27 April 2011

Easter in pictures

My Easter was good, and without much ado: Here's the pictures to prove it ^^

A weird stone

Nikita
The sweetest cup I've ever seen

Selje in the sun

So peaceful

A very beautiful sunset

I simply love details like this, and the light is awesome

Wild and relaxing; shaped by the wildest force here: the sea

So romantic...

More details...

Right before the sun disappears

Like a red pearl

Waves; my favourite subject

I can feel the force of the wave only by looking at it

Isn't it beautiful?

No Easter without eggs...

What a force!

I cannot stop watching them...every wave

Hope for a storm next time..

24 April 2011

95 years

It's been 95 years of memory. On the 24th April 1916 Ireland went into a new era, and people would believe again. Believe that the dream of freedom would become reality, after so many years.
Maybe the rebels could have chosen a better time, or maybe not. There are many souls to be reckoned with in this story, and those who fought and died for the Irish cause in these bloody days 95 years ago will be remembered. Maybe not for the persons they were, but for their everlasting ideas.
So here's to:
Clark
Diarmada
Pearse
Connolly
Plunkett
MacDonagh
Ceannt


LONG LIVE IRELAND

10 April 2011

A simple monstrosity

Here's my paper. The paper which I have screamed, cursed and cried over. It's not perfect, but I hope you like it anyway....

The Monster; made by whom? How is monstrosity presented in The Tempest and Frankenstein?

The monster: A key element in so many horror stories, and presented in so many different ways. We have the closet-monster whom all were scared when they were younger. We have the supernatural monster; like a werewolf or a demon that has become a regular character in an amazing range of movies the past few decades. But this paper is not about those kinds of monsters, it will rather deal with something a lot closer to the human frame of mind. 

But what is a monster and what is monstrosity? A definition of these terms would certainly be a great help when looking into the 2 texts which this paper will deal with; “The Tempest” by William Shakespeare, written in 1611, and “Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelley in 1819. It would be impossible to take the whole text and analyze it minutely, but we will look closer at some excerpts and compare the monster or monsterlike creature. 
“Monstrosity: something that is very large, ugly and frightening”( pp. 990) This is how the Oxford Dictionary defines monstrosity, and with a quick glance to our texts we certainly see the traits in both the characters; Caliban in “The Tempest” and The Monster in “Frankenstein. But ‘monstrosity’ does not only count for something aesthetically ugly, it also applies to what departs greatly from the idea of normality. 
Another definition of the word is to be found in Oxford English Dictionary. It defines a monster as a person of repulsively unnatural character, or exhibiting such extreme cruelty or wickedness as to appear inhuman […] (http://www.oed.com) 
It is also apparent in the definition concerning ‘monstrosity’; it is something deviating from the normal, from the acceptable (http://www.oed.com). In both cases there is more beneath the surface than merely meets the eye, and one can wonder if the term ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ can be turned around to say that ‘monstrosity is in the eye of the beholder’; can it? Or is our experience of monstrosity so universal that such statements would be in vain? 
But monstrosity is not just about appearance. Behaviour and language also play a part, and as we will see these traits will make us question our conviction that both Caliban and ‘The Monster’ are monsters, without any deeper identity. 

Caliban 

Who is Caliban? To present him properly can be quite a task since Shakespeare does not give us many hints about his appearance. Our view of him is almost solely based on how the other characters describe him. The excerpt which best portrays how the others see him is in act 2, scene 2 (pp. 36-41) and act 3, scene 2 (pp. 45-50) These scenes feature the trio Trinculo, Stephano and Caliban, and the word that recurs throughout when Trinculo or Stephano talk to or about Caliban is, not surprisingly, ‘monster’. But it can be fascinating to see who uses it the most in different settings. If one compares the scenes against each other through looking at how the term is being used, one can get a pretty interesting outcome. 
Firstly; the language is being used differently by the two characters. In act 2, scene 2 where Caliban is being taunted by Trinculo we can clearly see what kind of language defines his mocking: it is base, and shallow. A good example is line 149-154: 

“I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster. I could find in my heart to beat him – [...] – but that the poor monster’s in drink. An abominable monster. (pp. 40) 

The term monster, as we can see, has been used no less than 4 times. But even if it is Trinculo who uses the word most frequently, it is not him who first describes Caliban to us. It is Calibans master; Prospero. And since there is a certain power in a definition, one can say that their relationship, master and slave, manifests through it. 
A good example is this:  

“Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself 
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!”(pp. 18) 

Portrayed as a wicked slave, Prospero sets the scene of how Caliban will be defined throughout the play. 
No person who is being defined can escape it altogether, but can only try to fight against it. Caliban has certainly has a tough stereotype to fight. He is also being compared with a fish, not only in appearance but also in smell. (pp. 37) 
Since the true nature of the relationship between Prospero and Caliban is as master and slave, some have seen it as a kind of criticism from Shakespeare against what was going on in the colonies; how the colonizers treated the colonized. And the colonies under British rule were not only in the Americas, they also had Ireland to deal with. So when the critics, like Barbara Fuchs, discuss “The Tempest” in a colonial context, some of them also include the Irish case. (Fuchs, pp. 266) But it is often easy to overanalyze a text like this, and literally drown it in its own historical context. 



But even if it is Trinculo that mocks and perhaps defines Caliban the most, Stephano is not innocent. He keeps calling him a monster even when Caliban has given him his loyalty. 
Caliban is indeed an interesting figure, and after observing him for some time one understands that there is more to him than meets the eye. Even if the other characters do not see him as anything other than an abominable creature, merely worthy to be a slave, the readers see him for what he truly is. 
Language seems to be an important clue in how Caliban is being portrayed and how he presents himself. Here one can see a crucial difference. While the language of Stephano and Trinculo is at its best like everyday talk, and at its worst ugly and vile, the language presented by Caliban himself makes us confront our own prejudices against him. It is the language of the kings, aesthetically beautiful and poetically presented: 

"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked,
I cried to dream again." 
(pp. 50) 

In this famous monologue he portrays his home, his former kingdom with words that surprises us as readers, since we expected something else, less beautiful perhaps… 
So language is what makes him human. And he comes out on top, while the others make fools of themselves. But language can be both a blessing and a curse as Frankenstein’s Monster will give us some evidence of in the next part. 

Frankenstein’s monster 

In some aspects one can say that the physical representation of monstrosity is the first that comes to mind when we hear the term ‘monster’. And in this category ‘Frankenstein’s Monster’ has become a synonym in itself (Roget’s Thesaurus pp.402) 
So how is the monster portrayed? A good example is to be found in chapter 5 where the creature comes alive: 
His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; […] his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips. (Shelley pp.60)  



But this only describes its appearance, the creature is also often referred to as a wretch; something that invokes sympathy from the reader.  The choice of words to describe him is much wider than in Caliban’s case, which is also being called a ‘mooncalf’ (, pp. 39, pp. 46) Words like creature, fiend’, ’devil’ and ‘thing’ are frequently being used throughout the novel, and this enhances the fearful appearance we have created in our  own minds. Nonetheless , the monster is not defined by itself. We shape the monster; and in the case of Frankenstein’s monster we clearly see a conflict between how the creature is ‘born’ into this world, and how the world receives him.  
The Creature wants to fit into society, wants to be human. Through listening to the cottagers, he obtains the knowledge of language, and through language he can define himself and the world around him. And we would not have heard his story, if he could not tell it... 
In the Creature’s narrative we perceive that he sees himself both as benevolent and sympathetic, but wherever he turns he is shunned by the humans. So when his acts of kindness (like helping the De Laceys) (pp. 102)  are being met with hostility and hatred, he turns on humanity with the same means (Kitson pp. 388-9). And he strikes where it hurts the most, killing those closest to Victor Frankenstein. He lets himself become the monster he is so anxiously trying not to be, a self-fulfilling prophesy. 
As mentioned earlier language is truly a double-edged sword. Through language the ‘creature’ can define himself, but also understand what is being said about him. Would he be better off if he never knew?  

The criticism surrounding Frankenstein reflects the discourses of the time of its creation. And ‘creation’ is a keyword. This is a time when progress is the sign of success, and several places in the novel one can witness the dark side of progress and the fight for it. Humanity was being pushed aside when the captain wants to continue against the North Pole at any cost; his worth is measured in his success. As he declared in his letter to his sister: 
“What can stop the determined mind and resolved will of man?” (pp. 34) The search of the unknown or maybe even the forbidden is also a prominent characteristic of Victor Frankenstein. He wants knowledge, at any cost. He crosses borders no one else has crossed before him, and he must pay for it. His hubris causes him to fall; a human can not play God. 

