Thursday, October 30, 2014

Week 11 Essay: Poetry vs. Prose


I don’t really get why all of our stories happen to be in prose form. Poetry can be intimidating, yes, and I know a lot of people have horrible memories of poetry from high school and so tend to shy away from it at all costs. They think Shakespeare or Chaucer and want to run and hide. I blame a lot of that on the school system, considering teachers present it to you like it’s the hardest stuff in the world and you’ll never be able to understand unless someone explains. But actually guys, poetry is not that hard. Ever heard of Occam’s Razor? It’s a theory that says the simplest explanation is usually the correct one, and he’s right. All of this stuff about poems observing flowers on rainy days standing as allegories to the Holocaust are utter nonsense ninety-nine percent of the time and started because of Reader Response Theory.
What’s that? Don’t worry my non-English Major friends - I shall explain. You see, in the early days of literary criticism, all anyone cared about was the author. They looked at the life of the author and the history of the time in which the author lived and used that to try and figure out what the author meant. These schools of thought were the largest, and for many years were the only ones out there. Then, inevitably, came what I like to call the Trend Swing. As in all things, literary critics rebelled against the system and went in the exact opposite direction. Thus came Death of the Author and Reader Response Theory. They took the author out of the proceedings entirely and stated that the true meaning of a poem is whatever the reader gleans from it. And since people are different and everyone interprets poems differently, the stated ‘no wrong answers in English class’ came about. With this nice little scholastic shield, people thought up crazy things like the above example, and because scholars like to make things ridiculously difficult and clever whenever possible they took to it like a fish in water and ran with these outrageous ideas so long it became a teaching cannon.
Guys, sometimes a blue curtain really is just a blue curtain.
But our years in school define lots of us, instilling instinctive fear and trembling at the mere thought of reading poetry. Irving? Longfellow? Gah! And don’t even get me started on [insert fear and trembling and mental breakdowns] Shakespeare!
Thankfully, I grew up reading Shakespeare and with a theatrically-minded mother, so I was largely immune to this conditioning. Which is why I look around at my fellow students and just feel depressed. An avid novel junky, I will be the first to proclaim the wonders of prose from my soapbox to any bored pedestrian who will listen. But there’s just something about well-written poetry. Refusing to read the Homer, Virgil, and Dante units was mainly because I read them all last year, but considering I could have then skipped the reading and done those weeks from memory (thus saving a lot of time to devote to a college students favorite pastime - procrastinating!) I wouldn’t touch them because they’re prose. Virgil is not meant to be prose. Epic poetry is not meant to be written in prose - period. I know poetry sends some people into convulsions, but it’s not that bad. Honestly!
If we’d all get over this taught fear of anything written in staggering lines instead of a neat left-to-right block the world would be so much bigger! Prose sounds stilted when it’s converted poems because poetry takes time to describe things. Yes, Homer goes off on a lot of tangents (I’ve read both his epics and yes, it bugged me too at times) but they’re lovely. Poetry has a way with words you don’t find anywhere else, a way to sweep you off your feet and show you the world from a new angle. That’s the entire point of poetry, and the defining mark of a good poem. Every time I read the words ‘converted to prose format’ in the notes to our readings I just get sad. There is nothing wrong with poetry, guys, and anything less is just disrespectful to the author and the work itself. It takes a lot to write an epic poem and get it all following the correct rhyme scheme and format.
Call me a snob if you want - considering my major it’s probably at least somewhat true.

 
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Week 11 Storytelling: A Clandestine Meeting

Careful to keep out of sight, one by one or in groups no larger than three they made their way to the tavern. Once there, a secret sign was given to the owner, who ferreted them into the back room.
Yvain was the last to enter, taking his time to ensure their tracks were well covered. Once the door to the room was shut firmly behind him, one of the hooded men to the right questioned him. “Does he suspect?”
Taking down his own hood, Yvain shook his head. “Not at all, Gawain,” he answered his friend. As if the name had broken a barrier, the men began to lower their hoods until the modestly dressed Knights of the Round Table were all revealed. Well, all of those currently residing in Camelot, at any rate. It was difficult to tell how many of them would be here at any given point of the spring season, but they did their best to keep a goodly number in attendance at the court. Conversation remained muted as they all took to their seats, and Yvain waited until all assembled were situated before beginning the meeting.
“There is planned a great feast but a week from now,” he revealed. To no one’s surprise, this announcement was met with weary groans. “It is far too soon after the last, and our King is becoming reckless as normal. We need to plan our course of action should another challenger arise wishing his head.”
Gawain shuddered, and Yvain clasped his friend’s shoulder in support. King Arthur had a habit of rushing headfirst into danger, but it honestly hadn’t mattered terribly much until the moment a green-skinned giant had entered the hall. It was all they could do to convince King Arthur to allow Gawain to take up the challenge in his stead, and while any here would die for their king in but a moment due to the loyalty he had won from them, none were quite sure King Arthur would have succeeded in the final challenge as Gawain had. The chilling fact that the King’s headstrong rash decisions could have returned to them his headless corpse was the notion that began these meetings. Meetings where they planned out who would stand in for their King should another similar incident arise.
“He’s being particularly stubborn this week,” Sir Kay stated with a frown. “We might have a difficult time convincing him.”
“Sir Guyon hasn’t come back from his latest quest yet, has he?” Yvain questioned with a slight hope. Heads shook, and he bit back a curse. Sir Guyon seemed to be the only knight King Arthur would allow to go headfirst into danger in his place without a long argument.
“Sir Lancelot will be back from his quest then, however,” one of the knights offered.
The mood was considerably brightened. “Right then,” Yvain spoke. “I believe it’s my turn to take the challenge, so we’ll send out feelers and hopefully have some sort of advanced warning this time. When Sir Lancelot returns please fill him in, Gawain, and if all else fails he can step in for damage control.”
The others nodded, agreeing easily. Gawain gave a large smile and threw his arm around Yvain’s shoulder. “Now that that’s all taken care of, it’s time I bought you that drink, my friend!” he proclaimed loudly.
Yvain laughed even as the others began dispersing. “After the week I’ve had? I believe it’s high time I took you up on that.” They reentered the main portion of the tavern, and Yvain began to regale Gawain with his long tale as the man ordered a round.

