Tainara Candido
AP English
Period 3
Over this past year in AP English with Ms. Clapp, I have learned to read critically and analyze every detail of a story. A tree is never just a tree especially when struck with lightning, and when it rains, it’s a rebirth. A symbol is lurking around every corner and this past year in English I’ve learned to observe every detail of anything I can. It’s made me a more careful reader and I now obsessively annotate every piece of writing that I lay my hands on. As a writer I’ve noticed that I frequently use the words that Ms. Clapp has handed out occassionally for the class to use over the year and my analysis has also become stronger over the year. Over essays that I was recieving lower grades in the beginning of the year, I am recieving higher grades now because I am able to more effectively express myself in terms of literary analysis. There is more flow to my literary analysis, it is better understood and written stronger in general. However, I know that my strengths lie in poetry analysis and my personal or creative work is stronger than my literary analysis when I analyze short stories or literature.
I think that as a writer over the past year, my weakness lie in my literary analysis, but I have improved over this time. In the beginning of the year, I was not a very good writer of analyzing short stories or catching onto the tone or even ironic undertones of a story. The first essay I had written for irony, I wrote that, “Jorge Luis Borges, author of The Gospel According to Mark, incorporated irony as a literary technique into his short story to establish an ironic Jesus in the form of the protagonist, Espinosa, who unintentionally gives his followers permission to crucify him.” I did not understand at the time that I wasn’t explaining how he was incorporating irony and I never answered the question of what an ironic Jesus contributes to the story. With most of my literary analysis essays, I focused on the technique and the point of the story never truly showed up in my essays, I didn’t focus on the story as a whole and its meaning. Throughout most of the irony essay, I summarized the plot instead of analyzing the plot, “Through his reading of the Gospel According to Saint Mark, a book of the bible, Espinosa unwittingly teaches the Gutres family he is Jesus Christ and confirmation is seen through his miracles. Espinosa preaches salvation to them but they misunderstand that salvation comes through the form of the crucixion and must be repeated with Espinosa.” I’ve improved in that as my literary analysis, as shown through my research essay, I analyzed the life of Daniel de Souza instead of merely summarizing his life, “Daniel is a man who has been described as serious by everyone who knows him and since the beginning of his life, he has been highly disciplined, and his time spent in Aeronautics with the army has helped him carry his discipline even further. Being born as the oldest in a family of five, taught Daniel a tremendous amount of responsibility.” Instead of merely summarizing his life, I have added to the summary and analyzed why I thought he has gained a tremendous amount of responsibility and how. As seen through that short sample of my research project, I have also learned to make my literary analysis flow a bit more, instead of being caught up on complicated words and making no sense.
Certainly my strengths lie in my poetry analysis and personal works as I have recieved high grades for all of these and find these to be the easiest to write. In my poetry analysis of the poem, the Author to Her Book, it was one of my first poetry analysis but also one of my best. In analyzing the poem I siad that, “the speaker of the poem “The Author to her Book” by Anne Bradstreet likens her book to a child to demonstrate her complex attitude towards the work,” to explain the comparison that Anne Bradstreet is making and what effect that causes. I went on to describe the technique the poet was using, “the poem’s controlling metaphor is that of the author and her book compared to a parent and their child,” and then further stated what the controlling metaphor does to give meaning to the poem,” to express the speaker’s resentment , embarrassment and disappointment towards her work. The metaphor depicts the speaker’s internal struggle as her feelings are conflicted by other feelings of affection and pride for her work.” I consider poetry analysis as my best work and the evidence is definitely an example of my best work. My notebook entries also express how careful of a reader I am and that I am able to pick up and allude to other literary novels in the entry, “Apparently, “Mughal Emperors” would donate their limb for a large nose like that of Aadam Aziz’s. Where in the Iranian culture, a large nose is a symbol of ugliness and must be surgically altered, for the Indian or Kashmiri from what I’ve read so far, it is a sign of power if even the emperors are envious. “Mighty” and “colossal” were words used to describe his grandfather’s nose and the narrator called it his “birthright” in what I assumed to be a proud tone for his nose.” Not only do my strengths and weaknesses lie in my poetry analysis and strong reading skills able to pick up on subtle context clues, I feel as if my creative works are also very strong. In my college essay, I was able to express through my words a concrete image of my immigration to America, “The plane ride to America lasted several hours and seemed endless, my childish excitement exceeding my patience at the time. I repeatedly looked out the window to observe the clouds and fantasized of my new life in America. I worried about making new friends in a country that I didn’t know and a language I didn’t speak.” I was able to adapt from one style of writing, that is the abstract of poetry analysis, to a more concrete foundation of instilling an image of immigration in my creative works.