Conclusion 

Both Caliban and ‘The Monster’ have some similar features, but they are as characters also coloured by their surroundings.  
  • They are both portrayed through the eyes of the other characters 
  • Both of them have at some point obtained the knowledge of language and how to use it to their advantage 
Caliban, as said earlier, comes out on top, through him regaining the control of the island that he once lost to Prospero. To say the same about the Creature can somehow be more difficult, since he just disappears from the story. But he has his revenge over his maker, by living on while Frankenstein dies and in some aspects this can be seen as a victory. 
And maybe the monster was not Caliban or ‘The Creature” after all, but those who labelled them as such. The monster is within everyone of us, we just have to let it loose.


Sources 

Books 
  • Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2005 
  • Roget’s Thesaurus, London: Penguin Books, 2004 
  • Fuchs, Barbara, “Conquering Islands: Contextualizing The Tempest”, The Tempest, London: W.W. Norton & Company, 2004, pp.265-285 
  • Kitson, Peter J., “Romantic period, 1780-1832: readings, English Literature in Context edited Paul Poplawski, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, , 2009 pp.386-392, 
  • Shakespeare, William, The Tempest, London: W.W. Norton & Company, 2004 
  • Shelley, Mary, Frankenstein, Boston: Bedford St. Martins, 2000 

Internet 

9 April 2011

"Punishment" by Seamus Heaney....and some thoughts

I value a good poem.
A good poem makes you think, should make you feel something, and one should not be indifferent about its content.
This poem is a good poem (I think so at least) because it managed to stick inside my head also after the lecture about postwar poetry. But why this and not one of the others?

It would be wrong to say that it was better than anything else on my curriculum that very day, but it was certainly not worse. I must say that its simple pictures, painted with simple words made it memorable.
I touched my very soul, and when our teacher told us the story behind it, it immediately became one of my favourites.

I'm not that familiar with Heaney's poetry, but after reading this I will look more closely at it, and I will start out with the collection which this poem is a part of; "North"
But no more philosophical outburst, I will save them for later....

Punishment


I can feel the tug
of the halter at the nape
of her neck, the wind
on her naked front.

It blows her nipples
to amber beads,
it shakes the frail rigging
of her ribs.

I can see her drowned
body in the bog,
the weighing stone,
the floating rods and boughs.

Under which at first
she was a barked sapling
that is dug up
oak-bone, brain-firkin:

her shaved head
like a stubble of black corn,
her blindfold a soiled bandage,
her noose a ring

to store
the memories of love.
Little adultress,
before they punished you

you were flaxen-haired,
undernourished, and your
tar-black face was beautiful.
My poor scapegoat,

I almost love you
but would have cast, I know,
the stones of silence.
I am the artful voyeur

of your brain's exposed
and darkened combs,
your muscles' webbing
and all your numbered bones:

I who have stood dumb
when your betraying sisters,
cauled in tar,
wept by the railings,

who would connive
in civilized outrage
yet understand the exact
and tribal, intimate revenge.


So...what do you think? Did it make any sense to you?
Some poems are more closely linked to a story outside its own words, connected to the context of the author himself.
In this poem, past meets present in a very delicate, but still agonising picture of words.
Past is represented by the remains of a girl that was found in a bog in 1951. The police thought she had been murdered, and indeed she was...as a tribal sacrifice to Mother Earth in the Iron Age. But as one reads the poem one can see clearly that this woman was accused of something, but probably innocent. The charge was adultery.

But there's more beneath the surface of this poem, and it is that story that makes the poem even more memorable. Adultery can be different things; to be unfaithful to your spouse...but also being unfaithful to your country. The case is the story of those young women in Northern Ireland who perhaps fell in love with some English soldiers, or just were friends with them. This was nothing less than treason to some, and the IRA acted out their punishment by shaving their heads, beating them and in some cases killing them as a warning to any "lost soul" that could stray over to the enemy...

But the poem goes outside the boundaries of the author, his home and context.
Because these kinds of punishments have been acted out through the history of men whenever there is a conflict going on.
The women who fell in love with German soldiers during the second world war here in Norway were treated equally; they were seen as traitors, lowlifes, forever to be shun and hated for what they did.
They were called "Tyskertøser" which means German-whores...They were being expelled from Norway, put into internment-camp and their children suffered greatly in the years after the war.


And there's a question rising in my mind: If we could not do anything to protect them in the past, should we not try today?
And one more thing: Who can change the course of love? Neither of us decides who we fall in love with, and no boundaries are able to stop us when our minds have been made up. Just look at Romeo and Juliet.....