tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4378750057798503882024-03-13T05:51:52.773-07:00Literary CriticismAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-12740248164888259992013-01-28T21:12:00.000-08:002013-01-28T21:12:16.441-08:00American Pragmatism<span style="background-color: white;"></span>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span dir="auto"><span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,monospace;">The
development of Schopenhauer's ideas took place very early in his career
(1814–1818) and culminated in the publication of the first volume of <i>Will and Representation</i> in 1819. This first volume consisted of four books - covering his epistemology, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ontology" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: initial;" title="Ontology">ontology</a>,
aesthetics and ethics, in order. Much later in his life, in 1844,
Schopenhauer published a second edition in two volumes, the first a
virtual reprint of the original, and the second a new work consisting of
clarifications to and additional reflections on the first. His views
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belated fame after 1851 st<span style="background-color: #e06666;"></span>imulated renewed interest in his seminal
work, and led to a third and final edition with 136 more pages in 1859,
one year before his death. In the preface to the latter, Schopenhauer
noted: "If I also have at last arrived, and have the satisfaction at the
end of my life of seeing the beginning of my influence, it is with the
hope that, according to an old rule, it will last longer in proportion
to the lateness of its beginning."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span dir="auto"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Schopenhauer used the word <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_%28philosophy%29" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: initial;" title="Will (philosophy)">"will"</a> as
a human's most familiar designation for the concept that can also be
signified by other words such as "desire," "striving," "wanting,"
"effort," and "urging." Schopenhauer's philosophy holds that all nature,
including man, is the expression of an insatiable <i>will to life</i>. It is through the will that mankind finds all their suffering. Desire for more is what causes this suffering.</span></span></span></div>
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<span dir="auto"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: black;">He used the word <i>representation</i> (<i>Vorstellung</i>)
to signify the mental idea or image of any object that is experienced
as being external to the mind. It is sometimes translated as <i>idea</i> or <i>presentation</i>. This concept includes the representation of the observing subject's own body. Schopenhauer called the subject's own body the <i>immediate object</i> because it is in the closest proximity to the mind, which is located in the brain.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
all know that all significant changes throughout history have occurred
not because of nations, armies, governments and certainly not
committees.</span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We just can't wake up one morning and change the world.We need to take one small step at a time</span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-75465379785149091942013-01-28T20:58:00.002-08:002013-01-28T20:58:13.820-08:00Post-colonial Theory<tt><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,monospace;"><u> Ganito kami noon, Paano kayo ngayon?</u></span></span></tt><br />
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A young Filipino living at the end of the 19th century has his own
agenda for his life -- he wants to travel and experience new places. His
agenda is cut short when he inadvertently gets involved with a whole
underground of marginal characters, including one priest who is a father
in both the clerical and secular sense of the term and needs to find
his son. Both the young man and the priest gain in following and power
as the Filipino revolt against the Spaniards grows. Complicating
everything is
<span id="movieSynopsisRemaining"> an attractive woman, and
the young man will soon have to decide which direction he really wants
to take -- that of a revolutionary leader, or the solitary wanderer that
still resides somewhere inside him.</span><br />
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<span id="movieSynopsisRemaining"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><u>Ganito kami noon, Paano kayo ngayon is an example of Post-Colonialism Theory. This story
situates the readers to the history and it shows the negative impacts that a
colonized country has undergone. It features men dealing with poverty and its
impact on women's lives. The play melds <span style="font-size: small;">the </span>dark realities of
life under the Spaniards. The reality of this story being adapted from the ideas which
surrounds a colonized country is perfectly considered under the
post-colonialism literary theory. </u></i></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-70843586155659276552013-01-28T20:42:00.003-08:002013-01-28T20:42:39.033-08:00New CriticismTed Kooser - A Birthday Poe<br />
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<pre><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.</span></span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u> </u><u><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">O<span style="font-size: small;">ur<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>life</span></span><span style="line-height: 36px;"> is too short, we don't know when we will die or until when we will be
alive so we must treasure every minute of our lives. To everything there
is a season and a time to every purpose under the heavens; a time to be
born and a time to die; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to
get and a time to lose; a time to keep silence and a time to speak; a
time to love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time for peace, but
what really matter is on how you spend those times correctly and
justly. Treasure those who are always there and makes you happy because
you can never realize their importance until they were gone.</span></span></u></span></pre>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-29078295237385767362013-01-28T20:32:00.001-08:002013-01-28T20:33:29.901-08:00Readers ResponseCharles Bukowski - For The Foxes<br />
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<pre>don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain
who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.
juggling mates
and
attitudes
their
confusion is
constant
and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.
beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."
and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God
for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.
don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone
for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.
I am a dog walking
backwards
I am a broken
banjo
I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio
I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.
put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.</pre>
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<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The poem For the Foxes by Charles Bukowski is about a man</span></span></u></pre>
<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> who never feels sorry for himself, because for him "Sorry"</span></span></u></pre>
<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> is a word for those who are weak, and in this poem, </span></span></u></pre>
<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He is not weak, perhaps, He just wanted people not to feel sorry for him.</span></span></u></pre>
<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Like the lesson learned from the poem, I also don't feel sorry for my self,</span></span></u></pre>
<pre><u><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">because we are the ones who are making the history in our life. </span></span></u></pre>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-66947007352328394912013-01-28T20:23:00.000-08:002013-01-28T20:23:05.686-08:00Psycho Analytic<i><b>The Emperor's New Groove</b></i><br />
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<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_The_Emperor%27s_New_Groove_characters#Kuzco" title="List of The Emperor's New Groove characters">Kuzco</a> is the selfish 18 year old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor" title="Emperor">emperor</a> of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inca_Empire" title="Inca Empire">Inca Empire</a>. He summons <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_The_Emperor%27s_New_Groove_characters#Pacha" title="List of The Emperor's New Groove characters">Pacha</a>,
the leader of a nearby village, to inform him that he is building his
enormous summer home, Kuzcotopia, on the site of Pacha's house, thus
rendering Pacha and his family homeless. Pacha attempts to protest, but
is dismissed. Kuzco's advisor <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_The_Emperor%27s_New_Groove_characters#Yzma" title="List of The Emperor's New Groove characters">Yzma</a> and her dim-witted right-hand man <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_The_Emperor%27s_New_Groove_characters#Kronk_Pepikrankenitz" title="List of The Emperor's New Groove characters">Kronk</a>
then try to poison Kuzco so that Yzma can take control of the empire,
but the supposed poison turns out to be a potion which turns Kuzco into a
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Llama" title="Llama">llama</a> rather than killing him.<br />
After knocking Kuzco unconscious, Yzma orders Kronk to dispose of
him, but conscience-stricken Kronk loses the sack holding Kuzco. Kuzco
ends up in Pacha's village, accuses Pacha of kidnapping him and demands
that Pacha help him return to the palace. Pacha refuses unless Kuzco
builds his summer home elsewhere, and Kuzco attempts to find his own way
home. He ends up surrounded by a pack of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaguar" title="Jaguar">jaguars</a>,
only to be saved by Pacha. Meanwhile, Yzma assumes command of the
nation, but when Kronk reveals he never killed Kuzco, the two head out
and begin to search the local villages for him.<br />
Kuzco feigns agreement with Pacha's demand, and Pacha leads him back
toward the palace. They stop at a roadside diner, and Yzma and Kronk
arrive shortly after. Pacha overhears Yzma discussing their plans to
kill Kuzco, and attempts to warn him. Kuzco, doesn't believe him and
returns to Yzma, only to overhear Yzma and Kronk discussing that they
are seeking to kill him, and that the kingdom does not miss him. Kuzco
realizes Pacha was right, but Pacha has left. After a repentant Kuzco
spends the night alone in the jungle, the two reunite with Pacha having
forgiven Kuzco. They race back to the palace, with Yzma and Kronk
chasing them, although temporarily impeded to their frustration by
Pacha's family, until the pursuers get hit by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lightning" title="Lightning">lightning</a> and fall into a chasm.<br />
Kuzco and Pacha arrive at Yzma's laboratory only to find that their
pursuers somehow got there first. Kronk changes sides after a vicious
tongue-lashing from Yzma who insults his cooking, and gets dropped down a
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trapdoor" title="Trapdoor">trapdoor</a>.