Over this past year, I have improved as a writer where my weaknesses lie in my literary analysis. I have learned to become a more efficient reader that would not have been possible had I not taken this class and am able to pick up on subtle allusions and symbols in a story. In the strenghts that I held, especially in the area of poetry analysis, I can only say that I continue to carry those strengths with me and I am forever improving. Wherever my weaknesses lie, I have learned to create more of an analysis as shown through my research project of my biography and I have also learned to create more of a flow in my literary analysis to more sensibly demonstrate my ideas.
Research Portion
Tainara Candido
AP English
Daniel Luis DeSouza is a serious, religious, and dedicated man who is passionate about his work and family. He has been described as “a man of God” who loves to preach and serve in the church. Ever since he was a young child, that is all he has ever wanted to aspire to; to be a leader in the church. His wife and close family members can attest that he is a man who prays daily and and as his wife once said, he “is a man who looks for God,”(Gelsely). Daniel Luis DeSouza was born on March 17, 1966, in the city of Brasilia, Distrito Federal, Brazil. He was born into a highly religious family as his father, Osorio Luiz de Souza was a pastor and his mother, Maria Messias de Souza, would regularly go out to preach the word of God. From early on, his parents taught him to respect the church and the bible and all of God’s rules, so early on Pastor Daniel acquired a deep and profound respect for the ministry. Being born first, in a family of five also helped him gain tremendous repsonsibility. Daniel has five siblings, two brothers and three sisters. His brothers are named Osiel Luiz de Souza, Samuel Luiz de Souza, Ana Lucia de Souza, Marlucia de Souza, and Miriam de Souza. Daniel is a man who has been described as serious by everyone who knows him and since the beginning of his life, he has been highly disciplined, and his time spent in Aeronautics with the army has helped him carry his discipline even further. Being born as the oldest in a family of five, taught Daniel a tremendous amount of responsibility. Whenever his parents would leave the house, ever since Daniel was a young child of 9 years old, he would take care of his younger brothers and sisters. He would cook, he would clean and even bake for his siblings. Daniel’s responsibility and dedication with his family certainly carried on to other areas of his life, such as his school and his music. Daniel attended Elementary school in the School of Class number two, Gama and Middle School in the Educational Center Number one, Gama, and then went on to the high school of the Educational Center number Five, Gama. Ever since Daniel was a young boy, he has always loved music, so much that he attended the School of Music of Brasilia and he studied there three years; where he acquired good grades, equivalent to B’s in the American grade system. In college, when he decided to pursue a life in the ministry, he attended the Theological Baptist Faculty of Brasilia.
