Absentia Monologue

The importance of cherishing the invaluable individuals in one’s life is apparent in Matthew Teague’s personal journey of his wife’s battle against cancer and a genuine friendship. “The Friend” depicts emotional appeal, comparisons, and vivid imagery to portray the significance of valuing loved ones. There is no single definition for a loved one. A spouse, children, family, friends, the reciprocated love can build everlasting bonds, but why is it so important to treasure the relationships we have? Just because they are family, it may not signify that we love them; just because they are acquaintances, it does not necessarily indicate that we have a type of love for them either. The pure love we possess for someone is rare and never chosen or obliged, so this valuable love should be nurtured, for people are bound within unpredictable time limits. Nichole’s, Teague’s wife’s, diagnosis of cancer was a realization for him that his days with her were numbered. Along the way, Dane Faucheux, the couple’s friend, was devoted to aiding the Teague family during their struggling time. Faucheux’s undisputed support for Teague and his family surprised him numerous times throughout their experience. This love in the sublime story is seeped with appreciation for those Teague values in his life. The realization and worth of his deep endearment for his family and friend is transferred to the reader, and he or she begins to realize the reality of the given time to value those who are most important.

Subjecting herself to thoughts of uncertainty, Madame Augelier is portrayed as the stereotypical stay-at-home wife, worrying about her ability to satisfy her husband. While content with the gifts she had received she believed herself to be guilty of not loving him enough and called him “poor Francois” as the result of her apparent lack of affection. She underestimates her “strength of affectionate habits and abiding fidelity” which although shows that she is modest, is ultimately shadowed by the reader’s realization that she lives to merely please her husband (Colette 1120). Madame Augelier is predictably the ideal wife in a stereotypical story as even with the absence of her husband she is still under the impression that she must please

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From across the room, I felt his eyes upon me. Louis had us seated at a table near a window overlooking the slow flowing muddy river. Myles Laveau sat across the room, his dinner companion’s back was toward the room and to me- I was seething with a need to view her face. Why was I feeling this way, he was not mine… I had no right to be angry. I had Louis to my left and Boudreaux to my right, but wanted what was out of reach- at least for the moment. I knew I could have him again; Myles Laveau affected me the same way the flame-haired woman had, but unlike her, he made himself available. The simplest touch from him sent quivers through my pleasure place; just the touch of his eyes upon me had me quivering with desire for him, and

At a young age I became acquainted with life's greatest pain. Loss. My parents, the Heroes of Alrudia, went off on a mission. It wasn't that difficult a task for Luiknights of their grade and they had two additional teams to go with them. But, they never came back. I remember that day. I opened the door and came face to face with a grief stricken man. The fact that I recognized the man was a bad sign. I knew immediately that something was wrong. It was the hardest I've cried in my entire life. I thought the grief would last only a short time but it stuck with me. It devastated Jas. Then and there I knew I had to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I thought that if I hid my agony, buried it deep within myself, that I could move on. Oh how wrong I

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I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

Yet you only found rot and an empty heart, I hope you feel my sin

As the “fair” lady is depicted by the words “scan,” “lip,” and “sip,” her femininity is noticeable even after her spouse’s death. In rendezvous with the lover, she part with him “with a shudderful kiss” (46). The kiss “before the brass” (46) shows her not only her female sexuality and passionate love for the lover, but also her fear of committing the sinful and immoral

In analyzing the woman’s experience, the tone of the poem principally informs its paradoxical nature. For, while the notion of passion is conventionally associated with powerful and overwhelming emotion, the speaker’s tone is consistently calm and subdued when alluding to it. As evidence of this, one must recall the manner in which she establishes her sexual desire for her anonymous lover:

I could hardly recognize myself anymore. The ground beneath me was dark and alluring, as the city that seems like a faded dream. The room was lit by the faint light of a candle.

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“He returned the night before last,” said Boudreaux, a sheepish look on his face. “Please forgive me,” said Boudreaux, pulling me near. The jarring of the carriage as it rolled over cobbled streets let me know that we had made it back to the city. Ignoring Boudreaux’s plea, I turned my gaze toward the window to stare out; his touch no longer held the thrill it once did.

The buzz of the pre-show intoxicated us. Waiting patiently for our respective cues, our five pairs of eyes fell on Evam's hand. He was to be the genius behind the camera, calling upon the rest of us to deliver our lines in turn. I was the detective, wearing a not-well-fitting jacket and an excited look.

Through this ungendered voice, the narrator attempts to subversively reclaim the language of love in celebration of their beloved partner Louise, whom wishes the narrator to embody a genuine love, to “come to [her] without a past” (Winterson 54) . Although the narrator is hyperaware of the ideological undertones attached to language and its “cliché[d]” nature, I am reluctant to say s/he is able to escape the historical grasp patriarchy has on language (10). By poetically combining the binaries of scientific and aesthetic discourse, Winterson “reclaims the [female] body from scientific [and male dominated] discourses” (Rubinsond 228). However, this does not overthrow the fact that much of the novel is “based on a discourse of colonization”, leaving the body of Louise “a mere colonized land with no specific identity” (Maioli 144, 154). This paper will examine these interlocking systems of language in relation to the effect an imperialist white-supremacist capitalist patriarchy has on a subversive language of