A man takes the throne through force, and finds himself faced with rebellion and dissent. His son is off getting drunk and playing pranks, not the most inspiring of offspring. What is a King to do? Recruit his disreputabel son of course to defeat the hero of England whose turned against him. Full of political intiruge, drunken jokes, and epic battles. Henry IV Part 1 is a conflicting mixture of confusion and hilarity. We have three differing locations and time set ups, that of comedic time, hitorical time, and epic time, and they all work and combat each other to craft a surprisingly entertaining if not utterly baffeling tale.
In William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, after four lovers have been led on a chase of confusion and misconstrued love by the actions of a meddling fairy king, and magical flower with the ability to make one fall in love with the first thing they see, they are discovered asleep in a meadow by the Duke of Athens, Theseus. When they relate their strange tale to the Duke, he finds himself unable to believe the reality of the fantastical tale they share, and he talks of this inability to comprehend it with his new wife Hippolyte. In his speech he goes on to explain how the lunatic, the lover, and the poet all have overactive imaginations, seeing the world through eyes clouded but different ailments, be it madness, love, or creativity. All of these things construe the way reality is interpreted, taking things of simple origin and attempting to make them into something greater, something magical. Continue reading ““The lunatic, the lover and the poet;” Reason Concerning Fantasy”
The girls choices: death, a loveless marriage, or a nunnery, so Hermia of course choses the most sensible option run off into the forest with your totally hot boyfriend. Before she leaves however she tells her good friend, Helena, who is in love with the man Hermia is supposed to marry, of her plans. So Helena hoping to win the heart of Demetrius who is in love with Hermia, tells him his lady crush has run off into the forest with her man crush. I mean if I want a man to love me I’ll try to help him stop his love from escaping with hers. Did you follow all of that? Obviously Shakespeare can set up a plot thats only choice is to result in hilarious endeavors and thats before he introduces the fairies and the flower that makes you fall in love with the first thing you see. Continue reading “Love and Reason may keep little company but Humor is their closest companion: A Review of A Midsummer’s Night Dream”
In honor of my 1 year blogiversary I am going to (like an arrogant sod) add my voice to the many who have discussed, commented, and analyzed the work of the prolific William Shakespeare. The next month(s) will be full of literary analysis and if I have the time and inclination little reviews of each play I have had the chance to read about. I am really excited to have a themed month(s) because for some weird ass reason I adore themes. So get ready for a whole bunch of Shakespeare and some probably sassy reviews. (Sorry for any possible blasphemy Shakespeare I do adore you) You can look forward to A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Henry IV Part 1, Hamlet, Twlefth Night, and Othello. (Expect reviews on mondays and anaylsisi on wednesdays, most fo the time) If you want to get an extra start on all the Shakespeare goodness check out my post, Not Merely “Two lovely berries molded on one stem”
Everyone! I did it, by some miracle unknown to me! I did it! I maintained my blog for an entire year! One full year of content which equals 95 blog posts! Can you believe it! Continue reading “Month(s) of Shakespeare + My 1 Year blogiversary”
How are you all doing? Good I hope. If you haven’t notice of late you have been inundated with a whole bunch of literary analysis and short stories and not much else. I hope you haven’t minded, I have been swamped with work, decided to help a friend out and lets just say my free time shrunk to zilch, and in the little free time I had I was dedicated to literary analysis something about that is way to much fun to me. So expect more to be coming I was thinking of maybe doing a month of Shakespeare in the future if that sounds good to you guys. Anyway the point is this next month I plan on reviving my book reviews which I also dearly love, you might see some new MALCOLM chapters and I will be participating in the 2018 June Comment Challenge. The two lovely hosts are: Lonna @ FLYLēF and Alicia @ A Kernel of Nonsense. I have never participated in this challenge before and I am excited to be a part of it.
paper stained with ink.
a transfer of consciousness.
Will all the words in my heart ever reach paper?
Will the worlds in me head ever grow quite?
Offer me peace?
I hope not.
Full of astonishing, powerful images, John Donne’s work is a unique blend of wit and passion. In a time full of political strife and religious prejudice, Donne struggled to find his place in society. Born into a Catholic family in a time where England had converted to Protestantism he was faced with prejudice and resentment. At every turn he faced prejudice and persecution, so he did the only sensible thing if he wished to survive, he converted to the English Church. Unfortunately the security this offered, soon escaped him when he fell in love with his employer’s daughter and secretly married her. Cast out once again from society and financial security, he struggle to care for his ever growing family. Tragedy struck when his wife died, leaving him alone and heartbroken with twelve children. Wishing to care for his family Donne works tirelessly to reinserted himself into the favor of society, striving to gain a patronage. He is unable to do so and finally consents to an ecclesiastical career that King James wished upon him. Donne rose to the occasion and became a well loved and well received preacher. Donne’s works reflect the diversity and struggle of his life, full of changing perspectives and emotions.
His mouth thick with blood, the floor cool beneath his face.
Do as he was told.
A tall imposing figure over him, knuckles stained with his blood.
Follow the rules.
He could see his mother’s eyes, pale in contrast to her dark bruises.
The smell of fear nearly choked out the stench of blood and stale beer.
He was worth nothing.
His mother’s thin arms wrapped around him, dragging him to her heaving chest.
Love was conditional.
In a moment of distraction she escaped.
Classics are stories that have captured the minds and hearts of readers for generations. Their names, their characters, become engrained into our very culture. Whether someone has watched the movie or read the text, the name Frankenstein is known to the vast majority of our society. It conjures pictures of a hulking green monster, lightning filled sky and mad scientists holed up in labs. Despite the inaccuracy of some of these images, the idea of Frankenstein remains the same; a scientist desperately creating a monster from dead parts and bringing it to life. In Shelley’s time, Paradise Lost was one of these classics, and Shelley used its existence and characters to enhance her own work. Due to people’s preconceived knowledge, certain assumptions and connections can be drawn from the use of Paradise Lost in the text. Andrew Green in his work, “Intertextuality in Frankenstein: the influence of Paradise Lost and ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’” comments “Shelley draws in detail on Milton’s great poem, using its main characters to represent or parallel the situations of her own protagonist” (1). These parallels allow for an even deeper understanding of the motivations and personalities of the characters. In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the relation and reference to the creation mythos adds depth to a fantastic story. Victor has been compared to God and the creature his Adam, however, based on textual evidence, Mary Shelley placed the creature not in the role of Adam bur the of Stan from Paradise Lost, still one of God’s creations
Ell’s lips twisted in annoyance, as red and blue lights flashed behind her, the siren letting out a piercing wail. She grumbled loudly as she quickly decelerated pulling onto the shoulder of the road. Pursing her lips, she rolled her window down, tapping her wheel impatiently.
The crunch of boots on gravel quickly reached her, and she turned with a forced smile.
“License and registration, ma’am?”
“Oh shit, Cooper! I thought it was a real cop.”
“Oh no, just me,” he said bitingly, though his eyes twinkled with good humor, as he stuck his thumbs into his belt loops. Continue reading “Speed Another Day”