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Imagery: The work of one who makes images or visible representation of objects; imitation work; images in general, or in mass. ``Painted imagery.'' --Shak.

Denotation: The literal or dictionary definition of a word. Denotation contrasts with connotation.

Connotation
Irony-verbal, situatuional, dramatic
Sarcasm-
Metaphor
Symbol
Allegory
Paradox
Overstatement
Understatement
Allusion
Rone
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Internal rime
Slant rime
End rime
Approximate rime
Refrain
Meter
Iamb
Trochee
Anapest
Dactyl
Spondee
Monosyllabic foot
Line
Stanza
Cacophony
Caesura
Enjabment
Onomatopoeia
Imagery: The work of one who makes images or visible representation of objects; imitation work; images in general, or in mass. ``Painted imagery.'' --Shak.

Denotation: The literal or dictionary definition of a word. Denotation contrasts with connotation.

Connotation
Irony-verbal, situatuional, dramatic
Sarcasm-
Metaphor
Symbol
Allegory
Paradox
Overstatement
Understatement
Allusion
Rone
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Internal rime
Slant rime
End rime
Approximate rime
Refrain
Meter
Iamb
Trochee
Anapest
Dactyl
Spondee
Monosyllabic foot
Line
Stanza
Cacophony
Caesura
Enjabment
Onomatopoeia

what the thunder said (322-358)

What the thunder said- the first section (lines 322-358)

Links to the previous poem: Elliot uses a few different motifs throughout his poem, and most of these are included in the closing chapter. The color red and rocks relates back to the red rock, which was the only shelter. Also is the lack of water, symbolic of religious belief or faith. Furthermore, the barren landscape the speaker appears in lacks all form of love or compassion, it is strictly harsh and forbidding-a wasteland.
The first paragraph of the section is all remembering the tragic loss of a city or sacred place; this also ties into the last half of this section. “Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London” It says that after the war has been fought, and the silence falls over the ruined city, and after the prisons has been destroyed. The thunder is plains or artillery of some kind shelling the ruins. Everyone is already dead, those who are left, are simply dying with patience, this line is hilarious.
The second paragraph refers to the lack of water, and the abundance of rock. Mountains and mountains of rock, but without water. By making the connection that water is a symbol of faith and religion, perhaps rock is a symbol of everything earthly and meaningless. Such as money, technology, and the infrastructure we surround ourselves with. Red is again used in the paragraph to describe the faces sneering from beneath “mud cracked houses” mud of course cracks when it looses all of its water. This is a great image of how society crumbles without fate.
The third set is in my opinion the most interesting in the entire poem. Elliot uses the sound of the words to attempt to create a drip dropping patter with words. The words are that of someone seeing a shimmering mirage among the craggy rocks, rushing toward it only to realize his folly. He again refers to the cicada from earlier paragraphs, retaining his flower motif.

i got the blues... deh nah ner nah nah

MICKEY GUESS WHAT THIS POEM IS ABOUT!!!
Woke up this morning, at the crack o dawn
Woke up this morning ate my gruel at dawn
Foreman Tom say the 23 of us got-a mow the lawn

Sally got me high, she let me scape my chains
Sally made a man fly, like he could break his chains
Sally was a woman who had heart and brains

Couldn’t sleep well, got a hole in my cot
Couldn’t sleep well, I got rats in the cot
I coulda gone out side, but like sally id get shot

But Sally ran at sunset, and they shot her dead
But Sally fled at sunset, got her now she’s dead
Sally had no rats or holes, I could take her bed
I hope I get the extra dish, for that 23rd head

Paradox: A paradox can be an apparently true statement or group of statements that leads to a contradiction or a situation which defies intuition; or it can be, seemingly opposite, an apparent contradiction that actually expresses a non-dual truth (cf. Koan)

Example: Aesop tells the tale of a traveler who sought refuge with a Satyr on a bitter winter night. On entering the Satyrs lodging, he blew on his fingers, and was asked by the Satyr why he did it. "to warm them up" he explained. Later, on being served a piping-hot bowl of porridge, he blew also on it, and again was asked why he did it. "too cool it off" he explained. The Satyr thereupon thrust him out of doors, for he would have nothing to do with a man who could blow hot and cold with the same breath.

