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OP - June 08, 2014, 05:14 PM

So I'm supposed to write an assignment in New Historicism (literary theory). Anyway, in the assignment I'm supposed to come up with a proposal for a play/poem/short story/whatever and include a simple outline or draft of said work. Then I'm supposed to analyze it from biographical/cultural/historical point of view. Don't mind the latter, I got that under control.

But I have NO IDEA how I'm supposed to include some sort of poem or short story (draft of it). I have no motivation to come up with something myself, so could you guys help me with it? That part isn't gradable, its the analysis of it that is so that's why I'm asking

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Reply #1 - June 08, 2014, 10:54 PM

So you just want any old poem or short story?

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Reply #2 - June 08, 2014, 11:02 PM

I was supposed to come up with my own poem or "first draft" of a short story (again, that part is not graded) and then explain bla bla bla with the theory/method of New Historicism. It's just I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE what kind of poem I should use. I don't write poems, and if I do I would never share them with the world because they suck Now that I think about it, I don't know what kind of help I was expecting. I'm just a bit desperate

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Reply #3 - June 08, 2014, 11:02 PM

Well I'm guessing it has to have alot of content because she also needs to analyze it from a historical and other point of view.

Here CF this is a tip I used to ace assignments like this. Think of the perfect analysis you could write for this assignment and use your answer to create the question.

Just write out a rough idea of how the analysis should be and then include all those ideas in the poem. A type of Reverse engineering if you will.

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Reply #4 - June 08, 2014, 11:03 PM

thanks TDR, that sounds like an idea to work with!

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Reply #5 - June 08, 2014, 11:04 PM

Hey that's cunning. Good thinking.

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Reply #6 - June 08, 2014, 11:22 PM

Nope, still stuck. WTF... :(

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Reply #7 - June 08, 2014, 11:44 PM

CF,
you could just mimic the style of a poem such as Drummer Hodge by Thomas Hardy.

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined -- just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the drummer never knew --
Fresh from his Wessex home --
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His stars eternally.

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Reply #8 - June 08, 2014, 11:45 PM

http://www.humanities360.com/index.php/analysis-of-drummer-hodge-by-thomas-hardy-6103/

Maybe this could give you some inspiration at least.

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Reply #9 - June 08, 2014, 11:48 PM

You could also use this as a stimulus (I've tried to offer you poems that are relatively short so your analysis can be more focused if you decide to adopt their style.)

Robert Frost (1874–1963).

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;     5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,    10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.     15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.     20

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Reply #10 - June 08, 2014, 11:51 PM

Here is a shortlist of Poetry types which you may want to consider:

Acrostic
The first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem is where the first letters of each line spell out the word or phrase.

E.g.

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Reply #11 - June 08, 2014, 11:53 PM

Cinquain

A cinquain poem is a verse of five lines that do not rhyme.

E.g.

Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables

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Reply #12 - June 08, 2014, 11:55 PM

Pantoum

A Pantoum is a type of poem with a verse form consisting of three stanzas. The pattern in each stanza is where the second and fourth line of each verse is repeated as the first and third of the next. The pattern changes though for the last stanza to the first and third line are the second and fourth of the stanza above (penultimate). The last line is a repeat of the first starting line of the poem and the third line of the first is the second of the last.

E.g.

1) As I walk by the riverside
(2) Ripples disturb the water
(3) Fish dart upstream
(4) Fighting against the flow

(2) Ripples disturb the water
(5) Struggling to their destination
(4) Fighting against the flow
(6) In their underwater world

(5) Struggling to their destination
(3) Fish dart upstream
(6) Through the fields and vales and valleys they glide
(1) As I walk by the riverside

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Reply #13 - June 08, 2014, 11:57 PM

Pindaric Ode

A Pindaric Ode is a poem with set meter and rhyme just like all other odes. It is defined by three triads: the strophe and the antistrophe being of the same stanza form and an epode as the final which is different.

Based on an extract from 'The Progress of Poesy' by Thomas Gray

(a) Wake up, you little sleep head, awake
(a) And give great joy to life that's found in dreams
(b) From Nature's most sweet sounding streams

(a) A thousand turns their twisty journeys take
(a) The dancing flowers, that above them blow
(c) Breathe life and music as they flow

(d) Now the vast waves of sound drift along
(d) Deep, beautiful, vast and strong
(e) Through the fields and vales and valleys they glide
(e) And rolling down the mountain side
(f) Daring and carefree the water pours
(f) From the highest edge they jump and falling, they roar.

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Reply #14 - June 08, 2014, 11:58 PM

This is a fun tool which could help you: http://www.languageisavirus.com/automatic_poetry_generator.html

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Reply #15 - June 09, 2014, 03:38 AM

Quote from: Quod Sum Eris on August 09, 2013, 08:24 PM
All halal shall lead to my palace
My exotic pleasure temple
Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable
Pure and obscene
For where pumps the true heart of life
There too seeps corruption
And from this my new Eden of pleasure,
Dark eyes virgins with pale skin and swelling breasts
Opium and roses weaned on tears and blood
Will rise up in lust
And the shadow of my Holy Prophet shalt extend
Himself across the face of the world

Love me
And worship me
I'll lavish you and ravish you
Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too

Many never want to see
Many never want to know
The truth behind their fantasies
Their deepest needs
Let alone be shown them

Love me
And worship me
I'll nurture you and hurt you too
Fulfil all wishes for my sad Mohammad

I'll grant you life beyond your ken
The envy of all other men
Whatever vice will make you spend
Eternity with me

So the slaughter begins
Near the torchlight of a frightened village
Where the rites of unimaginable sin
And the howling on the wind
Chills the blood for fear of spillage

They came from dust and flame
By the Red Sea on dead shores
Shrieking claims of blasphemy

And within a stunning woman
Summoned to the Holy Prophet
Statuesque, but living flesh
Draping beauty about their pagan devils

The beast was loose and beauty party
To the horrors of this sonorous whore
A seducer, Medusa
A frozen Hecate cloned

She comes to him
Like a sandstorm in an hourglass
A whirlwind of desire
He is hypnotised
To think beyond the pale
Beyond heart-stopping eyes
And sopping thighs
He won't fail

Part of the garden, his dark Eden
Fed blood by poisoned fronds
My Holy cause hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of despond
But only now
A path lies straight before him
The maze is ploughed half through with hate
Andpher crop is dripping red

In her grip on shredded sheets
Once his fingertips had dug and clutched
She whispered dreadful things to him

Her kiss has turned dismissive
Her glance holds slight contempt
Instead those eyes burn on the prize
Of fates she really likes to tempt

Just so you know, the above is made of two songs from a band, I saw potential and edited it islamically. Whether or not you can use that since it's edited from the original lyrics I don't know.

`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
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Reply #16 - June 09, 2014, 07:16 AM

^ good poem
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