Pastor Daniel, while always holding a special love for the ministry, also always wanted to be a maestro. Ever since he was young, he has played instruments and even thoug he attended the School of Music, he knew how to play most instruments by then, having learned in his church and from his father. He has led church choirs both in Brasil and in the United States, and has called it one of the best experiences of his life. From interviews conducted with members of his church and his wife, they can all attest to the fact that Pastor Daniel has always loved music and he loves to play his instruments. Pastor Daniel plays piano, guitar,
AP English
Daniel Luis DeSouza is a serious, religious, and dedicated man who is passionate about his work and family. He has been described as “a man of God” who loves to preach and serve in the church. Ever since he was a young child, that is all he has ever wanted to aspire to; to be a leader in the church. His wife and close family members can attest that he is a man who prays daily and and as his wife once said, he “is a man who looks for God,”(Gelsely). Daniel Luis DeSouza was born on March 17, 1966, in the city of Brasilia, Distrito Federal, Brazil. He was born into a highly religious family as his father, Osorio Luiz de Souza was a pastor and his mother, Maria Messias de Souza, would regularly go out to preach the word of God. From early on, his parents taught him to respect the church and the bible and all of God’s rules, so early on Pastor Daniel acquired a deep and profound respect for the ministry. Being born first, in a family of five also helped him gain tremendous repsonsibility. Daniel has five siblings, two brothers and three sisters. His brothers are named Osiel Luiz de Souza, Samuel Luiz de Souza, Ana Lucia de Souza, Marlucia de Souza, and Miriam de Souza. Daniel is a man who has been described as serious by everyone who knows him and since the beginning of his life, he has been highly disciplined, and his time spent in Aeronautics with the army has helped him carry his discipline even further. Being born as the oldest in a family of five, taught Daniel a tremendous amount of responsibility. Whenever his parents would leave the house, ever since Daniel was a young child of 9 years old, he would take care of his younger brothers and sisters. He would cook, he would clean and even bake for his siblings. Daniel’s responsibility and dedication with his family certainly carried on to other areas of his life, such as his school and his music. Daniel attended Elementary school in the School of Class number two, Gama and Middle School in the Educational Center Number one, Gama, and then went on to the high school of the Educational Center number Five, Gama. Ever since Daniel was a young boy, he has always loved music, so much that he attended the School of Music of Brasilia and he studied there three years; where he acquired good grades, equivalent to B’s in the American grade system. In college, when he decided to pursue a life in the ministry, he attended the Theological Baptist Faculty of Brasilia.
Pastor Daniel, while always holding a special love for the ministry, also always wanted to be a maestro. Ever since he was young, he has played instruments and even thoug he attended the School of Music, he knew how to play most instruments by then, having learned in his church and from his father. He has led church choirs both in Brasil and in the United States, and has called it one of the best experiences of his life. From interviews conducted with members of his church and his wife, they can all attest to the fact that Pastor Daniel has always loved music and he loves to play his instruments. Pastor Daniel plays piano, guitar,
College Essay Revised and Reviosion choices attached
Tainara Candido
AP English
Immigration
The plane ride to America lasted several hours and seemed endless, my childish excitement exceeding my patience at the time. I repeatedly looked out the window to observe the clouds and fantasized of my new life in America. I worried about making new friends in a country that I didn’t know and a language I didn’t speak. I dreamed of attending school and learning English, a foreign language spoken by extroardinary people living in an enchanted land. Ever since my father’s arrival in America three years before mine, I envisioned meeting him in America and impressing him with my knowledge of the English language. I tried teaching myself English and memorized an abundance of words and numbers in English . Granted, I did not have a firm enough grasp of the Portuguese language at the time so teaching myself english was a difficult task, but in my six year old mind I could. America was a place I imagined resembling an utopia, a perfect country. Living in Brazil, my father often called home to regale my mind with stories of kind and generous Americans and of my favorite story about everyone getting along with each other, even cats and dogs. In my childlish innocence, I believed all of this possible in America and more; the land of opportunities.