Yzma summons the palace guards, forcing Kuzco and Pacha to grab all of
the transformation potions they can and flee. After trying several
formulas that convert Kuzco to other animals, and then back to a llama,
they escape the guards (but not Yzma) and find they are down to only two
vials. Yzma accidentally steps on one of the two, turning herself into a
tiny kitten. She still almost manages to obtain the antidote, but is
thwarted by the sudden reappearance of Kronk. Kuzco becomes human again
and sets out to redeem himself, building a small summer cabin on the
hill next to Pacha's home at the peasant's invitation. Meanwhile,
outdoorsman Kronk becomes a scout leader, with kitten-Yzma forced to be a
member of the troop.<br />
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piece is under Psychoanalytic theory <span style="font-size: small;"><b>because</b></span> it contains the qualities which
perceive it. Like for example, in the story, the psychological material was
expressed indirectly by using a flashback as the story goes on. The character
particularly, Kuzco represents several thoughts/image which you didn’t expect
to. His delusion was kept and only at the end where the story clears out. It
was an interesting story for this literary piece stirs the mind of the readers
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-37708177102014700372013-01-28T20:05:00.003-08:002013-01-28T20:05:23.107-08:00Existencialism<b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Misty Row by B.K. Shropshire</span></span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This story is written in t5he old-fashioned soap opera style. However, ans in warning, this novel is very sexually explicit and, sometimes quite graphic. Its definitely adult reading. The characters are over-the-top, yet very real and very gritty. They are passionate, often times selfish, and they all have their own agendas. Most times events are shocking and downright outrageous. Along with the dram humor is implemented...in sort of a black comedy style. (Put intended.) Some themes focus are on adoption, mental illness, relationships and sex, (both homosexual and heterosexual, in nature) romance, love or hate, family conflict, betrayal, sibling rivalry, and what happens when secrets and lies erupt and finally explode. The basic elements of the soap genre are all there: including backstabbing, plotting, love affairs, forbidden passions, and ragging emotions.Definitely escape, fantasy reading, yet very real much based in the seeds of life's harsh and eye-opening realities.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><u> The story depicts the Existencialism today, now a days, there are some immoral acts that are been practice by the youth today. Such as homosexual acts and heterosexual acts. Futhermore, in relation to existencialism, it only shows what are the new norms existing today.</u></i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-56675190500329496012013-01-28T05:28:00.001-08:002013-01-28T19:43:05.677-08:00Marxism<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Conquered City by Victor Serge </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1919–1920: St. Petersburg, city of the czars, has fallen to the
Revolution. Camped out in the splendid palaces of the former regime, the
city’s new masters seek to cement their control, even as the
counterrevolutionary White Army regroups. <i>Conquered City</i>, Victor
Serge’s most unrelenting narrative, is structured like a detective
story, one in which the new political regime tracks down and eliminates
its enemies—the spies, speculators, and traitors hidden among the mass
of common people. </span> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Conquered City</i> is about terror: the
Red Terror and the White Terror. But mainly about the Red, the
Communists who have dared to pick up the weapons of power—police, guns,
jails, spies, treachery—in the doomed gamble that by wielding them
righteously, they can put an end to the need for terror, perhaps
forever. <i>Conquered City</i> is their tragedy and testament. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><b> This is all about communism, which only means that those who have powers are the one who controls the country. Like for instance, the Philippines was been controlled by those foreign countries who overused their powers. In addition, we should bare in mind that we should use our powers carefully and properly, never overuse it.</b></i> </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-55265686607641036572013-01-28T05:15:00.000-08:002013-01-28T05:56:05.117-08:00HumanismFinding the Green Stone by Alice in Wonder Land(1991)<br />