Function: Aesop uses this paradox to reinforce a humorous tone in a story. It would seem impossible to anyone who is un-educated to blow hot and cold in one breath, so the use of a paradox also criticizes the intelligence of the Satyr. The paradox also forces you to think about why it can be true and untrue at the same time, in ways that perhaps you never have before.

failure

Failure?

Society shackled tongue avoids me
Woe, I was beaten before I began
God Damn it, I can Not write po’etry

To these pale lips comes no irony
Always, a road more taken kind of man
Society shackled tongue avoids me

Faced with Form, ghastly tone or imagery
I should have kissed the river, or ran
God Damn it, I can Not write po’etry

Rhythm escapes me, rhyme I can not see
Artistic allusions fill just this hand
Society shackled tongue avoids me

Impossible to write poetically
To those stupid few who say that I can
Society Shackled tongue avoids me
God Damn it, I can Not write (good) po’etry

This villanelle form poem is about over coming doubt in your life.

Sestina

This is the story of a frenchman, who hated the English, mocked those who would call for peace, and lived (and died) fighting. He's also a misogynist, calling those who do not fight "fit only to rot in womanish peace" the worst fate he can imagine. He calls the men around him cowards, daring them to raise an army and fight with him against "the leopard". He is almost suicidal in his quest for war, this man must have lost much or done something terrible in order to want death so badly.
In the the fifth sextet? he describes his hate for Richard The Lionheart, who is famous for his valiant quests and leading the third crusade. Mayhaps one of the reasons this man hates the english so much is that he is a muslim, and had his home or family destroyed by the christian crussades. Gods are mentioned throughout the poem, including "through all the riven skies God's sword's clash"
The Sestina is ironically appropriate for this poem, as the ending tercet is much shorter than the sestets? that mostly compose this poem, perhaps this is because he dies here. Not in the glorious manner he had wished, but he is put to death for attempting to stir up trouble.

Macchu Picchu

The Heights of Macchu Picchu III, the story of the decimation of the Incan people in their capital city of Macchu Picchu. The irony is heights usually implies greatness, or happiness, not only because Macchu Picchu is at the top of a mountain. The city of Macchu Picchu was the home of the priests, and government officials of the Incan people, but was abandoned as they fled the decimation wrought by European conquistadors. Among the devastation brought from europe was disease, specifically malaria which was carried from africa with the slaves. The Incan people had no immunities to this airborne threat, they became infected and died like flies. Leaving Macchu Picchu to remain undiscovered until 1911, hundreds of years after the spanish conquistadors rule.
"A tiny death with coarse wings" refers to the mosquitos that brought the disease to the Incan's. The opening tercet speaks of the suffering which is ocuring in the capital city, it was morally crushing to see your family and friend succumb to the viscous disease and die a painful death. The last line closes with much the same attitude, "everybody lost heart, anxiously waiting for death". THe grinding bad luck of every day was due to the fact that they could not possibly avoid being bitten by mosquitos in the jungle, and they had to go about their daily buisiness in order to survive. They could only pray that their attacker did not carry the deadly disease.


