For my final blog for this month, I felt it only
necessary to address the second work that I am reading in AP Lit class, William
Shakespeare’s Hamlet. While the
classic tale has had its fair share of modern incarnations through film and
other works, the original text (or texts depending on the other versions of the
play) creates critical questions that to this day remain incredibly difficult
to answer, as seen by multiple scenes of the characters themselves asking
questions to one other. To be more specific, I wanted to expand on one of the
key words that we have been indexing throughout the play thus far, which is “duty”.
The idea of fulfilling a role or obligation to someone or being bound by law to
complete a task is a concept that is constantly present throughout the first
act alongside the beginning of the second, which is how much of the play that
we have covered. From the guard’s declaration of “Our duty to your Honor”
(I.ii.275) toward their Prince Hamlet, to Ophelia’s sullen response “I shall
obey, my lord” (I.iii.145) toward her prying father Polonius, complying to the
will of another is an idea that Shakespeare expounds upon through his
characters. Perhaps the most notable example of moral obligation, and the one
that sparks a hefty moral question, is that with Prince Hamlet and his ghostly
King, where the deceased father incites his son to enact revenge on his cunning
uncle Claudius who murdered him the orchard. In response to his father’s
charge, young Hamlet declares “thy commandment all alone shall live within the
book and volume of my brain, unmixed with base matter” (I.v.109-111). Through
these words, Hamlet declares that he shall dedicate his entire being toward
fulfilling his duty to his dead father and the newfound charge he has been
given, setting aside all other obligations he may need to fulfill for the sole
satisfaction of this one. In this way, the morality of the concept of duty and
obligation is brought into question. While Hamlet does in fact feel compelled
by his honor to commit an act of vengeance against his uncle, should he not
question the virtue and morale behind his actions? To what extent can
obligation be carried out without comprising the moral integrity of the person
appointed with the task? It is interesting to note how Hamlet lamented in the
king’s hall earlier about why “the Everlasting had not fixed his canon ‘gainst
[self-slaughter]” (I.ii.135-136), dreading how the commandments of God were the
only thing keeping him among the world of the living. In his duty to God,
Hamlet was willing to give up his selfish wish of taking his own life in order
to maintain his moral integrity. However, Hamlet seems to have no problem
breaking his service to the Lord when it comes to adhering to a new duty that
his dead father has enlisted him into, something that goes directly against the
Bible. Romans 12:19 explicitly states “Do not take revenge, my dear friends,
but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I
will repay,’ says the Lord”. As a man who knows God’s thoughts on suicide,
Hamlet is also certain to know what God has to say about revenge, but is
willing to compromise his faith to satisfy his inner demons that long for hate
and revenge against his Uncle Claudius, and have been stirred up by his father’s
apparition. Through Hamlet, Shakespeare poses the question of not necessarily
of who we are all duty-bound to serve, but what obligations we are willing to
break in order to satisfy our own internal desires and ambitions.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
All Woods Must Fail
For this next blog, I really wanted to return to the
world of JRR Tolkien to simply examine his poetic excerpts from works like The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings and see all that they have to offer outside
the context of the story and what overall message they have for each of us to
hear. When trying to decide which poem to pick, I found one that truly relates
to my life at this moment, caught up in the entangled branches of work, school,
friends, family, and anything else that might get thrown my way. Tolkien’s All Woods Must Fail seems to speak to
this very concept, recognizing the weariness of the wooded world that we all
get lost in at some point in our lives, while at the same time providing the
glimmer of hope that an end to our troubles will one day come and we will be
able to leave the shadowed world of woods far behind. The poem is taken from The Lord of the Rings and serves as an
encouraging thought to the hobbits, who are nearing the end of the Old Forest
that they have been lost in. It opens by saying, “O! Wanderers in the shadowed
land/Despair not! For though dark they stand, All woods there be must end at
last”. While the context in which this poem is derived from is from a very
literal interpretation and standpoint, I believe that Tolkien’s writing
transcends past the story to take on a metaphorical and even biblical
interpretation. Frodo and company may have been literal wanderers through the
forest, but for the rest of us throughout daily life, we have our own forests
that have heavy shadows cast over them. Whether it’s the bustling hallways of a
crowded high school, the narrow side-by-side cubicles in a resented job, or
even our own homes at times, we all know scarily well the places where the
light is shut out and we are trapped by our own surroundings of darkness. In
