To be quite Frankenstein with you...

Notes

Chapter one:
Victor is Swiss, know for precision. He was a wealthy man, who's father was a man of integrity. His father was old an married late, and One his closest friends was a stubborn merchant who was once poor and has false pride ( hid how he was). He became I'll of sadness, and relied on his daughter to take care of her. He wanted to make sure she had money when he passed so he married her, which is why victors father married late. He had a very good relationship with his parents, because they gave him lots of love and attention. ( We know he's a tragic hero from the letters. He went from riches to rags ). He came across a peasant woman with a 'special' child (shedding radiance from her looks) and Elizabeth became his sister. She was so beautiful that so was her inners. She was really a present for Victor. " Since from death there was she was mine only ". From this we get there difference in personalities. Victor found a book by Cornelius Agrippa, a fascinating philosopher (magic, paraselsis and junk) and was super excited to read it. His father told him it was rubbish so he then wanted to read even more. He was absorbing intellectual things and everything about nature; beating death (because he's reading about all these crazy things) he realized the harnesing of nature... Science. This happened by watching lightning strike a tree and seeing electricity. All at once he realized the true science is powerful (math, galvinismn)

Chapter two:
balls deep in NOTHING! Read it damnit.

Chapter 3:
Elizabeth catches Scarlett's fever,Elizabeth mom shouldn't have taken care of her but she helped everyone, she needed to help her. Because she took care of her, she caught it and died. Victor now sees death as something evil, and realized that afterwards you become bitter. His father wanted him to be a merchant. Victor felt alone, and recapped on everything sad that happened to him making him not want to go to school. "Invicible repugnance to new faces".

Victor begins to describe that all the bad that's happened is due to Satan. How much of this feels like its his fault? How much of this is about a guy who's on a path that he can not controll? Is it him or Satan? M Krempe told victor that everything he's ever believed in and studied is useless, than tells him to begin his studies atirely anew. master Krempe was a little squat man with a gruff voice and repulsive contender (frankensteins discription) judging by appearance.

He forms a new drive:to bring back his mother. "The science of the modern time period are given the power of god" frankenstein becomes almost cocky and says that he's going to do more than another man, become a god, and "unfold the world the deepest mysteries of creation". He's a very ignorant man suddenly.

Chapter 4:
Frqnkenstein develops an unhealthy pursuit; obsession. He can't controll what's happening . Philosophy and science and chemistry became his everything. For two hole years he doesn't go home, and was engaged heart and soul into discovers he would make. He had discovered lots, and decides to go home to study because he thinks he's smarter than everyone else. He doesn't really have an end goal, until he asked himself "did the principle of life proceed?" he now has a hook for his obsession. He begins to become a doctor sort, and wishes to examine dead bodies. After more studying he discovers what makes life; what God does. In this case, the power of god he has discovered is dark, because he stoll power from God. (in context) *what is the thing that makes the difference. What is the difference between life and death. He put electricity in a price of meat (comparrison of birth)
Hecan creat life, but he needs to put it in a frame. He didn't think he could do it, but he wants too. This is the century to which they wanted to make a man. Victor is so proud, so error ant, that he wants to challenge God; so he goes crazy. He doesn't eater sleep, he just works. He is stealing bodies, digging up graves. His "frame" can't hold it, what he's doing is bad, and it's killing him.

Chapter 5:
what is the source of life?
- observations-
-a dead animal that has just been killed feels weirdly heavy and limp and stiff. One thing this can tell us about life-> you can almost feel its INTENTION
- what is in the cat that makes this difference? What is the life part?
- heart beating, blood flowing, muscles twitching, eyes moving, etc
-soul?- animals have no soul according to religion
-do animals think? They have no language, and our thoughts are languages based so it gets complex.
- what leaves when a person dies?
we have a sense of self, this suggest that we aren't the body at all, we are a ghost in a meat machine.
-consciousness is life itself.
-maybe life is something that we can't understand. - some kind of perception of some greater thing that is ALL.
- maybe this is at the core of religion as well
-energy can neither be created nor destroyed- something is inside us and this could be said to some kind of energy- some would say it goes back into the ecosystem- death turns into mulch for life in a sense.
-others say consciousness recycles-Hindu- reincarnation

the novel brings up a number of big issues that plague humanity to this day
- we don't really know what we are- or what happens to us or what makes us be.

