Showing posts with label Week 11. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Week 11. Show all posts

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.