So for the seminars on Invisibile MAn that we have been having, I originally wanted to do the paint fiasco scene, however I was unable to sign up for it, a tragedy, so instead I did the next most interesting/important seeming scene:the Battle Royal. This scene was actually a short story that Ellison wrote originally and from it he was inspired to wrote an entire novel, this novel is called Invisile Hombre (spanish edition si?) SO, knowing that the entire book was based off of this one scene and aslo knowing that generally the entire novel can be seen in the first chapter of a book, we can predict that the whole novel is present within this battle and after having studied it extensively, I can confirm that this is in fact true. The most striking motif seen througout the novel that orginates in this Battle Royal is the eye imagery that is created by the white folk surrounding the black fighter guys who are in turn surrounding the "Magnificent blonde" stripper. If you visualize this with just the volors in mind, you can see (haha get it? see like eyes) that it creates an image of an actual eye. This is seen throughout the novel and it also connects to the whole idea of invisibility and sight and blindness and knowledge and essentially to everything within the novel ever since everything is connected. Another interesting thing that i found in my research was an article that dealt with the females in the novel, mainly with the stripper, mary, and sybil. THe author claims that in order to understand why Ellison makes these women in to simple stark stereotypes, we must first accept these stereotypes as true This point was very interesting to me because we weren't just told to think about it, this author literally said to accept it as true, something that is not said very often when analyzing literature. After accepting these steretypes as true (or really lkying ans saying that I did) the rest of the article was very interesting becasue it discussed ]the similarities between the blonde woman in the Battle Royal and the invisible man in that same event, similarities that he fails to see, but still ones that teach him “his first lesson in invisibility." They were both being used as entertainment for the white guys, they were being ocmpletley controlled (something that the I M goes on to encounter a lot), and they were both also very terrified at parts. Basically the Battle Royal is the most important scene in the entire novel. ALong with this other stuff, somee connectons can also be seen with the electric rug and the explosion healing machine, the bronze gold coins and the bnank he breaks, the way the men control him and his relationship with the brotherhood ans Ras etc etc etc. In the end, if I had to suggest one part of this bookfor someone to read in order to be prepared for seminars or something, it would be this scene because it is literally a microcosm for the rest of the novel.
Mar 31, 2014
Out Out with your stereotypes
‘Out, Out—’
BY ROBERT FROST
BY ROBERT FROST
The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws know what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—
He saw all was spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened to his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
His sister stood beside him in her apron
To tell them ‘Supper.’ At the word, the saw,
As if to prove saws know what supper meant,
Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap—
He must have given the hand. However it was,
Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!
The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all—
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart—
He saw all was spoiled. ‘Don’t let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.
And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright.
No one believed. They listened to his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
This poem is by Robert Frost, the man who totally did not write that poem about Santa Claus. I think that this poem is AP Lit worthy mostly because I googled "AP Lit worthy poems" and this was on a site that was like "top 20 must read poems for AP Lit students", but also because we have talked about him in class. So, instead of being basic I decided to take the poem less read, and use this one. This poem is in essence about, well after actually reading it, I'm quite confused as to what the deep meaning is. It;s probably something to do with the fact that people only care about matters that involve them since as soon as this boy died, they just "turned to their affairs", essentially forgetting that this personified saw had "snarrled and rattled" this boy's hand off. This was a very dark poem and honestly I was surprised because I guess I have not really read and Robert Frost poems, so I expected them to be less dark. The saw in this poem may represent something like society wherein the boy would represent freedom of speech or ideas or something and tis like society has a mind of its own (its something that shouldn't usually act out of its own will) and so it immediatley killed this boy''s hopes and dreams (and literally killed him) as soon as he got excited about something. So this poem seems to maybe be about censored society, although there is a high chance that it is actually something else. Another unusual aspect of this poem is that it reads much like a short story, when in fact, its a poem!!! The fact that the boy "must have given the hand" seems to connect back to this idea of society, its like when people blame the victim for the accident like in rapes or what not. THen there is the line from the woman who simply says "supper". THis could be a commentary on the role of women in society, as if they are only there to provide for the rest of us, in this case the boy. Then since she seemed to not even have a reaction to the fact that this kids hand was just chopped off, it also seems like a comment on women as if they are simply mechanical beings made to serve a single purpose, not that I think that Robert Frost thinks this about women, in fact he is probably using this charectirization to bring to light a prexisting stereotype.
So yeah, just like in everything we ever read, I has decided that my interpretation of this poem is that it is a comment on the stereoptypes in sociery, as well as the prevalence of censorship and general creativity disrupting that occurs within it.
Sonnet 1 aka the young man is the one and only
Sonnet 1- Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
This is Shakespeare's first sonnet, at least in the "young man" series. So, it will be interesting to look at this sonnet compared to the other shakesperean sonnets that we have analyzed. Since this is the very first sonnet, we can use context clues and intuition to predict that this will be more loving and possibly even more sincere than later sonnets, like the ones to the dark lady which just seem sketchy and awkward, or the ones that involve the young man's other suitor or the rival or whatever. All of those seem to have the potential to be tainted with some alterior motive, but this one is early enough, well its the earliest one so duh, but it still probably has some sort of innocence in it that has yet to be tainted. Granted I have not read the thing yet, but I soon will. I know that this is a shakespearean sonnet not only because I searched "Shakespeare sonnet number 1", but also because of its ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the fourteen lines cut into three quatrians and a copluet, and finally the fact that it stick s to iambic pentameter, meaning that it has ten syllables per line as well as going by the hard soft syllable rule that goes along with this. So, with not context clues, we could know that this was a shakespearean sonnet. It differs from an italian sonnet or a petrarchian sonnet because of the rhyme scheme since the other types of sonnets follow either an interlocking ABAB BCBC CDCD EE rhyme scheme or the other one which I can not currently remember.
So basically what I think that shakespeare is saying in this poem, apart from the obvious subject of love, is that he truly adores and admires his young man suitor guy, and he thinks that his beauty can stand on its on while some others have to have some fuel for it. That can be seen in the line "Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel," see so here shakespeare is saying that this guys "flame" or his beauty or life force or something is basically eternal, an idea that ocnnects back to the shakespearean sonnet we read in class where he was like apologizing for not praising the kid but then covered himself by saying that his beauty would last even after wars ans such, actually no thats a mix of two of the sonnests that we read, but the idea is still there.
So basically in conclusion, this sonnet just like evry sonnet is about how shakespeare is in love with his young man and he thinks that his beauty and life force are eternal.
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