Victor PROBABLY was doing some variation of electricity jolts in "dead meat". People have long believed that the non-dirty version of creation was the effect of lightning on what they call primordial soup, which was amino acids and blobs of chemical stuff.
-does this sound likely or possible?nor does it make sense?

- these are likely the most important questions for people to grapple with to give their lives meaning and without meaning, we are animals.

what is life. What is it for? What are we doing here? Why are we us?

Representation of creation of Frankie!

Act 1 Scene 3: Wiieeew Macbeth.

Setting: Witches! This means that we will see them interact with Macbeth! This will set the real problems in motion.

Character: Banquo; Macbeths best friend. He's just under or slightly equal to Macbeth in title.

Vocabulary: usurp- to steal the throne and claim it without direct blood lineage.
 Paradox- Something that is contradictory in the same sentence; the juxtaposition of contradictory statements or facts.

Notes: In this scene, the witches are said to be butch and it's mentioned they have BEARDS OF POWER. Are the witches manipulating Macbeth or they are they actually controlling him?  The witches say things from the past, present and future. Macbeth acts frightened by this; a possibility for this would be due to their mentioning of Macbeths secret dream (to be king) or because he was thinking about usurp.

Banquo questions his soberness when he and Macbeth see the witches "poof". Now everybody believes he will be king. Can the devil speak truth? Satan manipulates; his job is to test you.

Soliloquys ma' brada!

Soliloquy Act 1, scene 3 

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act  Of the imperial theme.—                                          I thank you, gentlemen.            

   

This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature?
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not. 

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Translation


There are two sides to every story, 
and in this event the side that's going to make more happy is more appealing. 
Aside from this, nothing good nor bad can come out of this side.
 If it's bad, why has it given me nothing but good?
 But if it's good, why do I hesitate to do it!?
 What terrible things must I do in order to achieve what I want?
What I fear now, 
isn't as terrifying as what I'm imagining.
Although my thoughts are only thoughts,
are taking over me,
and it's all I can think about…
but nothing is nothing.




Soliloquy Act 1, Scene 5 pg. 61


‘They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfect’st report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the King, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor”, by which title, before these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with “Hail King that shalt be!” This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that though mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.’

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be

What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature,

It is too full o’ th’ mink of human kindness

To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,

Art not without ambition, but without

The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou’dst have, great Glamis,

That which cries ‘Thus thou must do, if thou have it’;

And that which rather thou dost fear to do

Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,

And chastise with the valour of my tongue

All that impedes thee from the golden round,

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

To have thee crowned withal.
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Translation


They met the day of the battle, and I've learned that they're smarter than normal people. When I was practically begging to find out and asked for more, they preformed magic and made themselves disappear. As I stood there blankly in wonder and awe, the kings men all came and worshiped me "thane of cawdor". This title wasn't fulfilling enough, for these witches filled my head with I wished them to be saying "king to be". I thought I'd tell you this my dear, in hopes you can still rejoice in the low title that you don't deserve.


You Deserve to be the Lord of Cawdor and more,


I'm afraid that what you've been promised,


will be impossible to achieve due to your kindness.


You would be great,


you're full of ambition! 


But you're not evil.


Though you want to be king,  you're not like a leader;

You would play the game fair, but you’d cheat to win. Lord of Glamis,

you are not brave enough, and you need this to be king.

If you're afraid to do what you have to,

Then your wish will not come true.


Hurry and come home,

So I can tell you all my ideas and opinions

And with the courage behind my words, scold you for

All that keeps you from becoming king, and get you the powers

That the three weird sisters seem

To want you to have.