Or it could be about slaves

English sonnet or shakespearean(i can NOT spell that)
a sonnet consisting three quatrains and a concluding couplet in iambic pentameter with the rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg

Ittalian or Petrarchean sonnet
a sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba, followed by a sestet with the rhyme pattern cdecde or cdcdcd

Allusion: a figure of speech, reference/representation of/to a well-known person, place, event, literary work, or work of art. M.H. Abrams defined allusion as "a brief reference, explicit or indirect, to a person, place or event, or to another literary work or passage"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. (1)
Functioon: This section is added to The Love of Alfred Prufrock, it comes from Dante's Divine comedy, which is the story of a mans journey into hell, purgatory, and then heaven. T.S. Elliot included this exerpt perhaps to clue us into what torment the speaker is in. EH is faced with a terrible fate. roughly translated it says, If I thought that that I was replying to someone who would ever return to the world, this flame would cease to flicker. But since no one ever returns from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy." It gives a gloomy feel to the poem, and anticipation for what will come.

punk

ok, stick with me here
punk pantoum is the story of a rebelious teenager (no way right?), but thats the last normalcy youll find. The boy is being beeten by his father, who does not understand his sons rebelious ways. (last weeks ochre bruise) The family is very well off, Eutaw Place is a historic district in Baltimore, and the family owned horses. He is upset, so he starts talking to his girlfriend about how he will kill one of his fathers horses to get his revenge. She calms him down though, and he sees that she is right, he was overreacting, he thanks her by reminding her of the time they metat the flower market, they were both high (eating Sandoz oranges). Sandoz is a company that makes drugs. As for the razor, maybe they're just into some kinky sex? None of my buisness.
ps. theres some connection between tracks and horses, but i cant put my finger on it.

Allusion: a figure of speech, reference/representation of/to a well-known person, place, event, literary work, or work of art. M.H. Abrams defined allusion as "a brief reference, explicit or indirect, to a person, place or event, or to another literary work or passage"

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. (1)

Function: MUST GO TO LUNCH>>> SEE LATER ENTRY

rage rage that gentle night

Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Villanelle form is uses not only repetition to drill certain lines into your cerebellum, but also uses a constant rhyme scheme, in which the first and last lines of each tercet always rhyme. This rhyme scheme represents the beginning, the unimportant middle, and the grand finale, which is where the bedridden father lays. The poem represents a child who kneels at his fathers bedside, unable to let go even though his dad has lived a good life. He descends from the wise men, to the good men, to the wild men, to the grave men, and eventually to his father, so perhaps his father did not lead such a spectacular life after all. He describes how each type of man goes into the night, yet they always say either "do not go gentle into that good night" or "Rage rage against the dying of the light" the fact that both of these lines are used in his fathers paragraph is a good indication that his father did not survive his illness.

Imagery: Imagery is descriptive language that evokes sensory experience (in any or all sense modes), and is intended to make the reader feel more interested and more emotionally involved in the work by creating a mental image of the subject.

example: after apple-picking
"Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend."

In after apple picking, the speaker is done with his life's work of apple picking, whether you interpret this as an allegory for being done with his life's work is your own opinion. in either case, he uses fine tuned imagery to describe what he believes he will dream once he finally gets his sleep. He uses the sense of touch and sight to evoke an ache in ones soles, and an intimate connection with the apples. By evoking similar emotions to what he is feeling, the speaker attempts to let you see through his eyes and walk in his shoes.

toneage

Robert Frost- The Telephone
When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said?'

This poem is confusing for such a short and un-complex poem. Taken literally it would appear to be the poem of a madman who is hearing voices. I looked further into this poem, and believe that in fact this poem is a criticism of the use of the telephone, that the use of telephones are not as special as face to face conversations. Furthermore, there is more room for mis-interpretation when using a telephone, and this piece is the description of one of these such interpretations.
When read in this way the mocking of the telephone users (possibly lovers) becomes almost comical and the madness is less apparent.

John Donne- The flea
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

This is my favorite poem....EVER.
THe poem begins in a pleading but intelligent manner, instead of convincing his girlfriend to have sex with him by wooing her, he has decided to use logic to convince her that it is not only what he wants, but it is actually the morally right thing to do. He speaks of how the tick has already shared their fluids, as they would in sex, and so it is not big deal. The situational iron is unmistakeable in the poem, used to create a hilarious masterpiece. Yet in the end, he is almost frustrated at his determined advances rejection. The speaker begins to use words like "cruel" and "guilty" i believe in a desperate attempt to satisfy himself through guilt-tripping his girlfriend. the poem descends from the light teasing and nagging comical boyfriend, to the jealous, angry, frustrated, future ex-boyfriend.

