tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51306828498747617772023-11-16T04:59:35.897-08:00Coleridge Comberbache, the Man of Two Names.<center><big><big>Dedicated to the wonderful Romantic poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge!</big></big></center>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-88030818125924501122011-01-05T18:14:00.000-08:002011-01-05T18:14:07.642-08:00Kubla Khan Response<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I cannot decide if <a href="http://poetry.eserver.org/kubla-khan.html">Kubla Khan</a> could be about how some parts of nature are good and some parts are bad or if it is more about religion, God vs. the Devil. It could be about nature being good and bad because in some parts it talks about trees and the sea, which seem like they are good, then it talks about shadows and ice, which seem like they are bad. The reason I think this is because of how Coleridge describes the different scenes of nature is very detailed it is like I am standing there looking at everything. It is also like he is painting a picture with words to tell a blind person what is around them so that they can see their surroundings which makes it seem very real. But then it talks about a woman, Coleridge narrates this section, and he sees himself in the poem, which could be like God, then more towards the end of the poem it talks about a man and how we should beware of him with, “His flashing eyes, his floating hair!” which could be like the Devil. Also when it says, “</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">By woman wailing for her demon-lover!” could also be like the Devil because of the demon part. When </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">it says, “For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise,” which could be like Adam and Eve with the forbidden fruit. Or maybe the nature and religion go hand in hand like Shovel and Pail from <u>Blue’s Clues</u> and I am just not quite getting the connection between the two of them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Overall I thought that this was an interesting poem to read since it does not make sense to me I was made to think more and look deeper into it to try and find the meaning. Compared to <u>Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner</u> I think I like this one more because it is more of a visual poem and it is not extremely long so I stayed more focused on what was being said instead of just trying to read it to be done with it. </span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-3022250610058672592011-01-04T22:07:00.000-08:002011-01-04T22:07:24.162-08:00Two Thumbs Up For This Blog!<div class="ii gt" id=":73"><div id=":74"> <div class="MsoNormal">Here I’ll be exploring a great blog site name Different Perspectives on Samuel Coleridge’s Poetry made by Amanda, Yev and Stephan and Henley</div><div class="MsoNormal">Click here to go straight to the site: <a href="http://superrainbowtrouts.blogspot.com/">Blog Site!</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This blog did a wonderful job explaining Coleridge works and his life. I liked how they had a biography part about Coleridge so someone who didn’t know who he was would be able to get a better understanding of this poet. </div><div class="MsoNormal">There are some really cool icons of a spinning globe on this blog that I thought was a plus! I enjoyed looking at the picture because it helped me comprehend the content of the post both visually and mentally. The title of each post captivates you to read it. They are very creative with their title choices. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I liked how they break down some of Coleridge’s well known poem then explains the meaning of them. They have interesting information not just on Coleridge’s poems but fun miscellaneous facts about him too. It helps keep the reader interested. I like the video of the spoken version of Kubla Khan. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The background is simple yet easy to navigate. The font is easy to read and it doesn’t get washed out by the background. There was nothing too overly dramatic that would be annoying to the reader. Everything is clear and understandable.<span> </span>The title of the blog ‘Different Perspectives on Samuel Coleridge’s Poetry’ is concise and explains exactly what they will be talking about. The purpose of the blog is clear. The contents are accurate and credible. </div><div class="MsoNormal">After visiting the blog I have learned several new information about Coleridge that I never knew before. The Christabel story that Yevgeniy talked about made me very interested in reading it myself.<span> </span>I found Henley's post on ‘the type who write in sleep’ a very amusing read. I didn’t notice till now that the poem Kubla Khan resembles so much like an act of sex. All of the blog members did a great job providing information on Samuel Coleridge. This is a wonderful site to check out if you don’t know or want to learn more about who Coleridge was. </div></div></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-69508531569497725132011-01-04T20:40:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:40:43.992-08:00Samuel Coleridge's Life<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> <a href="http://kirjasto.sci.fi/coleridg.htm">Samuel T. Coleridge</a> was born in 1772 in Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire. He was the youngest out of 10 kids and his parents, John Coleridge and Ann Bowdon, loved him very much. Coleridge liked his childhood and started reading books as early as six years old. Coleridge went off to Christ’s Hospital School, which was in London, after his dad died. After being at school for awhile he left in 1793 to join the 15<sup>th</sup> Light Dragoons because he had a large amount of debt that needed to get paid off and he was leaving behind a bad relationship. When Coleridge joined the 15<sup>th</sup> Light Dragoons he enlisted under a different name, Silias Tomkin Comberbache. But soon after he enlisted he found that he did not fit in and people started saying that he was insane.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In 1795 he married Sara Fricker even though he didn’t love her. His collection of Poems on Various Subjects was published in 1796 and in 1797 Poems was published. Also in 1797 he met William Wordsworth and Wordsworth’s wife, Dorothy, and became very good friends with them. After becoming friends with Wordsworth they both wrote the Lyrical Ballads that started with “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. It is said that this ballad was based on Captain James Cook’s voyage from 1772 to 1775. Coleridge was given 150 pounds from Josiah and Thomas Wedgewood which started his career. From 1798 to 1799 Wordsworth, Dorothy, and Coleridge went to Germany where Coleridge studied at Gottingen University. In 1799 Coleridge met Sara Hutchinson and fell in love with her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Coleridge had become addicted to opium because that would take away his neuralgic and rheumatic pains. In 1804 he took a trip to Malta to find a better way to deal with his problems instead of being on opium. He stayed in Malta for awhile and then returned to England. Sara Hutchinson and Coleridge wrote and edited the magazine The Friend in 1809 to 1810. In 1808-1818 he gave a few lectures in London. Coleridge’s friendship he had with Wordsworth became very unsteady in 1810; unfortunately they never completely rekindled their once great friendship. Not that long after Wordsworth and Coleridge’s friendship dwindled down to nothing Coleridge was thinking of suicide. In 1816 Christabel and Kubla Khan were published. Coleridge died on July 25, 1834 in Highgate, which is near London. </span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-19048624219403867952011-01-04T19:22:00.000-08:002011-01-05T16:52:44.320-08:00Quotes and Explainations.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the following text I will provide some quotes that Samuel Taylor Coleridge spoke. I will also be explaining what I believe each quote means and how it is important and beneficial to live by this advice.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.”</span></span><span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I’m sure that every high schooler has been in some sort of drama or fight that a rumor played a great part of. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And rumors can harm great friendships and do a lot of damage to people. If you have ever heard a rumor about you I would bet that it didn’t make you feel very good about yourself and probably made you feel worse if someone you thought was your friend actually believed the things that were being said about you. You feel like they should know you better than that right? What Coleridge is saying in this quote is that rumors hurt. And even though you’re not the one who “started it” just by listening and talking about it with others makes you just as guilty as the person who did start the lies. It is important in life for you to learn that not everything you hear is the truth. And you need to rely solely on your own judgment of the person. Don’t judge a book by its cover. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.”</span></span><span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Dear Women, the meaning of life is not to be the hottest most wanted person in the world. When you meet your creator (who ever that may be) do you think that they care about how many people desired you in your life? Do you think that your future husband or children care about that? The correct answer would be no. I walk the halls of my high school and see a bunch of young girls with obviously no self-respect. Or clothes for that matter. What Coleridge is saying is that there is more to life then getting attention from the opposite sex. You only have one life so live it to the fullest. Don’t worry about what people think of you, it only matters what you think of yourself. This is a highly beneficial skill to learn because you want to be able to be independent and you must learn to love yourself. Confidence and respct for yourself is what gets you a good man. </span></span></span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-66188761510302410842011-01-04T17:57:00.000-08:002011-01-04T18:46:48.170-08:00Science vs Nature<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.qotd.org/search/search.html?aid=6142&page=8">“To sentence a man of true genius to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill,”</a> is a quote by Samuel T. Coleridge. This quote shows how the Romantic poets, not just Coleridge, thought that science over nature would never let people reach their full potential. Meaning that if you put an extremely smart man in a school then he would never be allowed to expand his knowledge past the curriculum in which he was appointed to. He could never reach his full potential as a person, in knowledge, just like if someone was to put a racehorse on a treadmill. If someone was to put a racehorse on a treadmill then it will only be able to go as fast as the treadmill would let it, never being able to reach the speed it is capable of, making the horse useless. But if the horse were to be taken the off the treadmill and just let it run on its own then it would be able to reach astronomical speeds, which would fulfill what it was made for and reach its full potential as a racehorse. If the man was not sentenced to go to school then he would be able to explore and understand things at a much more deeper level without having the school’s curriculum holding him back or pulling him down. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also he would reach his full potential as a person and be able to contribute to society more than other people could because he has gotten to the point where he can use his knowledge to become more helpful.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This quote can also show how Coleridge thought that science was less important compared to nature. The racehorse represents nature and the treadmill represents science, if the racehorse is never put on the treadmill, in other words nature is not involved with science, then it can run at a higher pace than its fellow competitors. To relate this to the man and school is simple, the man is like the racehorse and the school is like the treadmill. If the man is not involved with school then he can explore things at his own pace to get a better and deeper understanding of things.</span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-49710231345659337382011-01-04T17:11:00.000-08:002011-01-04T17:11:29.214-08:00The Best of Blake<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.theworksofwb.blogspot.com/">The Best of Blake</a> by Becca Gaulke, Kendal Kern, and Pang Thao was the blog I decided to take a deeper look at instead of just browsing through it like I did with the rest of the blogs. What I found the most interesting was how their blog had a nice background and a good layout which made the blog easy to read. I liked how the posts didn’t seem boring enough that I felt like falling asleep or scrolling to the bottom of the page right away to see if it was even going to be worth my time. I also like that when one of them would talk about a quote they didn’t just put the quote and start writing they made the quote slide across the screen which made it easier to read and it caught my eye; it was like a big arrow that said read me! Also the quotes that they have on there are kind of catchy and interesting to think about. Also the quotes are very relatable to real life. Becca talked about a quote by Blake, “Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made up of contradiction,” and it really got my attention the most because her interpretation of it is really good. Also I feel that, after reading her interpretation, it describes Blake very well, which would help someone who doesn’t know anything about him understand what he was all about. Although none of them talked about one video that they put up it was still entertaining to watch. The video was a poem animation of “The Tiger” which was both interesting and creepy. It was interesting to see a picture of Blake recite his own poem even long after he has been dead. But yet it was also creepy because it reminded me of something that would be considered “evil” out of a Disney movie like <u>Snow White</u> or something. I would recommend this blog to someone who doesn’t know anything about Romanticism because it has a nice layout that could appeal to that person’s tastes and it is very informative.</span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-71366355750813958232011-01-04T16:08:00.001-08:002011-01-05T16:42:42.552-08:00Melting Possibilities, A Prose Poem<img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI5NDE4NTc4Nzc*MCZwdD*xMjk*MTg2MDk*NTUyJnA9Njk*MzAxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*zMDAzOGI5OGQ*YzY*/MjYwYjA4Mzg*MDBjNjBmN2JjNyZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I need to understand the colors and the rhythm of my subconscious mind. How can I put together the pieces, to make them fit into a reality? Will my reality and my dreams exist within the same realm of possibilities, or do they have separate lives. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One is experiencing the shades of colors I never knew I could understand. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s painted with aqua blues as deep as the ocean of your eyes. And reds that fire wishes they could burn. In my dreams I see perfection melted within chaos. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s beautiful. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I can run on grass that surpasses skyscrapers, I can breathe in water and feel fuller of life than I did when I breathed in air. I’ll never leave. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until the cold chill of life creeps back into the frontal lobe of my brain. I awaken to the harsh elements of being seventeen. The dream scape in which I thrive in, that surrounded me, vanishes, without so much as a proper goodbye. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And my brain goes to functional stage. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This reality is dulled of colors, with greens that machines created from chemicals of a toxic substance. And yellows that could pass as a dirty white. Yet this is what any red blooded American sees as beautiful. How do I make my dreams and reality coincide with each other? To make them one would seem effortless to the traveling wanderer. But to the fast pace city slicker they will never be near the same time zone. Leaving me to wonder if I’m a vagabond or a CEO at heart. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Will my old dreams break down into a new reality? They can live together, in a spectrum where my brain and heart breathe in the same ideas and feelings. Where they can be one. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This I believe I can do. Can you?</span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-90037423762526974172011-01-04T15:56:00.000-08:002011-01-04T15:59:21.293-08:00Personal Kubla Khan ReflectionAfter reading "<a href="http://poetry.eserver.org/kubla-khan.html">Kubla Khan</a>" by Coleridge I was a bit confused on what he was really trying to say. I knew prior to reading this that Coleridge had been addicted to opium and was no doubt under the influence of opium while writing this. I then guessed that "Kubla Khan" would be a more different poem than what I was used to reading, more… unrealistic and jumbled.<br />
