Response on Sonnet 75

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,

Or as sweet seasoned show'rs are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;

Now counting best to be with you alone,

Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight

And by and by clean starvèd for a look;

Possessing or pursuing no delight,

Save what is had or must from you be took.

  Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,

  Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

         The sonnet that I chose to write about was Shakespeare’s Sonnet 75. I chose this one to write about because I thought it was funny and clever because Shakespeare uses a lot of hyperbole in this sonnet for example he says “Sometime all full with feasting on your sight And by and by clean starved for a look;” He’s saying how he like starves and needs to look at her because she’s so beautiful but he’s not actually starving. Another line that was an example of this is “So are you to my thoughts as food to life” It’s basically showing how desperate he is and how much her beauty amazes him and how much he loves her.

         

           From studying Shakespeare so far I’ve realized that most of his sonnets and screenplays have basically the same topics, which are love, tragedy and comedy. Which I think is a weird but interesting combination because they are all very unique topics but they work so well together. Like How in other Shakespeare sonnets I’ve read they like contrast in weird ways and in one sonnet he talks about how is girlfriend is like ugly and boring and plain but he still loves her so much, which is really funny to think about. Just like this sonnet he’s like desperate for this girl and he’s saying he needs her so much that if he didn’t have her he would die and be miserable.

        

An Unstill Mirror

As I look into the mirror I see

Layers of self forever unfolding

Me is not at all what I used to be

A newer me always to be molding

As I look I see a me. Five or six

With dark curled tresses so wild and free

Like how an antelope prances and skips

Who doesn’t speak to anyone but me

Then in a quick glance the image has changed

A girl of ten who’s developed a way

To find interest in things in every range

Who promises that it will never decay

 Me at fourteen feels so very surreal

The changes wont stop they will never seal

Auburn Cloud

Dancing in the clouds of jealousy

Of auburn and dashes of brown

Frolicking in the world of fame and stardom

Where everyone knows  who

And why you’re so important

Shining in beauty and poise

Of what only a dancer can posses

As you pirouette into the pupils of

Your viewer who admire the skill

and Jete with a point of focus in to the dark hole

of the less fortune

less talented

less you

The abyss where the others scowl at your beauty

Instead of imitate the beauty the poise

The you

They fuss over what they will only dream of becoming one day

Sometime

In their cloud of blue want and struggle

                                                                                                                                                                                                            

What happens to a broken heart?

Is it forgot, and left to fight for hope?

Does it crumble and crush, so that all that’s left is

Rubble?

Or maybe it cries like an infant with hunger?

Or is it a broken window, that only with a skilled hand

Can it be mended?

Does it cry out but can’t be heard, like a fallen tree in an

empty forest?

Does it blue and black like a bruise?

Or Does it just snooze?

Because it feels the blues?

Or maybe it gropes

In the hope.

Of one day being fixed.                         

What is Poetry

Thoughts which are strung

From the brain to the tongue

From the pen the page

In dark marks of emotion

Decorating a writers canvas

Sashaying across an open space

In beautiful whirls of wisdom

Waiting to be__

Soaked up by the brain of a hungry reader

Whose mind craves the stanzas

Painted by an artist of words 

Auburn Clouds of Jealousy: Artwork emmers

            The famous painter that I chose to study was Edgar Degas. He was born is Paris, France in 1834 to a musical family. His mother was an opera singer and his father liked to arrange home recitals his father was also an art lover and was encouraged by his father to start painting. He went to Lycée Louis-le-Grand School. His mother died when he was 13 and he kept his moms wedding dress. Edgar Degas’ first paintings were called “copies” because he copied the masterpieces of other great artists as practice; most of the paintings he copied were classical paintings. Then he went to Ecole Des Beaux-Art in Paris but he only stayed for a year and he left and decided to visit Italy to study there. Also he copied many Da Vinci and Michelangelo paintings. Then he decided that he wanted to paint things that were more modern and different. He spent a lot of his time painting and sculpting and photographic horses, Dancers and naked women bathing.

 

         The painting I chose to observe is called “ Le Pas Battu” the painting has two ballerinas in it: one is smiling and her tutu’s fuller than the other dancer and her arms are in 5^th high there’s this auburn color in the background near her that reminds me of fire, the other dancer has her hands on her hips, with a scowl, she’s background in blue and black and colors in this painting are very contrasting its almost like its on fire in have of the drawing but in a small corner there are cooler colors as if its water putting out a fire which I think is interesting, because being a dancer sometimes when your on stage its like you’re the star and your burning hot with adrenaline simply just enjoying yourself , caught in the moment. Like the dancer who is elaborately dressed in flowers. Who’s the one is “ on fire” and there’s always some one there to “ cool you off” because the moment got too intense.         

What I can interpret from this painting is this fiery scene is being cooled down by the dancer with the scowl while the other is enjoying the feeling of the fire.

I think this painting could be a symbol of jealousy. Because some of Edgar Degas’ quotes mentioned a star, and he always focused on the star of the performance in most of his dance paintings most of the other dancers that weren’t in spotlight were blocked out by the auburn clouds of jealousy that Degas painted with oil pastel. The only twist in this painting is that this one has the auburn color around what seems to be the star and the bluefish more calm color is around someone who might be one of the girls who are jealous. Another interpretation that I made was maybe since in other paintings other dancers are hidden between the orange like color it could symbolize a dancer who usually doesn’t get to be the star bursts through the barrier between stardom and background and is finally the star and the second dancer could be the star getting pushed of her pedestal.

I really can’t choose a solid meaning of this painting because there are so many possibilities. The situation could be portrayed in away really the only thing that I can make stand for something are the colors I just don’t know what the actual scene is depicting but all I can conclude is that Degas created a mind boggler. 


Source: Loumaye, Jacqueline, Edgar Degas, and Nadine Massart. "Pg 11-3." Degas: The Painted Gesture. New York: Chelsea House, 1994. Print.