Upon our arrival to America, we were faced with the challenges of learning to adapt in a foreign country along with the struggle of the foreign language. To this day, my mother struggles with English and has me translate, speak, and write for her. Whenever someone calls home in English, the phone is handed to me where I must then write down any information for my mother. My mother attempted attending English classes but I was usually the one stuck completing her homework. I dreaded the afternoons in which she returned with homework since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ride my bike that day. She’s leaned onto my English as a crutch and simply won’t stand up, which I no longer find as irritating as I did in the beginning. I learned English in a matter of months and by the third grade I spoke accentless. I read every book I earned or bought for I was afraid of feeling stupid in not knowing the language. I constantly thought of other teasing me and being left friendless if I didn’t speak the language. By the second grade, I read at a much higher level than my peers, one of my favorite books being Pride and Prejudice; granted the illustrated one with easier to read words, but I easily caught up to my English speaking friends and surpassed them. I took pride in my English and in my school work as well, working hard to be accepted. I obsessed over speaking correctly and overachieved by handing in extra work whenever possible. As a child, I understood that I had to work hard in this country to survive, so I strove to work as hard as my father worked, who worked fourteen hours a day to support his family; but academically.
America was and still is a place of opportunity, precisely the reason my father came to the United States and brought his family. He lost his job in Brazil, and as the unemployment rate escalated, he knew securing another job was nearly impossible; today I am aware that were I to have been raised in Brazil, I would be out of luck in finding employment, most especially as a woman. I’m in this country today to achieve my dreams of going into a career to help others and to give back to my community in the form of community service or even just introducing them to a new culture and lifestyle. I am here to achieve my dream of financial stability so that one day in the future I will never have to move to another country and work fourteen hours a day at a pizzeria simply to feed my family; or to struggle with the language and depend on my children for simple daily tasks as taking down a phone number. Today, I have two homes, one in Malden, Massachusetts, and another in Urussanga, Brazil. I know what it’s like to live two different cultures and to work hard to secure my future in this country. I’ve adapted, I’ve made this country my country and I will contribute to its well being and differences for the rest of my life.
College Essay REvision Choices:
Tainara Candido
Ap English
Portoflio
Revision Choice
I chose to revise a sample of personal work, my college essay. I chose to revise that essay simply because I felt that it was the one I had the most to work with, and also simply because I never revised it before and felt that it was too on the surface. When I first got back my college essay, the commentary for the changes to be made was that it had no focus, my teacher didn’t really know where I was going with it. After reading it once more myself, I realized that I didn’t even know where I had gone with it. I changed the essay to give it focus, to show the reader what I can contribute to a community with my background, the diversity and attitude I bring to a community. I also rewrote parts of the essay so that the struggle my family and I went through in adapting to this country was more apparent and gave my conclusion a stronger focus. I revised parts of the essay to show that I came to this country to be able to succeed financially and would never have to fight as hard as my parents fought. I also deleted unnecessary parts of the essay that I thought showed nothing of my personality or highlights of the journey to this country; irrelevent parts of the essay I hadn’t noticed the first time around.
AP English
Immigration
The plane ride to America lasted several hours and seemed endless, my childish excitement exceeding my patience at the time. I repeatedly looked out the window to observe the clouds and fantasized of my new life in America. I worried about making new friends in a country that I didn’t know and a language I didn’t speak. I dreamed of attending school and learning English, a foreign language spoken by extroardinary people living in an enchanted land. Ever since my father’s arrival in America three years before mine, I envisioned meeting him in America and impressing him with my knowledge of the English language. I tried teaching myself English and memorized an abundance of words and numbers in English . Granted, I did not have a firm enough grasp of the Portuguese language at the time so teaching myself english was a difficult task, but in my six year old mind I could. America was a place I imagined resembling an utopia, a perfect country. Living in Brazil, my father often called home to regale my mind with stories of kind and generous Americans and of my favorite story about everyone getting along with each other, even cats and dogs. In my childlish innocence, I believed all of this possible in America and more; the land of opportunities.
