Showing posts with label cryptic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cryptic. Show all posts

Monday, November 6, 2017

Summary and Analysis of "The American Dream"

Summary (With symbolism and side notes):
The American Dream, by Edward Albee, is a play first performed in 1961 that reflects the values that the American Dream entails. The characters In the play are Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Mrs. Barker, and the young man. The play starts off in the family room in Mommy and Daddy's apartment, and Mommy is telling complacent Daddy about her trip to the store. She went to buy a new hat and got into an argument with a woman outside of the store over whether the hat was wheat-colored or cream-colored. This was important to show the materialistic nature of the women in the 50s and 60s.  Shortly after that, Grandma enters the scene with her beautifully wrapped boxes. The boxes represent the quantification of material objects that are included in the dream. Throughout the play, Grandma talks about how you need substance to make anything worth anything. Soon thereafter, Mrs. Barker shows up to the scene. There is an abundance of confusion and Daddy can't remember Mrs. Barker's name, and no one knows why she is there or what she has to do. It is here that Mommy and Mrs. Barker start their pleasantries. Mommy asked questions, but they were not as you would expect. They were with the same diction as a normal question, but they were questions such as "would you like to take off your dress, as to be more comfortable?" (Not an actual quote, just a paraphrased example.) This was included to show the shallowness of the interactions and how they are nothing more than an empty ritual. Fast forward a little further the scene is just Grandma and Mrs. Barker, Grandma is trying to hint to Mrs. