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Monday, April 11, 2011

Reflection Questions Ch 16-18

This is your last blog entry, so it's lengthy and worth a total of 30 pts. This one, in addition toall of your previous entries on The Scarlet Letter will be counted as a final quiz grade.

Part I



You all got very fired up in class today. I like that. And it was funny to watch. Unfortunately, we got cut short. SO...here's your change to nail the opposing team once more before the debate is closed for good. If you have a counterpoint or rebuttle that did not get "air time," post it here. If not, describe which team gave the most compelling argument. Comment as many times as you like.



Part II



Ultimately, your opinions don't matter. Ha! Well, no, they matter, but not as much as the author's opinions matter. This is all about literary analysis afterall. So whether you think Dimmesdale or Chillingworth is more guilty, you have to put your own opinions aside and think about what side Hawthorne would take in this debate. In chapter 18, Hawthorne both direclty and indirectly reveals his opinions about the hierarchy of sins (hint: it's different from Dante's!).This is a pivotal moment in the novel. The chapter is called "A Flood of Sunshine".
  • Reread this chapter, looking for moments where Hawthorne reveals his position on who is more guilty. Quote them.
  • What is the difference between a "sin of passion" and a "sin of principle"?
  • What is the significance of the "flood of sunshine?"
Reread pages 182-183.  Consider what is happening and why.
Answer:
  • Why is this a crucial moment? 
  • Why does the sun suddenly burst forth in this way? What is the overall effect? 
  • What greater theme or purpose does Hawthorne convey in the scene? 
Part III
Lastly, a personal question:
  • What is your favorite part of the novel so far? 
  • Share a quotation from your favorite scene and explain why you selected it.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

E-text for The Scarlet Letter - Close Reading Assignment

http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/nh/sl.html
 
You may use this site to print out a copy of the text for annotating. There are many others as well, just be sure they are reliable sources so you're analyzing the real text.

ekphrastic poetry resources



http://valerie6.myweb.uga.edu/ekphrasticpoetry.html

Painting Poem
Nude Descending a Staircase
Marcel Duchamp (1912) Nude Descending a Staircase
"Nude Descending a Staircase"
X. J. Kennedy (1961) Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh,
A gold of lemon, root and rind,
She sifts in sunlight down the stairs
With nothing on. Nor on her mind. 
We spy beneath the banister
A constant thresh of thigh on thigh--
Her lips imprint the swinging air
That parts to let her parts go by. 
One-woman waterfall, she wears
Her slow descent like a long cape
And pausing, on the final stair
Collects her motions into shape. 

Painting Poem
The Village of the Mermaids 
Paul Delvaux (1942) The Village of the Mermaids
"Paul Delvaux: The Village of the Mermaids"
Lisel Mueller (1988) Who is that man in black, walking
away from us into the distance?
The painter, they say, took a long time
finding his vision of the world. 
The mermaids, if that is what they are
under their full-length skirts,
sit facing each other
all down the street, more of an alley,
in front of their gray row houses.
They all look the same, like a fair-haired
order of nuns, or like prostitutes
with chaste, identical faces.
How calm they are, with their vacant eyes,
their hands in laps that betray nothing.
Only one has scales on her dusky dress. 
It is 1942; it is Europe,
and nothing fits. The one familiar figure
is the man in black approaching the sea,
and he is small and walking away from us. 
Painting Poem
Girl Powdering Her Neck
Kitagawa Utamaro (c. 1790) Girl Powdering Her Neck

"Girl Powdering Her Neck"
Cathy Song (1983) The light is the inside
sheen of an oyster shell,
sponged with talc and vapor,
moisture from a bath. 
A pair of slippers
are placed outside
the rice-paper doors.
She kneels at a low table
in the room,
her legs folded beneath her
as she sits on a buckwheat pillow. 
Her hair is black
with hints of red,
the color of seaweed
spread over rocks. 
Morning begins the ritual
wheel of the body,
the application of translucent skins.
She practices pleasure:
the pressure of three fingertips
applying powder.
Fingerprints of pollen
some other hand will trace. 
The peach-dyed kimono
patterned with maple leaves
drifting across the silk,
falls from right to left
in a diagonal, revealing
the nape of her neck
and the curve of a shoulder
like the slope of a hill
set deep in snow in a country
of huge white solemn birds.
Her face appears in the mirror,
a reflection in a winter pond,
rising to meet itself. 
She dips a corner of her sleeve
like a brush into water
to wipe the mirror;
she is about to paint herself.
The eyes narrow
in a moment of self-scrutiny.
The mouth parts
as if desiring to disturb
the placid plum face;
break the symmetry of silence.
But the berry-stained lips,
stenciled into the mask of beauty,
do not speak. 
Two chrysanthemums
touch in the middle of the lake
and drift apart.