Upon our arrival to America, we were faced with the challenges of learning to adapt in a foreign country along with the struggle of the foreign language. To this day, my mother struggles with English and has me translate, speak, and write for her. Whenever someone calls home in English, the phone is handed to me where I must then write down any information for my mother. My mother attempted attending English classes but I was usually the one stuck completing her homework. I dreaded the afternoons in which she returned with homework since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ride my bike that day. She’s leaned onto my English as a crutch and simply won’t stand up, which I no longer find as irritating as I did in the beginning. I learned English in a matter of months and by the third grade I spoke accentless. I read every book I earned or bought for I was afraid of feeling stupid in not knowing the language. I constantly thought of other teasing me and being left friendless if I didn’t speak the language. By the second grade, I read at a much higher level than my peers, one of my favorite books being Pride and Prejudice; granted the illustrated one with easier to read words, but I easily caught up to my English speaking friends and surpassed them. I took pride in my English and in my school work as well, working hard to be accepted. I obsessed over speaking correctly and overachieved by handing in extra work whenever possible. As a child, I understood that I had to work hard in this country to survive, so I strove to work as hard as my father worked, who worked fourteen hours a day to support his family; but academically.
America was and still is a place of opportunity, precisely the reason my father came to the United States and brought his family. He lost his job in Brazil, and as the unemployment rate escalated, he knew securing another job was nearly impossible; today I am aware that were I to have been raised in Brazil, I would be out of luck in finding employment, most especially as a woman. I’m in this country today to achieve my dreams of going into a career to help others and to give back to my community in the form of community service or even just introducing them to a new culture and lifestyle. I am here to achieve my dream of financial stability so that one day in the future I will never have to move to another country and work fourteen hours a day at a pizzeria simply to feed my family; or to struggle with the language and depend on my children for simple daily tasks as taking down a phone number. Today, I have two homes, one in Malden, Massachusetts, and another in Urussanga, Brazil. I know what it’s like to live two different cultures and to work hard to secure my future in this country. I’ve adapted, I’ve made this country my country and I will contribute to its well being and differences for the rest of my life.
College Essay REvision Choices:
Tainara Candido
Ap English
Portoflio
Revision Choice
I chose to revise a sample of personal work, my college essay. I chose to revise that essay simply because I felt that it was the one I had the most to work with, and also simply because I never revised it before and felt that it was too on the surface. When I first got back my college essay, the commentary for the changes to be made was that it had no focus, my teacher didn’t really know where I was going with it. After reading it once more myself, I realized that I didn’t even know where I had gone with it. I changed the essay to give it focus, to show the reader what I can contribute to a community with my background, the diversity and attitude I bring to a community. I also rewrote parts of the essay so that the struggle my family and I went through in adapting to this country was more apparent and gave my conclusion a stronger focus. I revised parts of the essay to show that I came to this country to be able to succeed financially and would never have to fight as hard as my parents fought. I also deleted unnecessary parts of the essay that I thought showed nothing of my personality or highlights of the journey to this country; irrelevent parts of the essay I hadn’t noticed the first time around.
college Essay Creative work for Portfolio
Tainara Candido
AP English
Immigration
The plane ride to America lasted several hours and seemed endless, my childish excitement exceeding my patience at the time. I repeatedly looked out the window to observe the clouds and fantasized of my new life in America. I worried about making new friends in a country that I didn’t know and a language I didn’t speak. I dreamed of attending school and learning English, a foreign language spoken by extroardinary people living in an enchanted land. Ever since my father’s arrival in America three years before mine, I envisioned meeting him in America and impressing him with my knowledge of the English language. I tried teaching myself English and memorized an abundance of words and numbers in English . Granted, I did not have a firm enough grasp of the Portuguese language at the time so teaching myself english was a difficult task, but in my six year old mind I could. America was a place I imagined resembling an utopia, a perfect country. Living in Brazil, my father often called home to regale my mind with stories of kind and generous Americans and of my favorite story about everyone getting along with each other, even cats and dogs. In my childlish innocence, I believed all of this possible in America and more; the land of opportunities.