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Right at this time, in a small community on Earth, live a brother and a sister who have identical, iridescent green stone.The stones shines brightly and are small enough to fit into their hands. The children price their stones and often play with them, taking them out of their pockets and holding them up to the sun, putting them on the clear water of the seaside among the rocks and plucking them out again, and so on. They are very happy with their stones. <br />
But one day, Johny the brother, lost his green stone. He looked everywhere for it. Then he looked at her sister Katie's green stone, and because his green stone is missing, he imagined that hers looked bigger and shinier than ever. He thought that maybe <br />
his green stone has disappear into hers. "You've stolen my green stone!", he said. "No way," said Katie.<br />
Johny frowned at her and tried to grab her green stone- and even the memory of his own stone vanished.<br />
As the days pass, Johny became very dull and sat for hours at the big tree in the center of the community. But Katie had never forgot that Johny once possessed his very own brightly glowing stone, exactly like hers. And everyday, while he sat under the tree fuming and casting mean looks at everybody who passed and sometimes muttering nasty things as well, she brought him her green stone to hold and reminded that he had once had one too.<br />
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<i><b><u>We should be contented on what we have and take good care on all the things that God have given to us. In addition, we should never try to steal anybody's belongings even if it their belongings are attractive and expensive. We should take good care of our belongings and keep it in a safe, so that when the timecomes, we can still use it as if it is still new. </u></b></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-5079646930849416042013-01-28T04:26:00.000-08:002013-01-28T05:56:44.876-08:00New Historicism<b> "Hope: A Tragedy" by Auslander</b><br />
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<b>The rural town of Stockton, New York, is famous for nothing: no one was born there, no one died there, nothing of any historical import at all has ever happened there, which is why Solomon Kugel, like other urbanites fleeing their pasts and histories, decided to move his wife and young son there.
To begin again. To start anew. But it isn’t quite working out that way for Kugel…
His ailing mother stubbornly holds on to life, and won’t stop reminiscing about the Nazi concentration camps she never actually suffered through. To complicate matters further, some lunatic is burning down farmhouses just like the one Kugel bought, and when, one night, he discovers history—a living, breathing, thought-to-be-dead specimen of history—hiding upstairs in his attic, bad quickly becomes worse.
Hope: A Tragedy is a hilarious and haunting examination of the burdens and abuse of history, propelled with unstoppable rhythm and filled with existential musings and mordant wit. It is a comic and compelling story of the hopeless longing to be free of those pasts that haunt our every present.</b><br />
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<i><b>Interpretation:</b></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><u><b> </b></u></i></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><u>Our life is full of surprises, sometimes we encounter mysteries and miracles which lead us to happiness.The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts. It is
an experience that the source of happiness is found in searching of the
truth and the beauty that lies in the eye of the beholder. In this story,
it only shows the positive view of a person towards life no matter what
happened. It also shows the appreciation of people towards a person. </u></i></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16816042695364163774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-437875005779850388.post-31758881240972178712013-01-28T03:35:00.000-08:002013-01-28T04:25:10.810-08:00FEMINISM: The Magicians Assistant by Anne Patche<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNpULyr6lY/UQZf3FD2pDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rsEWEqtDwGg/s1600/4-94aa30ce9e.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnNpULyr6lY/UQZf3FD2pDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rsEWEqtDwGg/s320/4-94aa30ce9e.jpg" width="198" /></a>
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Love conquers all. This story only depicts that through hardships it is still love that controls the relationship. Furthermore, it is the woman who always suffer in the relationship. It's just that, we cannot get or have all that we want., </b></i></span></a>
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