(no round table is complete without singing knights

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Author’s note: So I had a class on Arthurian Romance last year, and one thing that kept popping up was King Arthur’s sheer rash nature. Literally any time a challenger came in Arthur rose to meet him, and the rest of the knights basically had to shove him in a corner and sit on him in order to keep the man from getting himself killed.
So when in my reading Arthur allowed Sir Guyon to face Britomart without a fight, I was shocked. It’s pretty much the only time I’ve come across that in my readings, so I wondered if it was particular to him, which led to thoughts of the other knights hating when he left and wondering who’d convince Arthur not to be an idiot when Guyon was out, which led to this little ditty. It was fun.

The referenced thing about a green giant coming and nearly beheading Gawain is from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, for those who didn’t get the reference. Yvain is one of Gawain's close friends, more commonly known as The Knight with the Lion.

Bib: Stories from the Faerie Queen by Mary Macleod (1916). Web source.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Week 11 Reading Diary: Faerie Queen

Reading Diary - Faerie Queen - Britomart

  • Sir Guyon
    • Arthur agreed to let Guyon do it without a fight? Wow
    • So, no one’s out looking for Britomart? Like, at all?
  • How Britomart Fought with Six Knights
    • thank God it didn’t go on about her looks for five pages like Arthurian Romance is wont to do
    • Intends no evil, but certainly isn’t fighting it either, less she trusts Arthur and Guyon to handle it
    • And wove, twue wove
  • How it Fared with Britomart in Castle Joyous
    • I think this lady has a reverse harem
  • The Magic Mirror
    • That’s right girl, down with the system!
    • These people are always “the most renowned”
    • Merlin!! Woo!!!
    • Haha, Merlin has a Sneakoscope
    • Achilles’ arms? Please tell me there’s no long rambling speech about shields
    • Only a sentence, good
  • The Cave of the Magician Merlin
    • “No I’ll never be happy again! I’m SO IN LOVE!” :( Grow up kid
    • “I am Dragoon! The Great!” (this is from the great TV show Merlin, when he pretends to be an old sorcerer to get Arthur out of a jam)
    • I love Merlin, so much - never try to trick him, doesn’t ever end well
    • They’re going to fight side by side? Awesome :)
  • Britomart’s Quest
    • Wait I thought it was Achilles’ armor?
    • God why is everyone so dramatic, jeez
  • The Castle of the Churl Malbecco
  • How Britomart Walked through Fire*
    • She slays a freaking dragon - awesome!
    • Be bold? Seriously stupid it’s not THAT hard
  • The Enchanted Chamber
    • Is this gonna be like the beginning of Kingdom Hearts when you pick between the sword, shield, and wand?
  • A Wicked Enchanter
  • Strange Meetings
    • Once again, so dramatic
  • The Golden Girdle
    • Good going girl, you just punched your future man in the face
  • The False Florimell
    • Huh, Florimell won anyway, odd
  • The House of Care
    • They keep meeting incarnations of concepts
    • I know this feeling - my neighbors are so loud it’s ridiculous
  • Two Knights
    • Shame! Shame! Shame!
    • Lots of Shame being flung around here
    • It’s a good thing his arm knows what’s up, at least
    • Well, Beauty works well for people in Arthurian Romance, if nowhere else
    • Thankfully Glauce can keep her head in a crisis
  • How Britomart Ended her Quest

Because it's a lot of fun and I love this show, here's a vid of fun Merlin moments from BBC's Merlin.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Week 10 Essay: A Good Set to Read as a Pair

This week I read the Eskimo Folk Tales unit, and it was a lot of fun. Especially since I read the Alaskan Legends unit last week, and so I had a lot to compare and contrast it with. Both units have to deal with Inuit tribes, yet beyond snowy settings and seal hunting the two don’t really have anything in common.
In the Alaskan Legends unit, you see a lot of stories about where man came from, and why the sun goes away for long periods of time. The stories have a few folk tales but mainly fall more in line with themes common to mythology. The Eskimo Folk Tales unit, on the other hand, was more in line with what you’d expect - lots of stories about families in fantastical situations, ghosts and adopted bears, jealousy, love, that sort of thing. Very little to do with gods and large questions about why the world is as it is, and more general stories of ‘such and such happened to a guy named Bob many years ago’.

