Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sestina Response

Anna Cantwell
Mrs. Jernigan
AP English Lit
29 March 2011
Sestina Response
I found Florence Cassen Mayers’ “All-American Sestina” an intriguing contemporary poem. With form and structure as particular as the sestina, one cannot help but pick apart, piece by piece, a poem like this one. Her sestina is sequential, compiling like a snowball hurtling down an icy slope. References to things like baseball (America’s so-called pastime), “two-car garages” (symbolizing America’s rampant materialism), Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg address (epitomizing America’s pride), Bud light (the beer of America), and countless other popular cultural, historical, and patriotic references. Even in the scant amount of words that Mayers’ utilizes, I can taste the slightest hints of bitterness and cynicism.
I can’t help but wonder how the author provides such a holistic picture of an entire nation in such a small amount of words. This fragmented view is like a meal of tapas—little tastes of the highs and lows of many cuisines. This mirrors the nature of America, a motley melting pot of races, religions, cultures, ethnicities, lifestyles, and worldviews. The freedom in her speech, perhaps, celebrates the freedoms we have been given to virtually speak and act as we choose.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Poetry Response- villanelle

Anna Cantwell
Mrs. Jernigan
AP English Lit
22 March 2011
“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”
Dylan Thomas’ villanelle entitled “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” boasts the sharp dichotomy between peace and violence. The rhyme scheme and repetition of the 5 tercets and single quatrain provide fluency that lulls the reader into a tranquil state. The content, however, strays far from serene.
The second line of the poem reads, “Old age should burn and rage at close of day,” painting a perplexing picture of, perhaps, an elderly man with belly-button high trousers and starched short-sleeved collared shirt and enormous bifocals poised to pounce upon death himself. The first stanza introduces the two phrases that will be repeated throughout the poem, which include the following: “Do not go gentle into that good night” and “rage, rage against the dying of the light”. Thomas’ diction savors strongly of physical ferocity; he uses words like “rage,” “curse,” “fierce,” and “blaze”.
The second stanza speaks to those men who have gained wisdom in their time on earth. They know when their time comes, yet still the instincts of survival triumph over intellect. The next stanza tells of good men, who realize how insignificant their deeds were, and they, too, rage against their fading lives. Even the grave men’s eyes “blaze like meteors” in the face of death.
Thomas speaks to his true meaning in the final stanza—his own father battles death and Thomas doesn’t wish to let go. He cries a final refrain, writing, “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” The punctuation here symbolizes Thomas’ adamant nature; his words switch from caveat to command.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Poetry Response- ODE

Anna Cantwell
Mrs. Jernigan
AP English Lit
8 March 2011
Ode to a Nightingale
John Keats' poem “Ode to a Nightingale” epitomizes the style of a brooding, lyrical ode. It barely mentions, much less dwells on a sing-song bird—instead he harps on a much more complex topic. The narrator begins describing his heavy heart, laden with the burden and drudgery of life on Earth. Like any addict, he has numbed himself to the outside world; his senses are as though they have been dulled by drugs (opiates) and poison (hemlocks). Yet still, in his benumbed state, his ear recognizes a sweet harmony from the trees that sings in an utterly carefree passion. Keats salutes this bird and envies its talent of loosing the yoke of day to day anxiety.
The drama only heightens in the second stanza, as he cries, “That I might drink, and leave the world unseen”. This statement coupled with a disturbingly intricate description of alcohol suggest that maybe this person's trouble doesn't lie in worry, but in alcoholism. His desire, however, isn't a bit of bubbly or a dark draught. He only wishes to “fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget”. Here the reader can see that this poem represents much more than the exhortation of a bird. Keats challenges the reader with an intriguing thought—are we all an addict to something?
The third stanza speaks similarly to “Nothing Gold Can Stay”; beauty cannot stay beautiful forever, and new love will lose its luster. He employs mythological allusion to expand his theories further. Bacchus, the Roman god of wine, and his counterparts (presumably drinks) cannot take the narrator to a place anew with drunkenness, for all that will accomplish is numbing the pain. Later he glorifies death, especially as he returns, emotionally, to a place of deep depression. He calls the nightingale “immortal,” and in that it appears that he has found the truth—earnest joy will set you free. Circumstances may change and trials will surely come, but one cannot dwell on the worst, but must affix his eyes on the best.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Anna Cantwell
Mrs. Jernigan
AP English Lit
1 March 2011
“Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind”
Shakespeare addresses several aspects of the dreary English winter with a ironically cheery sonnet, departing from his signature sonnet form. First, he speaks to the wind, urging it on in its lofty pursuit of chilling lowly beings. Through his personification of the wind and metaphor, Shakespeare unravels the elements of wind itself, including its “tooth,” rude “breath”, and winter gust. The first stanza is a battle between physical and emotional—Shakespeare recognizes the winds bitter breath, but cedes to the deeper sting of ingratitude and man's stinginess. The rhyme scheme (a-a-b-c-c-b) materializes this warring notion. His final verdict rests; because we cannot see wind, it cannot hurt us as badly as, perhaps, a vengeful act or biting word, may. Yet, this begs the question, are those entities seen either?
The next quatrain is one of transition. It barely contains any words at all. The four lines epitomize Shakespeare's classic character of the wise fool—perhaps someone skipping along, humming a diddy, but all the while screaming a double entendre: “Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly.” This piece of sage advice thrust amongst jolly “heigh-ho”s provides the volta (or turn) of the sonnet.
Shakespeare ends with a a sextet with rhyme scheme identical to the first (a-a-b-c-c-b) and refrain of the middle quatrain. He, again, addresses the “bitter sky”, compelling it to continue with its freezing, because despite the lowest degree of temperature, no snowflake nor icicle could wound one worse than “benefits forgot” or a “friend remembered not.”