Soliloquy Act 1 scene 7, pg. 69

If it were done, when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well


It were done quickly. If th’ assassination


Could trammel up the consequence, and catch


With his surcease, success; that but this blow


Might be the be-all and the end-all-here,


But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,


We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases


We still have judgement here, that we but teach


Bloody instructions, which being taught return


To plague th’ inventor. This even-handed justice


Commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice


To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:


First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,


Stonr both against the deed; then, as his host,


Who should against his murderer shut the door,


Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan


Hath borne his favulties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues


Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against


The deep damnation of his taking-off.


And pity, like a naked new-born babe,


Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, horsed


Upon the sightless couriers of the air,


Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,


That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur


To prick the sides of my intent, but only


Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,


And falls on th’ other-
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Translation

If what needs to be done needs to be done, It's better


if we do it sooner than later. The killing of the king


could have me involved,


Which is the only way I can be king.

If wish this meant that I could become King and the rest is all forgotten,


But that's only true in my thoughts


We’d risk it all if we did this for the future. 

Only here,


We are always punished just because we teach others


How to kill one another, and once they figure it out,


They turn on us. 

This arranged punishment is how people get the poison To our own lips. 

Duncan is here with benefits.


First, he is here because he thinks of me as a friend,


A strong reason to why I wouldn't have killed him,


I should punish the person who killed him,


But instead I killed him myself. Duncan as King


Was a good leader, and has been


So confident with all he has done, that the people who worshiped him


Will pray in his name, all together, against


The damage that his death has done.


The sorrow of all of his people,

 and the natural order of things, listen

to all of the rumours,

So everyone knows about the horrid death,

Everyone will cry.

I don't have the best of reasons to kill him,

I was just being selfish,

And now it has interrupted the natural orders of everything.

Soliloquy Act 2, Scene 1

Is this a dagger which I see before me, 

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible 

To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but 

A dagger of the mind, a false creation, 

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? 

I see thee yet, in form as palpable 

As this which now I draw. 

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,

And such an instrument I was to use.

Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses, 

Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still,

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, 

Which was not so before. There's no such thing: 

It is the bloody business which informs 

Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world 

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates

Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd Murder,

Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, 

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, 

With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design 

Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear 

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, 

And take the present horror from the time, 

Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives; 

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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Translation

Is this a dagger, pointing my way?


Let me grab you dagger,

Why can't I hold you? I can see you can't I?!

Are you not a terrible weapon,


telling me to do terrible things?

 Or are you just my imagination,
And I myself am terrible.

Acting from the thoughts put down by the excitment?

I still see you, as clear as I can see myself.

You're pointing me to the place where I planned on going,

And you showed me the weapons I was going to use.

How come I can only see you and not smell, or feel you?

I still see you,

And the blood falling off of you,

Which did not exist before.

Is it what I've done, that makes

Me see you? Because I killed you,

Sleep makes people seem like they have died, and nightmares threaten

Everyone's sleep. Now the witches celebrate

By worshiping my dark deed and the leader of black magic.

I was warned,

You can't hear my footsteps anymore, 

yet you discovered where I am,

And took in what has been happening then, 

While I kill, he survives,

Words bring him back to life from the excitement of the murder.

Poetry Assignment!

Dream Land
By: Lewis Carroll


When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's center,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.


Connection to Poetry (biography)


Lewis Carroll grew up and was raised in a very isolated little town. He had many siblings, but they were mainly girls (seven) and him being the eldest of the 4 boys left him responsible for the youngs entertainment. Because the town was so dull, he had to create his own fun, and it was then that he discovered his passion for poetry. Because of his childhood past of creating games rhymes, he had become a fictional sort poet; writing rhythmic nonsense about mythical creatures, and spilling his imagination onto paper.


As a young boy, Lewis had suffered from a terrible fever. The fever was so unkind that it left him deaf in one ear. Approaching adult hood, Lewis began to suffer from a “stammer”. Everyone thought this was a side-effect to his loss of hearing. This was something he was self-conscious of for his entire life. This showed in his work (including dreamland) by implying that people are evil. He hated how people were so judgmental about it; he  In lots of his poetry, he makes humans the “bad guy. In Dreamland, this shows by him saying that his dreamland is perfect because nobody else can be in it and spoil it.




