Tuesday, October 6, 2015

To Beatrice

     In Act V, Scene II of Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, Benedick complains that he can't write poetry, after writing some terrible verses to Beatrice before their wedding(Margaret the maid likes them, though). I needed something to use as a sonnet for workshopping for Poetry Writing, and besides, I couldn't figure out the iambic pentameter rhythm required for sonnets. Also, I've always wanted to read Benedick's poem. And writing it myself would allow me to finally read it, have something for classmates to critique, and get the concept of the meter explained in depth. Critiques thought it was wildly ambitious to write in Elizabethan English and still make sense; their reactions were generally stunned anyone would attempt that. Several people commented that they have "no idea what to expect" when it comes to my poetry, but that "it's always so heartfelt" they don't mind being kept off balance that way. That was cool. Even better was when a middle-aged lady said that it seemed like something her dad would enjoy. (She meant that as a compliment, which is how I took it.)

Dear one, Beatrice, of my heart’s desire
though I said ere I would be married never,
mayhap be in heaven an angel choir
bade me fall for yonder tongue so clever;
with a clamor my wits encount’red scorn,
of running amiss of such a rank’d lady;
plus fear for wearing the cuckold’s horn,
halted me – but Love arrayed as a baby
gather’d myself to gentle warfare’s school;
wherein I learn’d all which becomes her knight.
My jeers at others I now repent; mere fool
am I for jesting at such a noble plight!
Born not I beneath a rhyming star!

In but others’ words thy praise goes afar.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Rags' Sonnet

     A practice sonnet. Which oddly fits the rhythm of Taylor Swift's song "Forever and Always". I was missing Rags when I wrote this.

Once upon a time,
there was this wonderful bookcase
where a tortoiseshell feline
would sit to wash her face.
She’d scrub herself so clean,
and for good measure, her throne of rule;
she cleared dust specks you’ve never seen
for when her Favorite Person came home from school
there would be no trace of mice,
and he could sit and read,
pet her(yes, that would be nice),
since that’s what all students need.
Yes, the best naps that one could ever spend
are those from a “Wesley’s home!” weekend. 

Friday, October 2, 2015

How Gender Roles Affect "Much Ado" Characters

     The second essay for Lit Traditions. It scored an 85 before revisions; I think because I forgot to write a conclusion. But it was also written very late at night with next to zero sleep at the end of a week of doing the same thing ad infinitum because of a ton of projects. So I was like "Okay, I'll take that." (It's a very intimidating and intense course.)

