Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Who is the Lord of the Lord of the Flies

           

 Who is the Lord of the Lord of the Flies?

                 Lord of the Flies by William Golding and the 1990 movie by Harry Hook has many different factors that changed the meaning of the book. These Factors include: The boy's change in nationality, the fact that the pilot survived the crash, and that even before the crash the boys knew and recognized eachother.

                First, in the book the boys were British and because of this they were more proper and disciplined and slowly became savage, which was Golding's message all along. Golding wanted to show the irony in that the British would become unproper-killing-savages in his book and he showed it very clearly. Also, in the book, Ralph becomes chief because the conch gives him more power making the other boys see him as having a kingly role, so he was voted as chief. In the movie, however, the boys were American. Because of this they were already begining to become savage the second they arrived on the island. Golding's message was not delivered as Ralph became chief only because he was the colonel in the boy's military school. I think this factor took away Golding's message and also what the conch symbolized.

               Additionally, in Hook's 1990 version of Lord of the Flies the pilot was on the island with the boys. The pilot was ill and the boys were force to care for him, until he ran away and became, what the boys thought, a beast. In the book though, they had no adults on the island at all. I think this gave some of them, like Jack, a sense of freedom and a feeling of no longer being controlled which later caused them to become savage. They did not have to care for anyone but themsleves as well. The beast was just a figment of their imagination that showed that, like many children, these boys get afraid when there is no one to protect them. I feel that Golding's version added more detail about how children really act and also he's version brings a more appealing story to the reader.
          
               Furthermore, in the book the boys did not know eachother, exept for the choir. I think this gave the choir a more darker, eviler role to explain their characters better. It gave the other boys a disadvantage and something to fear from  the choir. The fact that they did not know eachother made them all unaware of who the other boys really were and how they act. For example, no one knew who Ralph was, and how well of a leader he could be, but either way they voted him because of his presence of a leader. In the movie, on the other hand, all the boys were from the same school and all knew eachother well. This gave them a chance to get to know everybody well enough and to already know who would be in charge in case of emergency. Since Ralph was the colonel, he would be in charge and no one would disagree, except Jack who was the oldest.

              In many cases where books are converted into movies, the majority of people prefer the book better then the movie. For the Lord of the Flies I think it's the exact same concept. The book excelled, it had pages full with meaning and every line was entertaining and full of imagery, while the movie failed to show the true meaning that Golding was trying to represent. If you read the book, you will get a better understanding of the characters and their actions, and you will be able to see what Golding was trying to portray by writing the novel. I think I speak for many when I say Lord of the Flies is an amazing book and Hollywood has made it into another unappealing movie.
              

Thursday, April 28, 2011


A View to a Death

Simon now is gone.
Ralph is he really guilty?
The hunters are loose.
The darkness blinds them all now
Like Piggy without his specs.


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

You Can't Have it All


You Can't Have it All

But you can have autumn leaves
falling over you in a rainbow of
red, brown, orange, and gold  like
a spring shower. You can have
grandmother's flan and fresh
mangoes from Puerto Rican trees
after two years
 of waiting.
Endless roadtrips on old highways
with the family, while listening
to the steady rythym of rain
pounding on the windows.
You can have your brother
pass out from exhaustion
on your lap like a mom and her young child.
You can have your sister's sarcasm
making everyone laugh and smile
even on a dark cloudy day.
You can have home-made pie
made to surprise the ones you love
as if it were Christmas morning.
You can have the familiar feeling
when lying in your own bed
after staying at a hotel for many days.
You can have the fingerpainting
days with your brother,
where you try to make something nice but
then get carried away.
You can have the view
from a tall oak tree that
you climbed like getting a
trophy for all your hardwork.
You can have a hug
from everyone of your friends when you
first see them at school.
You can have a fullmoon
over the beach on a dark night
guiding you to the warm water
of the ocean.
You can have your friends
call you elf and shorty and bitsize,
a name that annoys you
but also shows you
that you have a place that you belong in.
You can have nightmares
that wake you up
right on time, when
your alarm clock failed to do so.
You can have
new places to explore everyday,
sometimes with friends
sometimes with family.
You can have a rose
that magically appears outside of
your door
written in slick, black ink 
 -Dad
Ater he leaves for a buisness trip.
You can have your closest friend
talk to you on facebook
and laugh together before he has to go, but
you can't ever see him again.
You can have your dad show
you some constellations
in the night sky
but you can't reach the stars.
You can have pictures,
and memories of past times
with friends and family by an old
brickhouse in Tennessee,
but they are only memories.
You can have a beautiful
painted canvas that everyone
congratulates you on,
but you know it will never
be perfect in your eyes.
You can have a dandilion each day
closing your eyes and making a wish.
You can have the hope
of a wish, a dream, or a goal,
but you can't always have the sweet
taste of victory and accomplishment.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake


Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake


Description...
     A dream is a person's most private world where the mind roams freely and there is no bonderies or limits. We all dream and create a world that is worth living in and made just for us. These poems describe and circle the thought of  a dream...


 Synopsis...
       Dreaming let's every person open a world where they are free...sometimes we do this when we sleep, but many do it when they are wide awake.

Poetry...


"Birds appearing in a dream" by Michael Collier

"A dream within a Dream" by Edgar Allen Poe

"I dream of you to Wake" by Christina Rosetti

"Darkness" by George Gordon Bryon

"Japanese Lullaby" by Eugene Field

"The Sandman" by Margaret Thompson Janvier

"O Little Root of a Dream" by Paul Celan     Translated by Heather McHugh

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Book Review

Stolen Innocence



Publisher: William Morrow

Genre: Non-Fiction

Where I got it: Mrs. Meadows recommended it to the whole class.

One Sentence summary: This book is about a young girl who lives polygamous sect, and at only fourteen is forced to marry.

First sentence of the book: "I clutched the delicate silk nightgown and embroided robe of my bridal gown as i hurried to the bathroom."

First Chapter Review: She explains how her life is living with many brothers and sisters and even in the hard times she seems happy there. You can tell she loves her family a lot during the first chapter. She shows how her mom's life was effected in the beggining by the polygamy life style.

Verdict: This is a book I would reccomend to all my friends, it is extremly touching story and it shows that life may not always be easy.

Cover Comments: On the cover it shows Elissa Wall (author) in her everyday dress. Also there is a faded face on the right corner that I believe is Warren.





Let Go

Reef Green Benjamin Moore 2042-50





Running from-
The dull, white
house out into
the capacious,
green lawn.
Blades of green grass
under my hand-me-down
sneakers. Warm-
from the afternoon sun
like a parents
embrace.
The wind blew
carrying out
leaves that have fallen
and pushing my hair
out of my eyes like
a mother.

Clinging,
Clutching,
Grasping,
onto the willow's
sturdy branch.
Hoping-
to hold on forever. But
I know.
And it knows.
That when the wind blows
I will let go.

The trees-
dancing along with me.
The wind-
whispering in my ear.
Jokes and secrets
making giggles travel
like a humming bird
soaring from flower to flower.

Each leaf-
coming from
one tree
like a family.
A perfect household
of green.

God forbid
a leaf to fall,
to be seperated,
to be alone,
For that is my greatest fear.

Walking to the great Pine
It towering over me,
like a father,
Big, mighty, strong.

On the Tree, words
carved in.
Names an dates
surrounded by an embrace
of a heart. Love
etched.

On the ground Pine cones
scattered,
unborn seeds waiting
to grow.
How-
will it grow
Properly
if so close
to the parent?

Grabbing the pine cone
Clinging,
Clutching,
Grasping,
Hoping-
to hold on.
But I know
and it knows.
That when the wind blows
I will let go.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Three Blind Mice


Three Blind Mice

The beach
Now a narrow strip
Dotted with boys
Waiting…
Silently.

The grim mood
The darkness of the island
Aware all at once of
The uncomfortable meeting,
Disliked Perpetually.

This meeting must be
Business…
Not fun.
No chasing imaginary thoughts.

The declining sun
Lost behind him.
The wind rolling
Noisily among dry leaves.
A dozen boys
No wit
No enduring
Came straight away
To the assembly.

Ralph,
The chief
Had to be wise
Had to think
Had to lead.

He paused
Clearing his throat.
Ralph went on.
And on.
And on.
Assembly roaring
Throughout the darkness
Someone called out.
“Too many things.”


The sun was slanted.
Shadows-
Where they ought to be.
Jack stood in the gloom
Scowling and holding
Out his hands.

Ralph protested
“I haven’t finished yet!”
Grumbling,
And mumbling
Under his breath.
Jack sat.

When the meeting
Ended,
Jack spoke,
Fear cannot hurt you-
Any more then a dream.
A lot of crybabies and
Sissy’s sat silently.
Frightened-
By the beat like nightmares
The make liluns
Scream at night.

Mucking about the dark
Ralph-
Open-mouthed
Moved restlessly.
Chief-
Who was chosen.
Does it make a difference?

“Go on
Be chief.”
Remote and
Unearthly.
Darkness
Chilled them
Three Blind Mice.