Perhaps it’s just a culture thing, but here in the south legends tend to be only a little different than folk tales, so the difference between the two units was honestly a little astounding to me. Many people would call something like Paul Bunyon a folk tale, while the whole title is “The Legend of Paul Bunyon”. Legends are the same as folk tales, just generally a smaller story, fewer characters, closer to home, and a much more localized thing than folktales are. So going into this pair of units, I thought I’d see very similar stories. I was entirely wrong, and pleasantly so. This enabled me a larger bit of the literature pie, so to speak. It wasn’t a few stories told different ways, but a large collection of many different stories. I highly recommend reading this as a pair - it was entirely worth it.

(Korra of the Southern Water Tribe - gif by Viraru)
(I just really love Avatar okay guys?)

Week 10 Storytelling: White Lady on the Moor

Once lived a lady, firm as a king
With no husband or sons to keep
Till the hunters, they brought her a tiny little thing
That needed a warm place to sleep
So took she a bear cub for son
And gained a family where she’d had none

They say that the lady, she stands on the moor
Overlooking the bright cold sea
Yes they say the old lady, she stands on the moor
With eyes that forevermore do see.
Yet shall I pray forever and a day
That her eyes never land on thee

That old lady had loved that cub like a son
And soon he grew tall and free
So mighty was the bear that his teeth did tear
Through hunters who’d approached foolishly.
She wove him a collar to give him a mark
So others would see and their hunt disembark

They say that the lady, she stands on the moor
Overlooking the winter deep
Yes they say the old lady, she stands on the moor
With eyes that nevermore will weep
Yet shall I pray forever and a day
That her eyes never land on thee


The bear was now grown
A magnificently frightful beast
Yet she held it still as her own
Though on men’s flesh he sometimes did feast
Till the tribe they did say
We must now send it away

They say that the lady, she stands on the moor
Solid as the oaken keep
Yes they say the old lady, she stands on the moor
Her revenge always ready to keep
Thus shall I pray forever and a day
That her eyes never land on thee

Angered, the lady unleashed her wrath
And the tribe in their furs did quake
Till good speakers did say good reasons they hath
And this is the tale they spake
If he stays more hunters will show
Mad on the hunt till the cub falls down on bow

Now our little old lady, sad as can be
Went to the bear she called son
Imploring with reason and down on one knee
With weeping the deed was done
And giving a farewell marking of oil
She made him to forever be free of hunter’s toil

They say that the lady, she stands on the moor
Even until this day
Yes they say the old lady, she stands forevermore
Making sure that hunters will pay
If you see a bear with a black side
Run from him fast, run and hide

For the old lady who stands on the moor
Has long ages now been dead
But stands there she more than fourscore
To watch over her cub beloved
The white old lady protects him to this day

Or at least, that’s what they say

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Author's note: In my reading this week there was a story about a lady who raised a polar bear cub. Eventually for his own safety she had to turn him loose, but she smeared his side with oil to mark him so the hunters of her village would know not to hunt him. It then spoke of her going out and watching, looking for him so as to protect him from harm, and the image chilled me to the bone. So, we get this.

Bib: "The Woman Who Had a Bear as a Foster-Son" from Eskimo Folk-Tales by Knud Rasmussen (1921). Web source.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Week 10 Reading Diary: Eskimo Folk Tales

Reading Diary - Eskimo Folk Tales

  • The Coming of Men, A Long, Long While Ago
    • that’s really similar to Choctaw beliefs
    • another flood story
    • zombie rejected, becomes star?
  • N-name, Who Escaped from the Tupilak
  • The Woman Who Had a Bear as a Foster-Son
    • she stands out at dawn to see him leave? Aww.
  • Q-name, Who Passed to the Land of Ghosts
    • do all ghosts switch genders or just Q?
  • I-name
  • The Insects that Wooed a Wifeless Man
    • weird
  • Makite
    • is this story on drugs?
  • A-name, Who Went A-Wandering
    • so you kill liars, but not the man who was actually cheating? What?
  • The Giant Dog*
    • …...
  • Papik, Who Killed His Wife’s Brother
  • P-name, Who Killed his Uncle
  • The Wife Who Lied
    • if all this started because you took one of these women for wife, why would you take more wives from the cannibal tribe?
  • The Eagle and the Whale
  • A-name2, The Great Glutton
    • totally thought that was going to turn into Hansel and Gretel
  • A-name3
    • the mainlanders aren’t very well liked, are they?
  • A-name4
  • T-name and S-name
  • K-name