         William Shakespeare was a master of wordplay; puns and double meanings. Much Ado About Nothing is possibly the best example of this; as the entire play revolves around conflicts caused by miscommunication errors. A civil war between brothers has just concluded, and Leonato, governor of Messina, invites the victorious Don Pedro, together with Benedick, Claudio and the rest of their party, to stay as Leonato’s guests for a month. The vanquished Don John is also of this group; with his attendants/conspirators Borachio and Conrade. What follows is much trickery and deceptive means to accomplish aims; eventually resulting in a double wedding for the couples of Benedick and Beatrice and Claudio and Hero. This is a Shakespearean comedy, so it must naturally end this way. But as Lysander said in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, “the course of true love never did run smooth” (I.1.134; page 260). Many of these rocky difficulties on the road to love can be traced to gender differences and roles.
            Beatrice and Benedick have had a relationship in the past, from her words to Don Pedro in Act II, Scene 1, lines 263-66. In the first scene of the play, this is made even clearer in lines 138-39, as she says, “You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.” In a critical look at this backstory, Joost Daalder states that Benedick “refused to commit himself when he really needed to do so” (“Pre-History” 524). So he bolted when she was ready to commit to a steady relationship; which is why she guards her heart so fiercely on his return.
            But during the war, Benedick and Claudio struck up a deep friendship, for, as Bruce R. Smith writes in his book Shakespeare and Masculinity, men need friends in order to accomplish tasks they would be unable to perform otherwise, (60). Things like winning a war, for example. So their friendship is firmly fixed by the opening of the curtain, so says A.D. Nuttall’s book Shakespeare the Thinker (222). Once Claudio falls in love with Hero, he naively assumes that Benedick will as well. That bond is beginning to crack.  
            Brothers Don Pedro and Don John are both isolated throughout the play, Peter Holland notes in the Much Ado introduction of the Penguin Complete Works, and they continue their sibling rivalry in their plots dealing with the Claudio/Hero item (page 367). Once this is broken up through the acting of Borachio and Margaret; then Claudio brutally rejects Hero while at the altar. This unwillingness to commit echoes the earlier Benedick behavior we heard snatches of; since both men promised love to a young woman who takes that promise very seriously; and yet they do not follow through because of fear of giving up their independence and emotional control (Daalder 526). I would certainly worry, if I was involved with a beautiful girl of many virtues, that she would be stolen away. There are so many horror stories of unfaithfulness out there, it is a natural response. This is likely why all throughout the script Don Pedro teases Benedick about marrying someday.
            As Holland noted on page 367, the friar’s plot to cause Claudio to mourn over his actions that is detailed in IV.1.223-36 does not work out as planned. But yet Hero still marries him; perhaps because she knows that it represents her best chance at being wed? Or it could be to make Leonato happy, echoing her cousin’s words in II.1.50, while she curtsies and says, “Father, as it please you”. As a female in that Elizabethan society, despite the country being ruled by a queen, it was a woman’s place to obey all that the nearby men ordered, in order to make certain that she was protected. That power of rule and headship is handed over on the wedding day by the bride’s father allowing her to marry; where once that ceremony is performed her husband is her master. Hero is so obedient and dutiful that we can forget she still exists; never do we see her contradict a man or disobey his wishes. Because she cannot physically flee from the aborted wedding, she faints away, thus removing herself from the indecent spectacle while remaining “ladylike” and not judged to be guilty.
            In the aftermath of that debacle, Beatrice puts her acidic tongue to use by a slashing out of anger and a rush of other emotions if anyone connected with Claudio comes near, starting from Act IV, Scene 1, line 255 with Benedick’s entrance and continuing until the end of that scene about eighty lines later. She wails that she wishes she were not a woman, so that she could avenge Hero’s shame by killing Claudio, since that is a man’s office. So because the tongue is the feminine war tool, and she a skillful master fencer with it, she gets Benedick to come to a decision with line 288: “Then kill Claudio.” That is an ultimatum, honestly; saying, “Put your actions now where your mouth is, or cause us both grief by turning away.” After his initial disbelief at what he had just heard, in line 329 Benedick chooses to promote the needs of his future mate over those of a comrade-in-arms, which is in a sense to put his family over his work. Accepting that weighty responsibility is a mark of manliness; which is much more than just masculinity he has shown up until now. In Act V, Scene 1, he then confronts the immature Claudio and leaves the service of Don Pedro, cementing his decision to move on into a new stage of life.  Though he is undeserving of such grace, Leonato nevertheless blackmails Claudio into marrying Hero, so the audience sighs with pleasure at the neat bow which has wrapped everything together. But Claudio’s action by doing the honorable thing is rewarded, as he receives the one he wished for.
Works Cited
Daalder, Joost. “The ‘Pre-History’ of Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing.” English Studies 85.6(2004): 520-527. Literary Reference Center. Web. 1 Oct. 2015.
Holland, Peter. “Introduction to Much Ado About Nothing.” William Shakespeare: The Complete Works. Ed. Stephen Orgel and A.R. Braunmuller. P.p. 365-370. New York: Penguin Books, 2002. Print.
Nuttall, A.D. Shakespeare the Thinker. P. 222. New Haven, Conn.: Yale University Press, 2007. Print.
Shakespeare, William. A Midsummer Night’s Dream. William Shakespeare: The Complete Works. Ed. Stephen Orgel and A.R. Braunmuller. P.p. 258-284. New York: Penguin Books, 2002. Print.
--------------------------. Much Ado About Nothing. 1599? William Shakespeare: The Complete Works. Ed. Stephen Orgel and A.R. Braunmuller. P.p. 371-400. New York: Penguin Books, 2002. Print.

Smith, Bruce R. Shakespeare and Masculinity. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000. Print.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Sonnet on Doing Laundry

     Hey, if Edgar Guest can write about suppertime("The Perfect Dinner Table") and reading bedtime stories, and Brad Paisley can write about being bored stiff in church("Long Sermon") and crushing beer cans("Crushin' It"), then anything is fair game when it comes to writing. (They both have also written about much bigger topics, too.)
     So when Dr. Mackie assigned a sonnet as homework for Poetry Writing, I thought a while late the other night and remembered that I need to do laundry when I visit home this weekend. So I wrote about doing laundry.

Time to wash the laundry,
Everything needs to be cleaned;
Hoodies, T-shirts, socks and sundry
Travel into the circular machine.
In a way I suppose it’s urgent -
That semi-dressy shirt for Tuesday has a stain.
How much do I use of the detergent?
Thought I just did this…now here I am again…
…Huh, look, here’s a quarter! And a guitar pick!
They don’t really have to be color-sorted, do they?
By tossing it all together, it’s an efficiency trick,
That hoodie sleeve is starting to fray…
With expeditions frequent in lost-sock retrieval,
Let’s face it: Laundry is a necessary evil. 