My father walked across the American border from Mexico together with other illegal immigrants after hiring “coiotes” or coyotes, drug and human traffickers, to smuggle him across border lines. The coyotoes drove him along with his friends from Texas to Boston where he worked on raising money to pay for my mother and mine’s plane fare. Upon our arrival to America, we were faced with the challenges of learning to adapt in a foreign country along with the struggle of the foreign language. To this day, my mother struggles with English and has me translate, speak, and write for her. Whenever someone calls home in English, the phone is handed to me where I must then write down any information for my mother. My mother attends a Portuguese speaking Brazilian church and has only portuguese speaking friends and has no need to put the English language into practice. At first, my mother attended English classes but I was usually the one stuck completing her homework. I dreaded the afternoons in which she returned with homework since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ride my bike that day. She’s leaned onto my English as a crutch and simply won’t stand up, which I no longer find irritating as I did in the beginning. I learned English in a matter of months and by the third grade I spoke accentless. I read every book I earned or bought for I was afraid of feeling stupid in not knowing the language and by the second grade, I read at a much higher level than my peers, one of my favorite books being Pride and Prejudice; granted the illustrated one with easeir to read words, but I easily caught up to my English speaking friends and surpassed them. I befriended many Americans as well and had formed a close-knit group with the children of my neighborhood with who I wrestled, biked, and kicked soccer balls.
America was a place of opportunity where-to my father immigrated, brought his family, and eventually granted us legal status there-in. The people were friendly and kind, willing to make friends with me,a foreigner that did not speak the language at first and who had different customs and traditions. I have greater educational benefits and opportunities that were unnaccessible in Brazil. I speak three languages now rather than just Portuguese and Spanish. I belong to a country now where a person has the opportunity to become famous through inventions and innovations like Bill Gates through the invention of Microsoft and John Pemberton, creator of Coca-Cola. Dreams are reality as education reaches the most exclusive of locations any occupation desired can be achieved through the use of pen to paper and hand to machinery.
AP English
Immigration
The plane ride to America lasted several hours and seemed endless, my childish excitement exceeding my patience at the time. I repeatedly looked out the window to observe the clouds and fantasized of my new life in America. I worried about making new friends in a country that I didn’t know and a language I didn’t speak. I dreamed of attending school and learning English, a foreign language spoken by extroardinary people living in an enchanted land. Ever since my father’s arrival in America three years before mine, I envisioned meeting him in America and impressing him with my knowledge of the English language. I tried teaching myself English and memorized an abundance of words and numbers in English . Granted, I did not have a firm enough grasp of the Portuguese language at the time so teaching myself english was a difficult task, but in my six year old mind I could. America was a place I imagined resembling an utopia, a perfect country. Living in Brazil, my father often called home to regale my mind with stories of kind and generous Americans and of my favorite story about everyone getting along with each other, even cats and dogs. In my childlish innocence, I believed all of this possible in America and more; the land of opportunities.
My father walked across the American border from Mexico together with other illegal immigrants after hiring “coiotes” or coyotes, drug and human traffickers, to smuggle him across border lines. The coyotoes drove him along with his friends from Texas to Boston where he worked on raising money to pay for my mother and mine’s plane fare. Upon our arrival to America, we were faced with the challenges of learning to adapt in a foreign country along with the struggle of the foreign language. To this day, my mother struggles with English and has me translate, speak, and write for her. Whenever someone calls home in English, the phone is handed to me where I must then write down any information for my mother. My mother attends a Portuguese speaking Brazilian church and has only portuguese speaking friends and has no need to put the English language into practice. At first, my mother attended English classes but I was usually the one stuck completing her homework. I dreaded the afternoons in which she returned with homework since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ride my bike that day. She’s leaned onto my English as a crutch and simply won’t stand up, which I no longer find irritating as I did in the beginning. I learned English in a matter of months and by the third grade I spoke accentless. I read every book I earned or bought for I was afraid of feeling stupid in not knowing the language and by the second grade, I read at a much higher level than my peers, one of my favorite books being Pride and Prejudice; granted the illustrated one with easeir to read words, but I easily caught up to my English speaking friends and surpassed them. I befriended many Americans as well and had formed a close-knit group with the children of my neighborhood with who I wrestled, biked, and kicked soccer balls.