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After re-reading the poem it began to make more sense to me, and Michelle’s (MD) comment on the poem, how she seemed to dissect the poem, made it easier for me to understand. I feel like Coleridge is saying how Kubla Khan had a good thing going for him, being in a place with “gardens bright with sinuous rills, where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; and here were forests ancient as the hills, enfolding sunny spots of greenery” (Kubla Khan, Coleridge [lines 7-11]). To me it feels like he could be in the Garden of Eden. Which also makes me wonder how he could “be there” if the only two humans as the story goes are Adam and Eve, how is there spouse to be another person? Maybe in his lucid sleep he began to be taking the role of Adam. Or maybe because he is male he can relate to Adam and see what he sees.<br />
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Once I started getting into the meat of the poem it really got my head spinning. He leaves the garden and then there’s a woman singing? That wasn’t what confused me, what confused me was how he was so in love with her song that it could win him over but than other people are screaming beware beware. Is it like how Eve took the apple from the tree and now women sort of hold this perception of being bad and sinful? But at the very end of the poem he was drunk off the milk of paradise, I feel confused because the woman was said to be someone you watch out for and now he’s in paradise? So maybe it’s like he knows he’s in a bad place because he left the beautiful garden and now he’s in somewhere terrible but there is a woman who is singing and won him over with her song and if he closes his eyes and listens he is in paradise because he’s making the most out of the situation? Yeah let’s go with that, I could be totally off, but from what I had read that’s how I would interpret it. Or maybe he’s just really homesick for the garden. Either way I think Coleridge really got me thinking and painted such a beautiful picture with his words I felt like I could see everything he described. This is one of my favorite poems by him.<br />
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A video from David Olney reading out loud "Kubla Khan"The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-21990553762744728822011-01-04T10:15:00.000-08:002011-01-04T19:38:30.634-08:00Response to Kubla Khan Click on the link below to find the poem of Samuel Coleridge's "Kubla Klan." <br />
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<a href="http://www.online-literature.com/coleridge/640/">Kubla Khan- Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><br />
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</div> Kubla Khan or A Vision in a Dream was written in 1798. It is a poem that uses intricate language to portray a vision or dream that Coleridge had. Coleridge claimed that the poem was written in an opium-induced haze. While Coleridge slept, he had fantastic vision and composed it instantly after he awoke from his sleep.<br />
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Kubla Khan is a man of great power; bearing the title of an Asian ruler. Kubla lives in a place called Xandu. Xanadu is a synonym for "paradise" or "utopia". The land is described with lush fields, gardens and forests. Kubla Khan wants to build a place of freedom and relaxation called the "stately pleasure-dome." The landscape surrounding Kubla's domain is wild and untamed, covered by forests and cut by sacred Alphs River. Coleridge then describes a deep crack in the earth, hidden under a grove of dense trees. Here the poem shifts from balance and tranquility to disturbance.<br />
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The next part shows the savage and violence of life outside of the “pleasure dome.” It describes nature and images of evil and war mixed together. Coleridge gives description of a violent eruption. Coleridge uses images such as the palace was haunted by a woman wailing for her demon lover. This image of a woman bound to evil brings out the dark side of light with only the “waning moon” to hear her cry.<br />
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Coleridge then changes the topic and tells us about a vision or dream he once had. In this vision or dream, he saw a maiden playing a dulcimer (a stringed instrument) singing about a mountain. Coleridge has become so moved by the music that he wished he could revive it. He imagines that his vision has become so real that it can actually scare people, and make them cry out “Beware, Beware!” There are images of two women in the poem and they are a direct contrast to each other, one representing evil, and the Abyssinian maid exotic and beautiful.<br />
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Xanadu symbolizes the Garden of Eden; it is lovely and innocent, surrounded by evil and the constant threat of destruction. Coleridge, having “drank the milk of Paradise” depicts how badly he wants to return to the utopia. Kubla Khan is one of the oddest poems I have read by far. I enjoyed the intense image and mysterious descriptions of Coleridge writing style.The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-21222998221753246802011-01-03T19:58:00.000-08:002011-01-04T15:38:03.012-08:00Percy Shelley Blog--READ NOW!Click <a href="http://percyshelleypoet.blogspot.com/">here</a> to visit the amazing site dedicated to the romantic poet Percy Shelley. This blog was created by Chrisy Vo, Jacky Bertholomey, and McKenzie DeWitt. You can even see these beautiful ladies for yourselves because they have provided their pictures on the blog itself! The blog is quite visually pleasing with the great color scheme. This well done blog has a lot of good information about Shelley, including poems written by Shelley. The poems they post and talk about have many different themes. The themes can vary from nature, death to life, and spiritual differences. This blog also has quite a lot of great videos and pictures to help better understand and visualize what Shelley was really saying in his poems. What I really enjoyed was the different interesting pictures that were put into the blog to make it more interesting and more visually appealing. The video's and pictures also helped me visualize and enjoy learning the information more because it wasn't all only text. Everyone appreciates a nice short summary or only needing to listen every once in a while! A cool video that I saw on the blog was of a British lady reciting the poem "The Cloud" while you could read long with the words of the poem located below the video. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean hello, everyone likes a nice British person talking to you. If you don’t want to read you could then just see a nice picture of a cloud in the background!! Which must be nice for those who live in Oregon to be able to see a nice picture of a cloud on a sunny day. Warning: It can make you very sleepy. I know this because I seriously almost fell asleep. Well having it been late at night and my electric blanket going could of also contributed to that. Something else that I think is really useful is there is not a bunch of useless information that makes the post go on and on and literally puts you to sleep. The information that is used is clear, interesting, and right to the point. This blog is a great resource if you want to learn about the great romantic poet Percy Shelley!!<br />