John Wakeman- Love in Brooklyn
"I love you, Horowitz," he said, and blew his nose.
She splashed her drink. "The hell you say," she said.
"Not love. You don't love me. You like my legs,
and how I make your letters nice and all.
You drank your drink too fast. You don't love me."
"You wanna bet?" he asked. "You wanna bet?
I loved you from the day they moved you up
from Payroll, last July. I watched you, right?
You sat there on that typing chair you have
and swung round like a kid. It made me shake.
Like once, in World War II, I saw a tank
slide through some trees at dawn like it was a god.
That's how you make me feel. I don't know why."
She turned towards him, then sat back and grinned,
and on the bar stool swung full circle round.
"You think I'm like a tank, you mean?" she asked.
"Some fellers tell me nicer things than that."
But then she saw his face and touched his arm
and softly said, "I'm only kidding you."
He ordered drinks, the same again, and paid.
A fat man, wordless, staring at the floor.
She took his hand in hers and pressed it hard.
And his plump fingers trembled in her lap.

Love In Brooklyn, this poem describes a couple going through hard times. The woman jests that her man does not love him, but the man in fact does. To prove his love describes her in a way that only a man who loved her could but instead of taking such wonderful flattery, she pokes fun at him again. He trembles then at the thought of her leaving him.
The poem changes tone again. Originating with a sense of nasty uncivilized fighting (naturally in brooklyn) but then leading up to an almost sad sweetness. As the man relates his girlfriend to a tank, he seems completely taken with her, absolutely helpless, even though she accuses him of only wanting her for sex. yet in the end, she holds his hand and they order drinks, it appears that the couple will work their problems out, a story of making up. THis was at great contrast with the flea and its tale of the couple breaking up.

The Grindstone by Robert Frost
Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone
To get it anywhere that I can see.
These hands have helped it go, a
nd even race;Not all the motion,
though, they ever lent,
Not all tke miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the starting place.
It stands beside the same old apple tree.
The shadow of the apple tree is thin
Upon it now its feet as fast in snow.
All other farm machinery's gone in,
And some of it on no more legs and wheel
Than the grindstone can boast to stand or go.
(I'm thinking chiefly of the wheelbarrow.)
For months it hasn't known the taste of steel
Washed down with rusty water in a tin..
But standing outdoors hungry, in the cold,
Except in towns at night is not a sin.
And> anyway, it's standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And someone mounted on it rode it hard
And he and I between us ground a blade
.I gave it the preliminary spin
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gaily jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
He turned on will-power to increase the load
And slow me down -- and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
I changed from hand to hand in desperation.
I wondered what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
'For all I knew it may have sharpened spears
And arrowheads itself. Much use.for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate;
(But I forgive it now as easily
As any other boyhood enemy
Whose pride has failed to get him anywhere).
I wondered who it was the man thought ground-
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?·
I wondered if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Such were the bitter thoughts to which I turned.
Not for myself was I so much concernedOh no --
Although, of course, I could have found
A better way to pass the afternoon
Than grinding discord out of a grindstone,
And beating insects at their gritty tune.
Nor was I for the man so much concerned.
Once when the grindstone almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
So far from caring,I laughed inside,
and only cranked the faster
(It ran as if it wasn't greased but glued);
I'd welcome any moderate disaster
That might be calculated to postpone
What evidently nothing could conclude.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting precious blade.
And when he raised it dripping once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there a danger of a turn too much?
Mightn't we make it worse instead of better?
I was for leaving something to the whettot.
What if it wasn't all it should be?
I'dBe satisfied if he'd be satisfied.