America was a place of opportunity where-to my father immigrated, brought his family, and eventually granted us legal status there-in. The people were friendly and kind, willing to make friends with me,a foreigner that did not speak the language at first and who had different customs and traditions. I have greater educational benefits and opportunities that were unnaccessible in Brazil. I speak three languages now rather than just Portuguese and Spanish. I belong to a country now where a person has the opportunity to become famous through inventions and innovations like Bill Gates through the invention of Microsoft and John Pemberton, creator of Coca-Cola. Dreams are reality as education reaches the most exclusive of locations any occupation desired can be achieved through the use of pen to paper and hand to machinery.
Open Response Explication of Author to her book for the sample in portfolio of on demand writing
Tainara Candido
AP English
Per. 3
The Struggle of Satisfaction
The speaker of the poem “The Author to her Book” by Anne Bradstreet likens her book to a child to demonstrate her complex attitude towards the work. The poem’s controlling metaphor is that of the author and her book compared to a parent and their child to express the speaker’s resentment , embarrassment and disappointment towards her work. The metaphor depicts the speaker’s internal struggle as her feelings are conflicted by other feelings of affection and pride for her work. The speaker struggles to accept her work but must send the book to parts that are not “known”.
Anne Bradstreet’s use of a controlling metaphor shows the speaker’s attitude towards her book through the relationship of mother and child. The speaker’s attitude towards her book is complex in that it expresses many different feelings that contrast one another. The speaker’s feelings toward her book are that of a mother towards her child; she calls the book her “offspring” that after “birth” remained by her side. The speaker is the book’s “mother” and experiences similar feelings towards her book as a mother may feel. The speaker feels resentment for the actions taken towards the book; the book was “snatched” from her and “exposed to public view” before the speaker could edit her work. At the book’s return her “blushing” or embarrassment was great, because where the book’s “errors” weren’t corrected, “all may judge” her work. She once again likens her book to a child as the “rambling brat (in print)” is turned away by the speaker because its “visage” annoyed her. A mother may be disappointed with her child like the speaker describes is towards her book. The speaker was unsatisfied with the published work and believed it not to be finished. However, as the book is her work and she feels the it is her child, the speaker describes feeling “affection” towards her work and this emotion shows a different attitude taken by the speaker towards her book.
The speaker’s feelings of resentment and embarrassment are conflicted by her feelings of affection and pride for the book. The controlling metaphor in the poem shows the speaker as having more than one feeling for her book as a mother would have for her child. A mother may sometimes be aggravated her child as the speaker describes feeling “irksome” towards her book. But, the speaker is also affectionate towards the child no matter how else she feels much like a mother towards her child. The speaker was unsatisfied with her work and does not wish to show it to anyone, but since she is “poor”, she had to send the work out into parts uknown. Her feelings are conflicted as first she is resentful of her work, the work she considers her child and her feelings are not too far off from what a mother may feel for their child. The speaker then feels affectionate since it is her work, or child, and comes to accept her work and sends her work out to be viewed by others, although she warns the book to never fall into “critics hands” as a mother might warn a child against danger.
The speaker struggled internally throughout the poem to accept her work and is shown through the metaphor of a parent struggling internally with their emotions toward their child. The speaker at first feels resentment towards her work and her attitude is changed throughout the poem to affection and even pride, although she is not satisfied with her work. The different attitudes conveyed by the speaker are shown by the extended metaphor of author as parent and book as child, since a parent often feels conflicting emotions toward their child throughout the child’s life like the speaker feels towards her creation throughout its journey.
AP English
Per. 3
The Struggle of Satisfaction
The speaker of the poem “The Author to her Book” by Anne Bradstreet likens her book to a child to demonstrate her complex attitude towards the work. The poem’s controlling metaphor is that of the author and her book compared to a parent and their child to express the speaker’s resentment , embarrassment and disappointment towards her work. The metaphor depicts the speaker’s internal struggle as her feelings are conflicted by other feelings of affection and pride for her work. The speaker struggles to accept her work but must send the book to parts that are not “known”.