Biography


LEWIS CARROLL (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898)
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, otherwise known as Lewis Carroll is a very creative poet who likes to write about "nonsense”. His poetry is very childish and fun, and it involves a lot of mythical creatures. He was described as a rather stiffly and awkward guy. Lewis Carroll was born in Warrington, Cheshire and later moved to Croft-on-Trees in Yorkshire. He, as well as his other siblings, suffered from a speech impediment causing him to studder while trying to talk which had an influence on his social life.


Lewis started to attend a literary school, Rugby School, and he became very unhappy there. He never really worked too hard, but he had such a natural talent that everything always worked out for him. Lewis also had a passion for photography and made a small living from it in his earlier years. He later found out that in order to get anywhere in life he had to study, so he buckled down and eventually received a First in Honours in Mathematics; which lead him to his new job: Christ Church Mathematical Lectureship. The work wasn't "him", it was very restricted and he found himself bored all the time.
Ever since he was little Lewis always wrote poems and short stories to keep him occupied since he lived in an isolated community. There wasn't much for him to do so he took his imagination and got creative. Throughout his growing wealth and fame, he didn't change very much. He continued teaching at the Christ Church and passed away on January 14, 1898 in his sisters home.


Analysis


"When midnight mists are creeping," - When the skies turn dark, and everything is covered in fog. This line has imagery because it paints a picture in your head of the dark night skies and misty fog. Example of alliteration: "midnight mists". 


"And all the land is sleeping," - Everybody else is asleep. There is a rhyme scheme: "creeping, sleeping".




"Around me tread the mighty dead," - All around me, everyone are zombies. You can imagine how Lewis may be feeling, surrounded by boring people. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead". 



"And slowly pass away." - And slowly disappear. States that everything is disappearing.


"Lo, warriors, saints, and sages," - Hero's of all kinds. Possibly the people Lewis looks up to, and is fascinated with. People he may only dream about seeing. 




"From out the vanished ages," - From the times that go by quickly. There is a rhyme scheme: "sages, ages"




"With solemn pace and reverend face" - Walk around seriously, they are respected. Imagery: you can imagine what these peoples faces would look like, depressed and unhappy. Internal rhyme: "pace, face". 




"Appear and pass away." - Appear, then disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.


"The blaze of noonday splendour," - The incredible glow of the afternoon. Imagery: you can envision how the glow of the sun makes the daytime pretty. 




"The twilight soft and tender," - The night time soft and tender. Imagery: the twilight is soft and tender, you can see how the night time is gorgeous. There is a rhyme scheme: "splendour, tender".
"May charm the eye: yet they shall die," - Could fool you, but everything always dies. Internal rhyme: "eye, die". 
"Shall die and pass away."- They will die and disappear. Relates to the fact that everything is disappearing.


"But here, in Dreamland's centre," - But here in my Dreamland




"No spoiler's hand may enter," - nobody can spoil the fairy tale. There is a rhyme scheme: "centre, enter". 




"These visions fair, this radiance rare," - There is no evil, you don't come across this beauty very often. Example of alliteration: "radiance rare". Internal rhyme: "fair, rare". 




"Shall never pass away." - It will never disappear. Everything stops disappearing suddenly.


"I see the shadows falling," - I see darkness approaching. Imagery: the shadows falling. 




"The forms of old recalling;" - Going back to the way things were before this dream. There is a rhyme scheme: "falling, recalling". 




"Around me tread the mighty dead," - The zombie-like people come back. Imagery: you can imagine the people "treading" around. Internal rhyme: "tread, dead". 




"And slowly pass away." - And everything slowly disappears again. Relates back the the fact that everything is disappearing.


- At the end of each stanza, it always relates back to the fact that everything passes away. 


- The last stanza connects back to the first stanza because they both talk about the "dead" people and dull reality.


