Soliloquy #4. Act 2, scene 1.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecat's off'rings; and wither'd Murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,


Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

A bell rings.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Do I see a dagger in front of me? Its handle is towards my hand. Let me hold it, Im not holding it, but I still see it. Is my vision off, am I able to touch it and see it? Or are you a hallucination of a dagger, from a fevered mind? I see it, as I see my dagger (He's holding his dagger up to the hallucination). You're pointing me the way I was going, and you are what I am going to use ( pointing to Duncan's bedroom, going to kill him with that dagger) 


My eyes are now weak compared to my other senses, if not are as good as the rest of my senses. I see the dagger still, and now on the blade is drenched in blood, which was not there before. There's no such thing. I am seeing what the blade will look like after I kill Duncan.


The world will be half of what it is, nature seems dead, and nightmares waken you from your sleep. Witchcraft will come from the goddess of magic. The wolves will howl an alarm who are keeping watch. Tarquin's enchanting strides towards him, moves like a ghost. I beg that the Earth does not hear my steps, or know where I'm going. I fear that the stones can speak and know where I am, and take the silence in the dead of night. While I'm thinking about killing him, he's alive, speaking of killing him makes me not want to kill him anymore. I'll go to kill him, so it will be done, the bell invites me. Don't hear the bell Duncan, for it is the death bell that will take you to heaven or to hell.

Soliloquy # 3 Act 1 Scene 7.

MACBETH:
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd
Chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off; 20
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th'other.




If I have to kill him, it's better that it's done quickly. If the assasination could prevent all the consequences, then it will be-all and end-all. But here in this time we would skip our after life. In this case we still have judgment, we are taught to kill by the king, and are being taught to kill the king. This even justice praises the quality of our poison we are about to drink (Justice would think it's good that we are about to kill Duncan. That Macbeth deserves to be king, that the king's death would be justice for any wrong-doings Duncan did.) I am stuck in a difficult place, I am trusted by the king in two ways at this point, first as his kinsman and a subject of his ruling power, any other person like me would be against killing him. Second, I am his host, who should protect the King of a killer, not be the killer myself. Duncan has made his power so weak, has been so clear in his ruling that his courage will plead like strong angels against the killing. Will make us feel pity, like a new born baby. The news of killing the king will be spread around to everyone like it was floating in the wind, and that tears will stop the wind. I have no reason to kill the king (Nothing against him) only my ambition to be king myself, which overpowers any reason and falls on the other side of wanting to be king myself.

In this he is making the decision to kill the king because he wants to be king, not for any dislike for the king.

Looking At Emotion

Happy
emotions venture to an upbeat state
a smile upon your sun struck mouth
rosy cheeks and eyes so bright
one to other and back again

nothing
empty, emotionless, lost in space
mouth is straight and boring
eyes are dazed and start to close
others can not change it.

Sad
broken feelings flooding fast
tongue is dry and chin is shaking
flowing eyes filled with pain
one could have produced this.

Angry
quick is blame and always nasty
loud mouth words are spewing
eyebrows arched an evil way
others give and receive it.

Alone analysis

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.




Alone - isolated, unique, solitary, unequaled. This has meaning to what is in the poem. During Edgar's childhood, he had to deal with many different challenges. I think what started all of the hardships was his parents dieing when before he turned three. From there, he was made to live with a tobacco merchant, and his siblings had went to live somewhere else. His brother died at an early age where he would have became a poet. This is just the start of the terrible things that happen to Edgar Allan Poe.


In my childhood, I wasn't like the others, I didn't have the same views as the other children. We didn't have any common passions or interests. I didn't feel sad or happy the same way they did. No one loved what I loved. The beginning of my childhood was the start of my terrible life. What happened later in my childhood (not fitting in) was drawn from good and bad. It's a mystery that I still don't understand. I don't understand the heavy rain or fountains, how there's a red cliff on the mountain, the sun rolls across my sky, how it looks like gold in the fall. How lightning flies through the sky, and how a demon(hardship/challenge) was placed before me when the other part of my life was alright (before my parents died).