You only have to click <a href="http://percyshelleypoet.blogspot.com/">here.</a>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-32933585339476246962011-01-02T19:56:00.000-08:002011-01-02T19:56:49.047-08:00My Prose Poem<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus is my name. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus is strong, brave, determined, fearless, protective, and fierce. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus would fight you until death. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus would chase you down if you tried to do anything to his family. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus would tear you to pieces without thinking twice. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus is the alpha male. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Brutus is the perfect police dog. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">But Brutus wasn’t me. I didn’t fit the Brutus standards; I didn’t fit the Brutus bill. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My owner’s didn’t know this about me; they didn’t even care, they got rid of me two months later. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was never going to have a proper family. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">No one would ever want me if my owner’s didn’t want me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I heard a car and poked my head out the door to see a short woman and a tall man.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">They took me home that night and gave me a new name, Jayke.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke is my name now.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke is sweet, unique, fun, loving, playful, and loyal.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke would kill you with love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke would scare you with kindness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke would sit on you like a lap dog.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke is the omega wolf.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke is the perfect best friend.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jayke was me and Jayke was who I would always be. I fit the Jayke standards and I fit the Jayke bill. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My family was the tall man, the short woman, and their child, who I met the next day. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The child and I are the best of friends. I couldn’t think of my life without her and her family.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m thankful to have such a wonderful family who takes care of me and who loves me. They are my true owners.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I finally found where I belong.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Years of love and attention go by. We have our laughs and our adventures but I am getting very old now.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Too old to keep going, I can barely walk, I only get up when I need to, I’m deaf in one ear, and I ache all over, I’m dying.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The child that I grew up with has gotten much older and so have her parents, now they have to decide what is to become of me. I trust them to make the best choice for me, I know I’m ready to leave but are they ready?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I wake up one day and get showered with more love than what I thought they could give. I get steak and we play fetch and I got to wake up the grown child just like in the old days.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then we take a drive, we go to a place with many other people and animals. We go into a room with another human and that other person pokes a needle into my leg.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I look at my family and they look back at me. They tell me how I’m a good boy and they love me. I think of all our great moments, like when I tried to play with a dead squirrel and all of our trips to the beach. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I think of how if I could talk for just this last minute that I would tell them how much I loved them, how I’ve been lucky that they have been my family, I would tell them how it doesn’t hurt, and to keep being a great family to other dogs because they deserve your love. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon everything fades to black.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I can no longer see my family anymore; I can’t see our house, my bed, the backyard, or the blue sky.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am going to a place that they can’t go, where I will wait for them like any other loyal, loving dog.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Even in death a dog never loses his loyalty to his family.</span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-15043335178307398302011-01-02T18:10:00.000-08:002011-01-04T16:13:30.976-08:00"Coleridge": Reading Response #3<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Arthur Symons explores the ideology and works of famous Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge in his critical essay “Coleridge”. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In “Coleridge” Symons discusses what things made Samuel Taylor Coleridge go from poet to philosophical critic and how they shaped him into becoming a beautiful voice for classic English literature. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jump starting Coleridge to swim in the pool of poetry began with the basic fact that Coleridge lacked a “saving belief” in Christian faith. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Feeling that the Christian faith had your weaknesses as supporting blocks for your faith Coleridge soon began doubting if Christianity truly suited him. In reality Coleridge “was not strong enough to rely on the impulses of his own nature” with religion, which in “turn his failings into a very actual kind of success…” (Symons, Coleridge). <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ironic how Romantic poets normally are influenced by faith and nature but in Coleridge’s case his failure in that area resulted in him creating great achievements in the field of Romantic poetry. Soon he allowed his mind to wonder out of the basic reality we all live in, <span style="color: white; mso-themecolor: text1;">which consecutively</span></span> granted him the ability to marvel about space, time and unrealistic ideas. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In turn some of his greatest creations were born because his mind was able to think metacognitious thoughts on a regular basis. Coleridge soon began to believe that because he could understand the mind so well that he needed to explore the ideas of others and share what he knew to the world, thus began the transition from poet to critical philosopher. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">He began to criticize the works of Shakespeare which even not fully finished could beat any other critic who dare tried. But Coleridge didn’t criticize for others, rather he thought the art of criticizing seemed “almost as if it were a science” (Symons, Coleridge) and he wanted to experiment with every element that featured the mind. After being a critic for some time Coleridge returned back to poetry and started recording his life though his art. <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">By dejecting his life and his dreams in a tangible way this allowed him to get a better grasp on his own life, and the life of other humans as well. Symons further explores Coleridge’s works describing how even fragments of poems such as “Kubla Khan” and “Christabel” are consider to be some of “the most sustained pieces of imagination in the whole of English poetry” (Symons, Coleridge). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Going from poet, to critic, back to poet is not an easy task to achieve. Let alone achieve it smoothly. But Coleridge has done this so well it’s almost shocking to me. I never understood the depths of how great a writer Coleridge prevailed to become until I read the essay “Coleridge”. Coleridge understood the mind far better than any average man did and probably still doesn’t to this day. This allowed him to create such beautiful pieces of English literature and leaves him a top rank among poets like William Blake or former friend William Wordsworth. The fact that Coleridge allowed himself to create his dreams in an embodied form of art, even if only in fragments, is breath taking to an average reader. He paints such bewitching images in my mind I can almost feel myself standing in that garden he created in “Kubla Khan”, or experience that feeling of utter hopelessness he brings into being in “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. The fact that Coleridge can make someone feel an emotion that they weren’t already experiencing in those moments but instead creating a new one from a poem is astonishing. Not very many authors have been blessed with that ability. But the even greater achievement I feel he has established became the fact he that Coleridge previously held the title of a philosophical critic. Although purely for himself Coleridge indeed became known for being such a great critic, especially when criticizing the works of William Shakespeare. Once again his ability to understand the human mind so simply allowed Samuel T. Coleridge to become a man of many talents. I honestly had no idea that Coleridge was such a troubled soul who “can look at it (life) as at one of his dreams which become things; he can sympathize with it as he could never sympathize with his own undeserving self.” (Symons, Coleridge). From this pain and heartache Samuel Taylor Coleridge against all odds rose from his suffering and in turn granted our world with the beauty of getting a glimpse into his genius mind. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-3075007257151601042011-01-02T14:33:00.000-08:002011-01-02T14:33:28.700-08:00Can't get enough of Mr. Coleridge?For almost all my posts I have used over and over again the web page <a href="http://kirjasto.sci.fi/coleridg.htm"><span style="color: yellow;">Samuel T. Coleridge</span></a> for a creditable source. Its a great page that gets you the main ideas and understandings of Coleridge's life and work all neatly wrapped and ready for you to read. I have found it very easy to navigate as it goes in a chronological order from his birth to death. I recommend this site to anyone that wants to learn more about the wonderful man who inspired this blog.<br />
Thanks for reading my faithful Coleridge bloggies!The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-44697866821590265262011-01-01T21:20:00.000-08:002011-01-05T16:56:01.806-08:00My Prose Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeq1QDCLec3gDVv_HedgiKe0sJYa1aLLtWcogwIh1bcWMV-ZZIGS0Mdbf_fn0cNb1ki2smWVwc_VHGhYVBNA8cBH82rDZlh0lqKjKQF8dyY4Q5_o2ijvmUHbiPKcUmRrRKBXRRV5DPjpA/s1600/2%252520go%252520in%252520file%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeq1QDCLec3gDVv_HedgiKe0sJYa1aLLtWcogwIh1bcWMV-ZZIGS0Mdbf_fn0cNb1ki2smWVwc_VHGhYVBNA8cBH82rDZlh0lqKjKQF8dyY4Q5_o2ijvmUHbiPKcUmRrRKBXRRV5DPjpA/s320/2%252520go%252520in%252520file%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you save me? Can you free me from my misery?</span></em><em><span style="font-family: Arial;"> My love, I fear that I'm losing my mind from all the nightmares you have left behind. </span></em></span><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I'm dying from loves disorder, if only I wasn't sober because this pain is taking over me. Killing me slowly. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">When were in bed you look into my eyes. Behind you eyes I see all the lies. Those lies hidden in your eyes is my personal hell that's no surprise. Hunny your killing every part of me, I'm struggling just to breath. I still cant find the reasons why I even bother to fight. This pain has already taken over my life. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I am lonely</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I am afraid</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I fear I shall never be saved. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I outta close my front door in your damn face and let you go forever. I shouldn't look out that window and allow the tears fall onto the floor and add to that river below me. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">But baby when you pull me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I suddenly have no fears. I forget the memories of pain and tears. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I don't know how to feel, is this fake? Or is this all real? I think I have a problem amore I don't know what's real anymore. Can you help me? Can you save me? Can you tell me that I'm not crazy?</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">Again were in bed, you look into my eyes. You tell me things have changed. But in those light eyes I see nothing but lies. They burn my soul-the deep fires of hell have been blown inside me. You're killing every part of me, I'm struggling just to breath. I still can't find the reasons why I even bother to fight. I just want to die. The pain has already taken over my life </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I'm past the point of no return, no backward glances. You say you love me and that's how it should be. But if you really love me then why are you abusing me? I'm dying from this disorder, if only I wasn't sober. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I am lonely</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial;">I can never be saved</span></em>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-53809157896118981292011-01-01T14:10:00.000-08:002011-01-01T14:11:55.746-08:00Wordzworth4eva. RECOMMENDED!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I was looking through some blogs I discovered one that has talked about our blog and discussed what we did and how much they liked it. So I decided to return the favor and talk about how much I liked the blog </span><a href="http://wordzworth4eva.wordpress.com/"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit;">Wordzworth4eva</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: magenta;">.</span> This blog as I guess was focused towards the Romantic poet William Wordsworth. It was created by the very talented Alyck Horton, Presley Lewis and Keyla Roberts of class A1. As I started reading it I began to remember something I read about Coleridge and how he and Wordsworth used to be good buddies, this blog seemed just perfect to talk about. I really enjoyed the layout of the blog and how appealing it was too me, simple and clean. The post by Alyck talking about Charles Darwin and William Wordsworth was very informative and educational. I liked how he also included the ties of medicine with the American Red Cross and Jehovah’s Witnesses since we are in the medical area of CAL. Alycks other post about a mini biography of Wordsworth was also a key piece of this blog because I didn’t know much about Wordsworth and I really didn’t want to read a whole paper about him so just getting the main facts about his life was really nice and helped me better understand what make him so special as a poet. I also thought his little “cliff notes” were a good touch. Also Keyla’s post on Wordsworth’s poem “I Wander as a Lonely Cloud” was written very well and was so easy for me to understand. I think I may actually have to go read that poem now just to check it out. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I can tell now that the Wordzworth4eva blog is really blooming and will be a great blog if they are to stick with it and continue to add more information. I really did get a lot out of it and find myself waiting with anticipation over the next posts that will come. Overall the blog was very enjoyable to read and I highly would recommend this to anyone who wants to learn more about Romanticism, William Wordsworth or just wants a good blog to read in general. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks Wordzworth4eva!</span></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-25514053483978001032010-12-31T22:48:00.000-08:002011-01-06T19:48:09.314-08:00Reading Response #3 Punished! <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Alice Chandler’s “Structure and Symbol in Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, discusses the use of arrangement and symbolism in Samuel Coleridge poem. Chandler explains how Coleridge use of repetition and linkage as a way to covey an imagery change or shift in the Mariner’s life. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The Albatross is a significant symbolism in this poem. The bird is an omen of good fortune to the Mariner and his crew because it helped guide the ship to safety. Once the Mariner does a senseless act of killing the albatross he had committed a crime much greater than a simple sin. He had killed one of God’s creations. Nature starts to change drastically from here on. His crew mates hung the dead albatross over his neck to serve as a burden that he must carry (penance) as a reminder of his sin, i.e. similar image of Christ on a cross. From there he goes through a journey of life and death, heaven and hell and everything in between in order to learn from his mistake. </div><div class="MsoNormal">During the course of the trip he goes from normalcy, sinning, purgatory, salvation to rebirth. To begin the healing process the mariner must ask for forgiveness and face his punishment just as a soul struggles to rid itself of evil as it’s baptized. In time he sees the slimy sea serpents in the sea and realizes that even these rotten creatures, along with the albatross, are beautiful in the eyes of God. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Some other symbolisms that Chandler discusses are Coleridge private symbols of circles and clefts. In the poem circular movement in a sign of holiness and cleft or cracks usually symbolize a break through in new life, usually good. Coleridge uses these image a few times echoing the meaning and association from the others. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Modulation is one of the other techniques that he uses to display the supernatural appearances. There are many references to God that is made as well as the Ancient Mariner’s slaying of the albatross is equal to Adam and Eve eating the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The sun and moon play a significant role in the poem. Sun represent God, which reference to Christian concept of vengeful, wrathful, bad, disturbance usually happen during the day; calm, favorable things occur during the night. For example, the mariner’s curse lifts and he returns home by moonlight.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Some reoccurring themes that Chandler regularly mentions throughout include nature, both in its beauty and horror. While reading this poem, I wasn’t able to fully comprehend the phase that the Mariner was experiencing. It’s a cycle; he sins by killing the holy bird then obtain salvation by understanding his wrong doings to later gaining redemption and rebirth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Coleridge sees nature as a motion. “In his loneliness and fixedness (the Mariner) yearned towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that…still move onward.” Emphasizing that motion is the symbol of living nature. The Mariner went from no love to burning hell for the punishment of his act. After the immobility of the wind, sea and ship the motion of the moon breaks the spell. It reappearance corresponds with his readiness to move on (emerging life). </div><div class="MsoNormal">As his perception changes he no longer focus on the dead men on the ship, but on the living beings in the ocean. He sees then is a different light. The adjectives “rich,” “glossy,” and “velvet” are now transformed from terror back to beauty. Coleridge uses color to show the transformation from one scene to another. For the color clash between rose and coppery red is the conflict between normalcy and guilt. The images of dryness and stillness, adding the color black “with black lips baked” add to the spectrum of death associated hues. </div><div class="MsoNormal">With the appearance of the albatross it calms nature and human were able to enjoy life in unfavorable conditions. The Mariner’s mix feelings are significant, for his transformation from hell to blessed is at the heart of the poem. The whole moral of this story is the purpose of one man’s act of evil affects him and the people around him. Coleridge poem is heavily influenced by religious imagery and motifs. The Mariner represents many of the corruption that is affecting our society today. </div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-39580126833556824792010-12-31T22:21:00.000-08:002011-01-06T19:50:23.906-08:00Prose Poem: My Everlasting Heaven Without You<smallfrac m:val="off"><dispdef><lmargin m:val="0"><rmargin m:val="0"><defjc m:val="centerGroup"><wrapindent m:val="1440"><intlim m:val="subSup"><narylim m:val="undOvr"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;">Even when the sky is falling down, you were never there for me. The world seems lonely on a summer day without a single cloud. The only sound I hear is the beating of my empty heart. As the fog dissipates, I feel the early sunrise breeze on my sun burnt hands and feet. I paid no attention to the aching pain on my skin.<br />
Oh how my white dress has gotten dirty like an old rag. I laid down on the cold unforgiving beach to rest. The warming sun rays slowly awaken me from my deep slumber. I’m prepared to face the trials that lie ahead.<br />
Do you still remember, to this day?<br />
Singing along to a love song, reflected in your eyes, the way we felt around the time we met?<br />
When we were so naive and energetic? Now we can’t return to those times even if it was possible.<br />
So goodbye innocence, so goodbye happiness.</div>I was running around in blissful ignorance. Day and months went by so fast. Summer turned into winter and continued on its own cycle that no one can dare stop. Around me creation just turns and turns…<br />
I feel as if I was in an unconscious paradise. I’m always dreaming with no limits. Oh how the landscape I see brings me warmth and tranquility. I bathed in the radiant sunlight. The brightness made every single shadow invisible.<br />
You no longer mean anything to my heart. Everything was a lie.<br />
Getting across the treacherous mountain I went. The rain poured down on me, washing away my deepest fear. Once on the top, standing there I discover what good was waiting for me on the other side. Awaken from my deep slumber I was able to see life with a new understanding. I no longer am carrying the heavy burden on my chest. The night light of the moon shined brightly against my skin as if I was glowing.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"> </div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-57056255410003671622010-12-31T14:42:00.000-08:002010-12-31T14:42:12.725-08:00Who is Silas Tomkyn Comberbache?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When people hear the name Samuel Taylor Coleridge most will say “who?” Unless you’ve learned something about the Romanticism era or English romantic poets you probably have no idea who I would be talking about. Than if I throw the name of Silas Tomkyn Comberbache out people will be very confused, even if they do have some knowledge about Coleridge and his life. The truth is Silas Tomkyn Comberbache and Samuel Taylor Coleridge is in fact the same person. How did this come to be? It started out as Coleridge being a student at Jesus College in England and being very unhappy, he joined a reformist movement and dropped out of school. Since the movement was stimulated by the French Revolution Coleridge soon started getting in trouble with the law and with debt. After an unfortunate love affair ending badly he signed up for the 15thLight Dragoons under the name of Silas Tomkyn Comberbache. Did anyone just catch that? Silas Tomkyn Comberbache. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. STC! He started his new name with the same initials of his old one, how creative. But Coleridge was not cut out for war and battles and was discharged by his brother Captain James Coleridge due to ‘insanity’. Nice cover up brother. Upon him moving to Cambridge he met future radical poet </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Robert Southey who would in turn jump start Coleridge’s love for poetry. </span><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Some of you may be wondering what is the 15th Dragoons Light and what did they do. The Dragoons Light are troops that were trained for reconnaissance and patrolling, in other words scouting for many different areas of the world. The 15th Dragoons Light was the first formed during the Eighteenth Century (1759 to be exact). This is the one that Coleridge joined for a short period of time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon the boys became known as hussars due to their stylish uniforms, sporting blues, gold’s and yellows. Only after the British army adopted some of them did they change their style to a more khaki. Over a few hundred years the Dragoon Light troops had fought in a near dozen wars, and even changed their name (Royal Hussars). But finally in the late 1980’s they went back to Dragoons Light and took orders from the Princess of Wales, as their first colonel in chief. They have been called the best regiment in the army and still uphold that name today.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,<br />
God grant me grace my prayers to say:<br />
O God! preserve my mother dear<br />
In strength and health for many a year;<br />
And, O! preserve my father too,<br />
And may I pay him reverence due;<br />
And may I my best thoughts employ<br />
To be my parents' hope and joy;<br />
And, O! preserve my brothers both<br />
From evil doings and from sloth,<br />
And may we always love each other,<br />
Our friends, our father, and our mother,<br />
And still, O Lord, to me impart<br />
An innocent and grateful heart,<br />
That after my last steep I may<br />