these times, the world seems like a cruel, bitter, and cold place, but Tolkien
fervently writes to reminds us that this is not the end, that to “all woods
there be must end at last/and see the open sun go past”. Through these words, a
Biblical interpretation could be validated, not surprising since Tolkien
himself was a fervent Christian. From the start, the “shadowed land” could
refer to our own world plagued with sin and death, where so many wander
aimlessly without the knowledge of God and those that do know him are
constantly beaten down by the world and work to their full extent to cast aside
the encroaching shadows. But there is still hope with the coming of the “open
sun”, referring not only to the physical light to cast away darkness, but also
to the coming of Christ that is to wipe all shadows from the earth. Even if it
may be difficult to see, there is an end to the woods, and because of that
knowledge of what is at the end of the woods we cannot let ourselves be trapped
by the forest, but pursue our way through it, and charge headlong to the end
where the sun can be revealed in all its glory. Tolkien ends the poem almost
prophetically, pronouncing, “For east or west all woods must fail”. Again, here
is a beacon of hope to those trapped within their own forests, reminding them
that all woods must fail and give way to the open fields where the sun shines
brightly across a clear blue sky. For that reason, we must remember that all
woods must fail.
All Woods Must Fail
by J R R Tolkien
O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
Despair not! For though dark they stand,
All woods there be must end at last,
And see the open sun go past:
The setting sun, the rising sun,
The day's end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail.
Despair not! For though dark they stand,
All woods there be must end at last,
And see the open sun go past:
The setting sun, the rising sun,
The day's end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
I Sit and Think
While trying to think of a poem to write about for
my next blog, I immediately had the realization that I have not made a single
mention of my favorite author: JRR Tolkien. While I am obviously a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Simillarion, and all things Middle-Earth related, I wanted to
explore a different side of Tolkien that not too many people seem to
appreciate, which is that of his poetry. To begin the exploration, I chose “I
Sit and Think” by Tolkien, because I saw it as a powerful and personal
reflection that is equally moving and mesmerizing because of its somber perspective
of both the life that has been lived, and the future of the world to come. The
poem opens by creating a beautiful backdrop to the narrator sitting there; something
that immediately evokes the ornate sceneries and landscapes that Tolkien
created across the rolling pastures of the Shire and the blinding white capped
Misty Mountains. But alongside the harmonious images lavishly painted across
the words there is also a reflection of how much things have changed over the
course of a lifetime, as he recalls “meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers
that have been/of yellow leaves and
gossamer in autumns that there were”.
However wonderful the sights may have been to the narrator, he now realizes that
they are simply just a memory of a time that has long passed, one where the
beauty of the past can never equate to what he sees now. Here Tolkien himself
can easily be inserted as the narrator, being one whose life spanned across
nearly three quarters of the twentieth century, where several technological
changes occurred that began to replace the beauty of the natural world with
that of industry and advancement. It is both a reflective and harrowing thought
to think of how much the world has changed before one’s own eyes, and even
scarier to think of what will become of the world when one’s own chapter draws
to a close. Such are the narrator’s thoughts when he pictures, “a spring that I
shall [n]ever see”. Life will go on without us, however much we may not wish it
to, but such is the way of the world, and so it shall continue. An even greater
thought is of how even when we are gone, the people that we know will still
carry on with their lives and continue to experience all that this world has to
offer. Tolkien touched on thought within his other writing in The Return of the King, when Frodo
prepares to leave for the Grey Havens and tells Samwise how his, “part of the
Story goes on” (1006). In the same way, Tolkien muses again “of people long
ago/ and
people who will see a world that I shall never know”, a sad truth that all must
come to terms with after the twilight of life has passed over. But until the
final moment comes when all of this must finally come true, the narrator
returns to his peaceful reflections that he reveled in earlier, all the while “listen[ing]
for returning feet and voices at the door”. Personally, I think that those feet
and voices are those of either children or grandchildren who come to visit him,
spending as much time with the narrator as they can before his inevitable
parting. Ultimately, I think the greatest message behind this poem is to enjoy
the fleeting moments of life, and to not dread the unknown of the future, but revel
in your chance to have a chapter of life that was well worth living.
