ages ... Yes the second ice age has approached the humble villages and billions are hiding from this perpetual cold.

Anyway whining aside, here back is the next part of the literature post that I am putting up. 

Now, Where have i seen her before ? 

Literature is something like connect the dots

3 main things to remember, PRACTICE, PATTERN, RECOGNITION 

There is no such thing as a wholly original work of Literature 

History is story as well ( some history is fiction ) 

So now i will make a large sweeping and totally ignoring the works of all previous authors living or dead 

THERE IS ONLY ONE STORY ...EVER !!!!!

Stories grow from other stories

as we read any story, we must be able to achieve the AHA!!! factor as we analyze the text 

Dialogue between old and new texts is always ongoing (intertextuality) 

this will bring in layers into the text, characters, to have their own characters. 

THis is the key ...ONCE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ,,, THE REST IS EASY. 

 

If it is square, It's a sonnet

Well as the brighter of you may perceive, i have been away for awhile. 

so to get over and done with this cruddy thing... Here goes: 

Sonnets , 14 lines 

common ever since the Renaissance 

No other poem is so versatile and ubiquitous and agreeable as the sonnet 

Geometry of the poem, square like 

READ the poem first, BEFORE any stylistic analysis

images, and the musicality of the language, idea, content, wordplay 

Sonnet - merely a form 

2 MAIN TYPES - Pentrachan and Shakespearean 

PENTACHAN 

rhyme scheme that ties the octave (8) together followed by a sestet (6) 

and if you are really poor in maths yes that is 14 lines 

SHAKESPEAREAN 

divided into quatrains and  there is a rhyming couplet at the end 

Count how many sentences there are in the poem

often it follows the basic pattern of 8/6 : leaving us to 2 sentences 

POEMS- Arranged in lines, written in sentences 

Blank Sonnet - unrhyming lines

MAIN POINT : READ FIRST DISSECT LATER !!!!

So... Poetry is rather simple... if your brain is slightly warped like most lit students are. 

Sign off... Botti