Edgar Allan Poe Biography

Edgar Allan Poe was born in 1809. In this time period many countries were fighting for independence such as Mexico, Greece, Chile, and Peru. When Edgar Allan Poe was no more than three his parents had died and he was made to live with a tobacco merchant in Richmond. Poe's two siblings had went to live with other families. His sister became a school teacher and his brother was a poet until his early death. He went to a school while living in England for five years. At just 13 he had enough poems to publish a book but was advised against it. He moved back to america with the Allans from 1821-1825. 
In 1826 he went to Virginia University, but was overcome with debt. He took up gambling to try to win money back but ended up losing most of his money.  He was so in debt that he burned his furniture to keep warm. He purposely failed out of university and went back home. He had a fight with John Allen because Edgar claimed he didn't give him enough money for university expenses. Allen was upset with Edgar because he spent all of his money gambling. When Edgar got to Richmond, he realized that when he was away his fiancée married another man. He then enlisted in the army in 1827. France Allan dies in 1829. Edgar is discharged from the army a month after her death.  He moves to Baltimore and lives with his aunt and her daughter in 1831. Edgar falls in love with her daughter ( his 13 year old cousin, Virginia) and marries her in 1836. In 1834, John Allan dies, and leaves Edgar out of his will.  In 1847, his wife dies, and he becomes ill. 1849, he gets engaged to the same women that married another man in his absence. He dies the same year, after he is found delirious and unconscience in Baltimore. 

After Edgar meets his cousin he publishes the poem " To Helen". To Helen talks about how beautiful a women is, this could be referring to Virginia, or his aunt who took him in when he was so poor. The poem "Annabel Lee" could be thought to be about Virginia and her death. It's about a young love and about how a cool wind came in and killed her. Edgar and Virginia fell in love when they were young, and Edgar married Virginia when she was 13. This is seen in his poem "Annabel Lee". 

#1PoetryAssignment-Inching Closer to the Assumed Truth

Stepping across the unreal river
grass has never made this home
time will pass and grow to falter
child's play is still anew

What can bring this to a norm
to make this not the same
not for pageant or for fair
just to let then go

Unknown faces make their way
through realized dreams they had.
seems still waiting for the time
making it unfold

Hurry now as time will fade
now is in a fresh new sight
finding only shelter will
increase their fame

Making shadows on the wall
imagine they can speak
for as you know they are to you
more real than the river

If time will falter
and dreams be made
hope will reach there soon
but until now they never knew
its just a game to play

Soliloquoy #2. Act 1, scene 5

 

The raven himself is hoarse  

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 40 

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits 

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,  

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full  

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;  

Stop up the access and passage to remorse, 

 That no compunctious visitings of nature 

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between  

The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,

And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,  

Wherever in your sightless substances 50 

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, 

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, 

 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,  
 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,  

 To cry 'Hold, hold!'

 

 

Even the birds are sore and croak because they know Duncan is going to die in my castle. Some spirits and fill me with cruelty I need to be able to kill the king. Make me tough, stop myself from feeling remorse and guilt. That nature's guilt can not make me not want to do what I intend or put guilt between the murder and the consequences.  Murdering ministers, make my woman breast milk parasitic. You wait for mischief. I wait for night, make my murder's knife not see what it murders or let heaven look at what I do and tell me to stop.  

A Trip to The Zoo - A Child's Poem

I took a trip to the zoo,
To see a deer or kangaroo.
When I saw one hop about,
I asked it how it had got out.
It was jumping over walls,
good thing there were no waterfalls.
When it jumped way up high,
I thought it would land in the sky

Monkey see, and monkey do,
they were jumping around too.
We were screaming in delight.
Parents were yelling in their fright.
"Follow it!", someone said.
"It took my hat right off my head"
We ran around and chased him down.
We stopped when he was at a clown.