Awake to thy eternal day! Amen</span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: black;">* <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">This poem written by Coleridge is a good example of what type of prayer demonstrated what being a Christian really meant. Back in the time that this was written when a child or anyone prays, they would pray for things that really matter in a person’s life. Things like family, good health, peace, and all of the overall important things in life. Now a days, you hear people praying for things that are not important, such as money, good cars, expensive things for a birthday or Christmas, praying that your parents will let you do something that you want to do, or even praying to not get into trouble for something that you did. In the years that this poem was written it was believed and practiced that nothing else was more important than family, protection from sins/devil, and good health to all and all the good things in life. Most importantly, not praying for own selfish reasons. In the end, family and good health is what really matters. If you ever became sick with cancer or something having an expensive car or not getting in trouble for that thing you did last week really doesn’t matter. At that point the only thing that you do care about is getting better and being able to live your life to the fullest. And in your time of need, that money or new video game that you prayed for is not going to be there by your side supporting you. Your family is who is going to be there for you. And as much as you say that you can’t stand your parents or you sibling or whoever, you know that you would be sad if they died and you would probably wish that things were different between the two of you. Yes, it’s true that having things like money, nice cars or whatever is nice but it’s not everything. And it most certainly isn’t what is most important in life. I think that most people who read this poem just overlook it and don’t really take the time to think about how different things are in this time. And I believe that in order to really understand what I’m saying, you would have had to experience something that really makes you think about what is important. </span></span></span>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-27073305916147410812010-12-29T14:17:00.000-08:002010-12-29T14:17:33.344-08:00Coleridge & Opium. How does it effect you?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It’s no secret now a day that Samuel Taylor Coleridge frequently went to the medicine cabinet for his fix of opium. He suffered from neuralgic and rheumatic pains, allowing him to go to his doctor and ask for something to ease his suffering and TA DA! He now has access to opium. Although Coleridge tried to hide his addiction from his family and friends he could no longer after a published book called<span style="color: #333333;"> </span></span><u><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/w/101900956518605"><u><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Confessions of an English Opium Eater</span></span></u></a></u><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;">by Thomas de Quincey reviled him as an opium addict. Many say that he would take opium to better able himself to become lucid in his dreams, therefore making better poetry and having “clearer images and thoughts”. It was also said because of this that the birth of one of his famous poems, “Kubla Khan” was created. But the poem was only a fragment of the vision he had seen due to a visitor coming and disturbing his sleep, allowing him to not fully remember everything he had “saw”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now some of you may be wondering what exactly is opium and what does it do to you and your mind? Opium is a naturally occurring substance found in the seeds of a plant called Papaver Somniferum (Opium Poppy). Opium itself is a combination of different chemicals, one of the most popular being morphine. You may better know opium as “O.P.", "hop", "midnight oil", or the "Big O", traditionally though opium is known as the "dream stick". Now in modern era some say you can take opium seeds and use them to create heroin. Others believe that they are an ancient remedy to heal inflammation and curb pain. Both are true on how opium has been used in past and present. Opium is a stimulant narcotic meaning it can be highly addictive and those who use on a regular basis may become addicted and grow a tolerance for the drug, allowing them to take it in higher doses. This is what happened to Coleridge since his physician allowed him to pretty much have card blanc on the drug. The addiction to opium caused Coleridge to destroy his relationship with his wife and loose a friendship between him and fellow poet William Wordsworth. Later in 1813 Coleridge had enough and sought help to free him from the grip opium held on him and became clean with the help of Dr. James Gillman. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQspt6uop8dI-s8WtrBlrzgsq-eLQmylWLoVm20LLqn9522ogUyU5l4Zoum00y0mSMz0NAtmztM3IaXB6NelJoPVA4gjC5Ak50t_44bkAIsJVIyc0JZbEGZAKq__niSoTURqR1ar57Vx/s1600/opium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmQspt6uop8dI-s8WtrBlrzgsq-eLQmylWLoVm20LLqn9522ogUyU5l4Zoum00y0mSMz0NAtmztM3IaXB6NelJoPVA4gjC5Ak50t_44bkAIsJVIyc0JZbEGZAKq__niSoTURqR1ar57Vx/s320/opium.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is the Opium Poppy, the seeds from this plant can be used to create the drug opium.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you feel you may be addicted to opium you can click the link below to help understand the addiction and where to get help. </span><a href="http://www.thegooddrugsguide.com/addiction-types/drug-addiction/opiate.htm"><span style="color: lime; font-family: inherit;">Am I an opium addict?</span></a></div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-30103245476212890142010-12-24T20:45:00.000-08:002011-01-04T10:23:41.001-08:00Themes and Symbolism of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhda5pvIkoEA9mhUMSK-EF92z1TnAhSgxFd6ikeQ-JZOfn92yCHNVYhDIE63O24K-PmtjrIMBHPN7QkpQWJTJollcK6iZEBZ9chkkscR62JZFsqaHbkkbJlzdnqggPOI_8ujVPr4klEmbMN/s1600/Rime_of_the_Ancient_Mariner_by_fagashlil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhda5pvIkoEA9mhUMSK-EF92z1TnAhSgxFd6ikeQ-JZOfn92yCHNVYhDIE63O24K-PmtjrIMBHPN7QkpQWJTJollcK6iZEBZ9chkkscR62JZFsqaHbkkbJlzdnqggPOI_8ujVPr4klEmbMN/s640/Rime_of_the_Ancient_Mariner_by_fagashlil.jpg" width="449" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusE-RDrTZTARyYx6_sE4xDcRmmjbGqydaDXGZ4JxQtZFJlu_CJXq5c_o7-5y8K1KuhP13fKjDQQPN-apIDs6p3ndeU4WGPGeopCRpZR85qPxJwh5tTsrkjNAuvyyLyJoHt2qMSZX9x3C-/s1600/XDM1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusE-RDrTZTARyYx6_sE4xDcRmmjbGqydaDXGZ4JxQtZFJlu_CJXq5c_o7-5y8K1KuhP13fKjDQQPN-apIDs6p3ndeU4WGPGeopCRpZR85qPxJwh5tTsrkjNAuvyyLyJoHt2qMSZX9x3C-/s640/XDM1.jpg" width="480" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1yG64Ajk6sGi5aBEuVonCd1S8dswvIFzIFYQl9sNhOHEc6e-HzlMtisTMgUNXRcDla4IwdgwulVG6nf0ayJN39pdpvS_Q3xIgao18D1zaxpPT771ny59CB4Ok_ksEixs80heuy0U7dt8/s1600/LL0039-020-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1yG64Ajk6sGi5aBEuVonCd1S8dswvIFzIFYQl9sNhOHEc6e-HzlMtisTMgUNXRcDla4IwdgwulVG6nf0ayJN39pdpvS_Q3xIgao18D1zaxpPT771ny59CB4Ok_ksEixs80heuy0U7dt8/s640/LL0039-020-00.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of the themes in Rime of the Ancient Mariner is Sin and Redemption. After the Mariner commits the sin of shooting the Albatross, guilt begins to manifest in all kinds of super natural forms. The Albatross is a representative of nature, but means nothing to the Mariner. Nature quickly changes and began punishing him for killing the symbol of nature. He is then penalized by the rays of the sun and mocked by the sight of water that he could not drink.<br />
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Afterward the Mariner begins realizing what the beauty of nature really means to him. At this point he has a change of heart and repents his wrong doing. The mariner begins to find his salvation when he starts to see the ‘slimy things’ as creatures of strange beauty. He now understands the Albatross is a symbol of nature and he realizes what he had done wrong. The bird, which is hung around his neck as a punishment, falls into the water and makes the change from punishment to penance. <br />
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Two super natural figure shows up, one is Life in Death and the other is Death. They both gamble for his life and Life in Death ends up winning the Mariner. He now must live life in death and endure his penance for the rest of his life and seek out certain people to tell his tale because his soul tortures him until he delivers the message. Another theme in this poem is respect for nature. All Romantic poets including Coleridge worship nature and the beauty of the natural world. Everyone should respect all of God’s creation as well as the Albatross and the sea snake. <br />