Anne Bradstreet’s use of a controlling metaphor shows the speaker’s attitude towards her book through the relationship of mother and child. The speaker’s attitude towards her book is complex in that it expresses many different feelings that contrast one another. The speaker’s feelings toward her book are that of a mother towards her child; she calls the book her “offspring” that after “birth” remained by her side. The speaker is the book’s “mother” and experiences similar feelings towards her book as a mother may feel. The speaker feels resentment for the actions taken towards the book; the book was “snatched” from her and “exposed to public view” before the speaker could edit her work. At the book’s return her “blushing” or embarrassment was great, because where the book’s “errors” weren’t corrected, “all may judge” her work. She once again likens her book to a child as the “rambling brat (in print)” is turned away by the speaker because its “visage” annoyed her. A mother may be disappointed with her child like the speaker describes is towards her book. The speaker was unsatisfied with the published work and believed it not to be finished. However, as the book is her work and she feels the it is her child, the speaker describes feeling “affection” towards her work and this emotion shows a different attitude taken by the speaker towards her book.
The speaker’s feelings of resentment and embarrassment are conflicted by her feelings of affection and pride for the book. The controlling metaphor in the poem shows the speaker as having more than one feeling for her book as a mother would have for her child. A mother may sometimes be aggravated her child as the speaker describes feeling “irksome” towards her book. But, the speaker is also affectionate towards the child no matter how else she feels much like a mother towards her child. The speaker was unsatisfied with her work and does not wish to show it to anyone, but since she is “poor”, she had to send the work out into parts uknown. Her feelings are conflicted as first she is resentful of her work, the work she considers her child and her feelings are not too far off from what a mother may feel for their child. The speaker then feels affectionate since it is her work, or child, and comes to accept her work and sends her work out to be viewed by others, although she warns the book to never fall into “critics hands” as a mother might warn a child against danger.
The speaker struggled internally throughout the poem to accept her work and is shown through the metaphor of a parent struggling internally with their emotions toward their child. The speaker at first feels resentment towards her work and her attitude is changed throughout the poem to affection and even pride, although she is not satisfied with her work. The different attitudes conveyed by the speaker are shown by the extended metaphor of author as parent and book as child, since a parent often feels conflicting emotions toward their child throughout the child’s life like the speaker feels towards her creation throughout its journey.
Dialectical Journal Entry
| “On Aadam Aziz, the nose assumed a patriarchal aspect. On my mother, it looked noble and a little long-suffering; on my aunt Emerald, snobbish; on my aunt Alia, intellectual; on my uncle Hanif it was the organ of an unsuccessful genius; my uncle Mustapha made it a second-rater’s sniffer; the Brass Monkey escaped it completely; but on me—on me, it was something else again.”(page 8-9) | Once again, even though it not exactly the Iranian culture this time, the nose is mentioned. In both cultures though, the nose is of great importance and almost seems to hold their personality. While the narrator is describing how the nose affects the appearance of the characters, I imagine in my mind that the characters may act in this manner; and it is all reflected in their nose. Apparently, “Mughal Emperors” would donate their limb for a large nose like that of Aadam Aziz’s. Where in the Iranian culture, a large nose is a symbol of ugliness and must be surgically altered, for the Indian or Kashmiri from what I’ve read so far, it is a sign of power if even the emperors are envious. “Mighty” and “colossal” were words used to describe his grandfather’s nose and the narrator called it his “birthright” in what I assumed to be a proud tone for his nose. Aadam Aziz was told dynasties were waiting inside his nose and it was one to start a family with; almost a prediction of sorts. Aadam Aziz has a good business and a son he was able to send to medical school, a man well-off, and if the narrator also has the same nose, it seems he destined for greatness like his grandfather. |
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