Poem Analysis: A Work Of Artifice

In “Conte” by Marilyn Hacker, Cinderella shows the reader a glimpse of her life after the childhood tale ends, a less happier ending than the original story implies. She feels trapped in a constant state of misery and boredom in the royal palace. Without life experience guiding her, Cinderella is in a dilemma caused by her ignorance of the potential consequences of her actions. With the use of irony, structure, and diction, “Conte” shows how innocence and naïveté result in regrettable mistakes that create life experience.

According to the first chapter Untangling the “F” –word in Women’s Lives: Multicultural Perspectives by Gywn Kirk and Margo Okazawa-Ray, women’s studies programs were birthed from the idea of feminism. The course began to pop up at different universities across the United States in the 1970’s; the course allows an in depth study of women in social and cultural aspects. Women’s studies courses attempt to explain the experiences and significance of women, which in turn sheds a new light onto the lives of many men and women. Today, the course informs and challenges many men and women to critically think not only in the course but also for the rest of their lives. Feminism can sometimes be misinterpreted, and the ideals of feminism are frequently

During the act of describing a situation, like the base runners in a baseball game, it is importuned to be clear and concise. In the “Who’s On First” clip this was not the case. The main issue is the three base runners all have names that have other meanings in the English language. Who, What, and I DONT KNOW can all be interpreted in a different way rather than names. If Costello started his story with “Here are the guys name, Who, What, and I DON’T KNOW” and then told Abbott the order of the base runners there would be no confusion. Being clear at the beginning with the names would be the best option for situations such as this, but then again it wouldn’t have been funning.

Oh, have me step, then run a 400 In a gruesome pile of mud filled with worms. Or swallow the bark of a tree; Get kicked in the stomach; or lick a cat. Change the WiFi password or cancel it, Give me milk, mayonnaise, egg, and jelly Combine all of it and have me to drink.

The excerpt from Kim Addonizio’s and Dorianne Laux’s book, The Poet's Companion was informative and lucid. As I previously noted in reading response eight, this excerpt felt less didactic and more like a hand-holding guide as compared to previous readings on creative nonfiction. I liked the authors’ emphasis on writing and reading being the only ways of finding one’s voice. The explanation of the elements of craft in the context of poetry was very helpful in recognizing the amateur mistakes in my poems. Moreover, the sample poems aided in clarifying any questions I had after reading the authors’ opinion on voice and style. I enjoyed reading the sample poems which

The most important point that I learn through this quarter is the definition of feminism. Before the class, I thought that feminism means equal right, which means that women should have the same rights in politics, employment, education and many others aspects as men have. However, through learning, especially through reading about hooks’s essay, I then realize that this definition, which limited feminism to “equal rights”, is not complete and inclusive enough to describe goals of all women, no matter the race, age, and class, around the world. hooks tells me that “Women in lower class and poor groups” “would not have defined women’s liberation as women gaining social equality with men” since lower-class women do not share equal rights as

First poem is Dream Variations, it says that the African American people “what to fling there arms wide in some place of the sun, to whirl and to dance till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening”. I personally can see that they are talking about that they have a desire for the freedom, but they can't get it, because it says at the end of the second paragraph,” That is my dream.''

The Artist Stanley Kunitz uses the poem, “The Artist” to bring light on a theme seen in many of his poems: identity and the quest to find one’s self. The Artist depicts an artist struggling with dark and depressing thoughts. The poem ends in a sort of release whether that release is a mental release or physically release is purposely unclear. The idea of identity and the journey to find one’s self is present through the plot of the poem.

Those in prayer are his prey. We weep for souls forever on their knees in the holy city.

Left Overs I taste so good, my left overs do too… I may have reheated him a time or few, But throw him out right after I’m through, And watch women flock around the trashed stew… He’ll always want to be a part of my steak, And that’s the reason other women hate, On me because they’ll never escape, My left overs still wanting my plate, But to my left overs, these women race, To a meal that has long lost his taste,

Chomp, Chomp, Chomp, Please close your mouth. The noises you make are annoying. Like styrofoam rubbing together and squeeeaking over and over.

The narrator and the co host of the podcast ‘ How animal testing works’ tone of their voices are monotone and boring. Since the tones of the voices are un expressive it can easily be suggested that the podcast will be uneventful to listen too. The tone is one of the most important components during the first few minutes of the podcast to engage the audience to keep listening. From listening to the podcast early on it's is noticeable that the speakers are off topic and unenthusiastic about the material they are speaking and discussing about. This can be seen during the opening moments “ I have a bad cold, my brain's not functioning quit right.... But to make up for it, I have all my teeth.” At the very beginning of the podcast it is

Cindy Presendieu Masks I often wonder why we look at mirrors, Whether to find ourselves or conceal a sinister, Deceiving to the eye, but I see it, Flaunting it charismatic charm like the Cheshire cat Mocking your flaws to bare, A nightmare surrounded by your insecurities, Lost in a maze and out of breath,

Drip. Drip. Drip. The colorless solution drips at a steady rate, flowing through the tube of life. The tube that if I was disconnected from, I’d die a torturous death that everybody dreads. The solution glides down the tube and tingles as it enters me, but as it does, it begins to kill me. At the same time, though, it kills the demon that brought me here. The solution creates a feeling of warmth at my skin, but I am in an envelop of frigidness. My skin loses its magnificent white and is replaced by the icy color of paleness.

Before coming to this class, I barely thought deeply about what feminism is. Even though I had taken some feminism-related classes before, I defined feminists as a group of women struggling for gender equality. In that sense, I concluded that the only obstacle the feminist movement faced was the oppression from men. Moreover, I felt myself dissociated with this movement because I was not very ambitious and had not weighted gender equality heavily among my other goals. This semester, after reading various feminist materials, I redefined feminism and gradually became a feminist myself.