The Mariner is an actual symbolic representation of Adam. The Ancient Mariner slaying of the Albatross is equal to Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. This story takes on elements from the stories of Adam and Eve and crucifixion of Christ. <br />
The moon and sun plays an important symbol in this story. The sun represents God’s influence of wrathful power but the moon has a more positive association than the sun. Generally troubling outcome happens to the Mariner during the day while more favorable result happens by moon light. For example, the mariner’s curse lifts and he returns home by moonlight.</div>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-60465590144655365632010-12-24T20:00:00.000-08:002010-12-24T20:02:15.369-08:00Gustav Dore's Illustrations for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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"To seek the sacred river Alph<br />
To walk the caves of ice<br />
To break my fast on honey dew<br />
And drink the milk of Paradise...."<br />
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I had heard the whispered tales<br />
Of immortality<br />
The deepest mystery<br />
From an ancient book. I took a clue<br />
I scaled the frozen mountain tops<br />
Of eastern lands unknown<br />
Time and Man alone<br />
Searching for the lost ---- Xanadu<br />
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Xanadu ---- To stand within The Pleasure Dome<br />
Decreed by Kubla Khan<br />
To taste anew the fruits of life<br />
The last immortal man<br />
To find the sacred river Alph<br />
To walk the caves of ice<br />
Oh, I will dine on honey dew<br />
And drink the milk of Paradise<br />
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A thousand years have come and gone<br />
But time has passed me by<br />
Stars stopped in the sky<br />
Frozen in an everlasting view<br />
Waiting for the world to end<br />
Weary of the night<br />
Praying for the light<br />
Prison of the lost ---- Xanadu<br />
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Xanadu ---- Held within The Pleasure Dome<br />
Decreed by Kubla Khan<br />
To taste my bitter triumph<br />
As a mad immortal man<br />
Nevermore shall I return<br />
Escape these caves of ice<br />
For I have dined on honey dew<br />
And drunk the milk of Paradise<br />
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Rush is a Canadian rock band formed in August 1968. The band composed of 3 members. Geddy Lee<b>:</b> lead vocals, synthesizers, and bass. Alex Lifeson<b>:</b> guitars, bass pedals, and back up vocals. John Rutsey<b>:</b> drums and percussion. Rush sold record breaking albums placing them behind The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.<br />
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Rush has become known for the instrumental expertise of its members, complex compositions, and diverse lyrical motifs portray heavily on science fiction, fantasy, and philosophy, as well as addressing humanitarian, social, emotional, and environmental concerns. <br />
Xandu by Rush was written by Neil Peart who is one of the three band members. Although he wasn’t on opium like Coleridge he might have smoked a little hash. The song idea was originally inspired by the movie Citizen Kane. <br />
At the beginning of the movie, the opening lines from 'Kubla Khan' were quoted, 'In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure dome decree.' Neil became fascinated on that phrase and decided to further research on the poem Kubla Khan. He was so powerfully impressed by its imagery and emotional power that the poem took over the song. The poem <i>Kubla Khan</i> was the inspiration for Rush's <i>Xanadu</i>. Another line from 'Kubla Khan,' 'woman wailing for her demon-lover,' showed up almost twenty years later as 'Daughter of a demon-lover,' in their song 'Animate'. Neil portrayed Coleridge's idea of immortality as a grim curse. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Xanadu is the fictional name of the land where Khubla Khan wanted the dome to be built. The word Xanadu means a paradise and it is an actually place in Asia. The city was located in what is now called Inner Mongolia. Xanadu or Shangdu was the summer capital of Kublai Khan's Mongol Empire.</div><h2><span class="mw-headline"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-weight: normal;">Xanadu in popular culture:</span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-weight: normal;"></span></h2><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Canadian rock band Rush has a song called "Xanadu" on the album <i>A Farewell to Kings</i> which incorporates lines of Coleridge's poem. </li>
</ul><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Italian metal band Stormlord has a song called "Xanadu" on the album <i>At the Gates of Utopia</i> which quotes the first segment of the poem. </li>
</ul><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Japanese visual kei band Moi dix Mois has a song called "Xanadu" on their fourth album, <i>Dixanadu</i>. </li>
</ul><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">The song "Welcome to the Pleasuredome" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood is based on the Coleridge poem. </li>
</ul><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">The 1980 musical film <i>Xanadu</i> is considered a cult film. It featured music by Electric Light Orchestra and John Farrar who wrote most of Olivia Newton-John's hits from the film. The film's title track, "Xanadu", was a major hit for the Australian pop singer Olivia Newton-John.</li>
</ul>The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-3034724564849704342010-12-20T17:29:00.000-08:002011-01-04T16:04:21.969-08:00Summary and Interpertation of Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner"Click here to view <a href="http://poetry.eserver.org/ancient-mariner.html">"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"</a><br />
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To start off this poem, the reader is taken to the scene of a wedding. Quite a beautiful way to start a poem wouldn't you think? In comes in this mariner, wanting to share his story. A story in my opinion has quite a valuable "take home" lesson that can be used in life. In the beginning of the mariner's story he recalls being with his crew and being lost at sea. With ice all around, there is no life, no hope. At last, a small symbol of hope appears in the shape of an albatross. Along with the albatross comes good fortune to the crew. Out of boredom; or who knows why, the mariner shoots the albatross with his crossbow. This action leads to great misfortune to the crew, especially the mariner. The crew goes hungry and thirsty. They are never to make progress towards their destination. After much suffering what appears to be a ghost ship appears. Death and his mate play a game. The mate wins and decides the fate of the ship. Life-in-death is what she decided. The mariner is forced to watch as all of his fellow crew members drop dead before him and there is nothing that he can do about it. After much suffering, the mariner is forgiven and travels to tell his story to others, like the wedding guest. <br />
What I think the lesson in this poem is that you should think before you act and also destroying hope for others can ultimately come back to haunt you. The mariner didn't think about all of the good luck and happiness that the albatross was bringing before he shot the bird. If he would of thought before he acted then his crew and him wouldn't of had to suffer the way that they did. Karma plays a really big part in this poem. The evidence is everything that happens to the mariner after he shoots the bird. I think that the lessons in this poem are really good things that people really need to learn and apply in their lives.The Coleridge 4.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827832082813853026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130682849874761777.post-59640211972348352422010-11-27T18:24:00.000-08:002010-11-27T18:24:55.567-08:00Welcome!Welcome to Coleridge Comerbache; the Man of Two Names! This blog is deicated to Mr. Samuel Taylor Coleridge aka Silas Tomkyn Comberbache. Feel free to look around, ask questions and comment on our post.<br />
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