Friday, September 25, 2015

Runaway Boomerang

     This sestina was one for workshopping in Dr. Mackie's Poetry Writing course, so I'll rearrange stuff and try to tell the story clearer. A classmate during Dr. Dial-Driver's Lit Traditions class mentioned that her mom was a doctor's daughter and her dad was a welder's son; and I loved that phrase, so I scrawled it down, and then ran from there. The narrator, Starr, she came from nowhere and totally took this over. (It's kind of frustrating when that happens, but also really exciting....you have no idea where you're going, or how you got there. Sort of like talking with Jon or Amanda, or how our conversations with Jed or Sam went.)
     This poem takes place in the mid-to-late nineties, and that threw some people off during the critiquing, since the one about the square dance was purposely timeless.

She was the doctor’s daughter,
he was a welder’s son.
What else is there you can say?
 They fell in love, there was a huge scandal;
 that was all they wanted, and they were everything…
 Happens in most places in small towns, just seems distinctly America.

 Fast-forward to my generation’s America;
 I’m the Bon Jovi runaway daughter
 who embodies everything
 that no self-respecting preacher’s son
 can look at without feeling scandal.
 I feel shame, I say,

at some of the things my parents say;
it’s stupid, but this PC fucked-up America
makes giving any opinion at all a scandal.
Much less the tatted slut daughter
whose past is brought up like the rising of the sun;
my misdeeds are seen as everything.

But Mom and Dad did everything
from the stories I’ve heard ‘em say,
too… His dad threw his son
out of the house, even. It was the age of rebellion in America
where if you weren’t a dove daughter,
now, that would cause a scandal…

Now there’s been that Monica scandal,
I swear, lost my faith in politically everything…
My parents see their daughter
Starr’s life I’ve patched together and say
that maybe there’s hope for America
after all. I strap my six-string Gibson

to my dirt bike and ride into the sunset
trying to make sense of my parents’ town’s scandal.
I just don’t understand America,
or how twisted everything
can be its reported people say.
Guess I am my parents’ daughter...

Now my son is my everything;
I can’t care less what those scandals say.
I may damn America, but I’m still its daughter.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Just Be There

This is the same type of deal as the Gen Y Lament; thoughts during a hike around campus, aching for all the things that go wrong in the world cause of sin. I don't know whether it's supposed to be a poem or lyrics to a song, but it's what I scratched out.

What can you say to the girl, when
Her boyfriend’s over a thousand miles away in Toronto,
And he’s just finished berating her over the phone?
It’s another late night after work, as she sits on the bed
TV is on, but she’s crying alone…
What can you say?
What can you do?
How do you tell her “I care about you,
And together we’re gonna see this through”?
What can you do?

What can you say to the man,who’s
Been preaching for years, but still hears the siren call
Of that devil known as alcohol?
After a day full of counseling folks; he’ll turn on the news,
Crack open a can and hope nobody knows?
Congregation’s dropping like a rock
And his daughter a prodigal?
What can you say?
What can you do?
How do you say, “We care about you,
And together we’re gonna see this through”?
What can you do?

Lend them a listening ear;
Let them know you’re here;
Put a smile on their face,
Take an expedition to their favorite place,
Answer the call, be it night or daytime,
Pray for and with them,
Just be there,
That’s all.

Who do you see that needs help?
What are you going to do?

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Movie Quotes Poem

     Practicing poetry writing one night, I wanted to see if I could string something together that was composed almost entirely of movie quotes; the literary version of those awesome mashup videos that leave you amazed at the editing. This concept certainly needs more work in order to make sense, but it was fun to do.
     Quotes from, in order, the Rocky series, While You Were Sleeping, Spider-Man, A Bug's Life, A League of Their Own, The Avengers: Age of Ultron, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Big Green, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Field of Dreams, The Breakfast Club, The Outsiders and the Toy Story series.

Yo, Adrian!
You’re born into a family. You do not join them like you do the Marines.
Uncle Ben used to say with great power comes great responsibility…
First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault…
But there’s no crying in baseball!

Humans are odd….they try to control what won’t be. But there is grace in their failings.
So, what’s next? Something good? Something bad? A little bit of both?
People only say goodbye when they plan on saying hello again.
This is the West. When the facts become legend, you print the legend.
…If you build it, he will come.

We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all,
So stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold,
To infinity and beyond.