The clown was blowing up balloons,
while dancing to some funky tunes.
No one knew what to do.
We all just stared at the kangaroo,
He was dancing and I knew,
This is now my favorite zoo.

For a Stone Girl at Sanchi Analysis

Background Information on Gary Snyder:
- poor by the great depression 

- moved twice before age 7

- was bed-ridden for four months, learned to read and read more books than anyone his age.

- became interested in Native Americans

- only lived with his mother from 1942 (12)

- published first poems in a student journal.

- studied and has a degree in anthropology 

- involvement in environmental issues

- worked as a naturalist

- work reflects Buddhist spirituality 

- Sanchi is a location with Buddhist monuments.

For a Stone Girl at Sanchi. In Sanchi, there are figures of women carved from stone. These figures (Yakshi) represent fertility and the Indian image of feminine beauty. He could be writing this poem about finding his perfect woman. He could be interested in finding a perfect woman because his parents divorced when he was younger. If he had decided to have children he doesn't want them to go through that. He had a wife, but then had a divorce, and his second wife passed away from cancer. Gary and his first wife had two children. His second wife had 3 children from her past marriage. It's unknown if he fathered them, but given his circumstances, I think he would have taken on the role of being a father figure to them. He doesn't want them to go through his pain of not having a "full family" or of feelings of nonacceptance or non-approval.

He's sleeping on the grass outside in Sanchi, he can hear the rain falling on the trees around him. He's out in the night sky, on the spinning world. Comparing the world to the universe or space, it's tiny. Going by at the speed of light, the world isn't seen. To us, the world is huge, but if you look at the bigger picture, it's smaller than half a grain of sand.

"An old rock weathered funny" could represent the passing of time. The monuments in Sanchi are old and have damage done to the stone from rain and wind. "Old tree trunks turned stone", the tree trunks have been there for so long that it's almost as if they're stone and could pose difficult to remove or change.

"loving; two flesh persons changing, clung to, doorframes notions, spear-hafts in a rubble of years. touching,"
This is the love that he was dreaming for, that changes but lasts throughout the years. It is all about him being with his love forever. How it seems impossible to find someone to love if you look at the big picture, like with the Earth. If you look at the bigger picture of how many people are on Earth, it seems impossible to find that
one person you want to spend you life with. If you look by at the speed of light, the person will be a speck, like the Earth is to space. If you come a little closer, you can see that it's easier to find someone to be with, that it's not as challenging to be seen. Space is a big open place, and Earth is mostly invisible to stars and other objects around it. If you look closer though, Earth is a large thing to us.

In the end, he realizes that he already has this girl that he is imagining. He believes that the relationship they have will last forever. This poem was written around 1968, which means that he was married to his first wife, Masa Uehara. This first love he most likely thought would last forever(his dream "popping"). He could imagine Masa as the yakshi, as his perfect image of a woman and how his wife should be.

Soliloquy 1. Act 1. Sc. iii.

Macbeth: Two things the witches said are true.  ( that Macbeth owns Cawdor, and was thane of Glamis)  He is happy thinking of becoming the king. He thanks them for reassuring that he's thane of Cawdor.

Aside- talking to witches can't be bad, but can't be good if it's true.( he would have to kill the king to be king himself) Why have I been given success, if what they said is the truth. If it's the truth, why am I nervous to be king. The idea makes me crazy, and my heart beat abnormally fast and loud. My fears of being king are less frightening than the idea of killing him. Murdering him, is still a thought, it is not who I am. If I murder him I am not who I think I am.

Banquo: Macbeth is ecstatic he is now the thane if Cawdor.

Macbeth: If I become king, will it happen without me trying?

Banquo: New challenges and obligations are placed before him. It will be strange for him to accept them at first, but will he will become accustomed to the change after a while.

Macbeth: What ever happens I will accept the consequences. Things will happen even if there are challenges on the way.