I Sit And Think
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
© J R R Tolkien. All rights
reserved
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Invisible Man: An Opening Observation
It’s a new year, and one thing that means is a whole
new set of books to read for AP Lit, the first of which being Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man. With this book, I feel it
necessary to make a blog similar to my first one on The Age Innocence, that is, one where I look at the prologue and
first chapter of the text and recite my initial thoughts and ideas on what some
of the major underlying themes could possibly be and examine how they could
work into the overall meaning of the book itself. Ralph Ellison, through his nameless
narrator, explores the culture of 1950s America, a culture that America would
like to forget that it was ever a part of, which is one of brutal racial
discrimination and bigotry. It was also one that would have a devastating
effect on those who were forced to suffer through the ceaseless physical and
verbal torture of living in a society that thought them to be not fully human. From
the first few lines in the prologue, the narrator decries in a lament how he is
“surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they
see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination…everything
and anything except me” (Ellison. 3). The ‘invisible man’ that the narrator
calls himself is one who is ignored by society and that constantly has the
views, opinions, and judgments of others pressed upon him. For that he remains
eternally marginalized by society, never to be fully accepted because he can
never be fully seen for how he really is as a person. From the start Ellison
already begins to emphasize the idea of sight and vision and how they both tie
into the question of reality. The narrator comments on this himself, saying he
must “walk softly so as not to awaken the sleeping ones. Sometimes it is best
not to… [For] there are few things in the world as dangerous” (Ellison 5). The
narrator remarks how everyone else around him is trapped inside the illusion of
their dreams, blind to truth of reality that awaits them if they were to open
their eyes and see the light of day for themselves. But instead, they choose to
stay locked away in their fantasy, where they believe to have a tight grip of
control over life, a falsehood that the narrator recognizes would be better
left undisturbed. This is also why the narrator is so physically attracted to
the light, because it “confirms my reality, gives birth to my form” (Ellison.
6). With every light that he surrounds himself with in the hotel basement, the
narrator can rest assured that it is he who remains surrounded by the truth and
enlightenment that comes with the light, much like the freed prisoner in Plato’s
“Allegory of the Cave” who reveled in the free air and sun burning bright in
the sky that helped him to identify it is as truth and all the past shadows in
the cave as mere illusions. To conclude, I want to step outside the Prologue
and delve into Chapter 1, where there were several key analytical points that
need to be discussed. In short, the chapter revolves around the narrator having
given a graduation speech and is called to give it at a ballroom with other
classmates, but turns into a battle royal in which the blacks are forced to
fight each other for entertainment. But before they are forced to fight, a
naked blonde struts across the ring and is eyed out by all the men and is
barely able to escape from the hands of the drunk men surrounding her. To the
woman the narrator thinks, “I wanted at the same time to run from the room…or
go to her and cover…to love her and murder her, to hide from her” (Ellison 19).
I feel like this moment is important because it shows both how the narrator
hates how he is falling to the same lustful desires as the vicious white men
who have propped him up in the ring, but that also he sees a bit of himself in
that woman. He sees a person who has been propped up solely for the
entertainment of others, and a person who will never be valued for whatever
they may have to offer on any moral or intellectual grounds, but instead will
be forced to adhere to strict physical appearance. And just like the woman, he
is ultimately doomed to fall to the hands of the cruel upper white men and
forced to do whatever they want, which for him meant being forced to fight
other blacks and forced to kneel onto an electrocuted rug in a vain attempt to
grab some money. The narrator knows after seeing the blonde woman, that they
are both doomed to suffer the same curse of invisibility.
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