By reading the poem Dreamland by Lewis Carroll, you can tell that it's a fantasy place that he had created by using his imagination. Lewis has grown up in an isolated place so he escapes the real world through poetry. In 'Dreamland' he describes how everything is dying, and creepy. All the great things in life never last, everything always dies and you are always left with disappointment. This poem demonstrates that Lewis created his own happy place, so that even in the darkest of times, this new world can still bring happiness; which is a huge reason why he is so successful in his work.


 His poetry is interesting. In his Dreamland nobody dares to spoil the dream, because your mind controls the whole world. The only time that the dream ever has to end is when the real world comes around and sucks up all the enchantment. This poem is an example of the fact that no matter how bad things may seem to be, you can always go to a new exciting world where you are in charge of everything. You are as powerful as you let yourself to be.

The poem is written in Lewis's point of view because he is talking about a new land where anything is possible and how he holds the power to everything and he uses direct words such as "me" and "I". The audience he is directing this poem to would be anybody who feels like reality is too difficult to handle sometimes and that there is an escape from it all. This poem includes hopeful and positive attitude that this Dreamland could come to life and all the good things come true. There is also a playful tone in the poetry because everything Lewis talks about is imaginary and it keeps the reader hooked and wanting to read on, it's interesting and very different from other poetry. 


At the same time, the poem can be depressing since at the end of the poem is talks about how everything goes back to reality. This poem really connects with readers who are going through similar problems in their life because it allows other to venture off to another world.


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Poetry Collection


Coffee


Not a house.
But instead a pyramid of crystal,
that's surrounded by a motionless fog,
that floats above a sea of black gold.
Within this pyramid
footsteps sound like "Informal Gluttony"
that leave prints of blood
on the floor
but only on the glass tiles.
Atop this residence shines a light;
a frosty viridian flame,
that maintains the heat beneath a vat
of boiling human flesh
And this is where we make sacrifice.
Here, the only creatures are that of the sea
which grow larger with every vigil.
Here, only the stars speak
and mermaids possess the power of love
within their swords.
Rain tastes like tears
and lightning brings life to the undead.
The undead will one day breach this pyramid
but the mermaids, and their swords
will pull it deep into the sea
and will drown all that was.
For me,
this is what coffee tastes like.

-Madawg big Kuik.


GENERAL M.F.G

Dressed in the armour of a boy,
lays the heart of a soldier.
His every breath full of determination,
yet combat keeps getting colder.

Though showing only alleviation,
his dismayed battle cry is still heard.
Though the beat of his soul is at odds,
his courage is a lesson to be learned.

If each cadet his own,
then HIS is his own to each;
for within each awakened day of this cadet,
his own, is to teach.

-Kendrapumpumpum, me and drum.


HOW I BECAM THE SEA


How did I become the sea, you ask?

It really was a simple task.

I dug and dug and dug real deep,

Deep into the sandy heap.

At the bottom there was a great surprise,

I couldn't believe my very own eyes!

Because in the ground there lay a moon-beam,

I could have swore it was a dream.

But when I touched the warm, safe light,

Something happened and I squeezed my eyes tight.

The white waves crashed in,

They changed the colour of my skin.

The water sucked me in and I nearly drowned,

And that's when I heard a sound.

It all was quite a mystery,

but that is how I became the sea.

- Maddie waddie wasn't a caddy, was she?

Harden


The day you evolved,
Into the great Steelix.. it was,
quite onix-pected!


Onix the ground/rock pokemon.


-Kendrish pixies!


Unfamiliar


How did this strange creation come to be?
Our sweet familiar disposition,
has vastly changed to formal and empty.
'Twas no need to undergo transmission.


My mind declared war, against what was right.
My craving for change soon turned to regret,
Because my heavy heart never turned light.
Thank you for promising to never forget.


I miss my everything I used to know,
but the unfortunate choice was made. 
Although there's now room for us both to grow,
It hurts to know I'm the cause of your pain.
     
     Even though we are now not forever,
     Best of luck with your future endeavours.

- Kendrikaaa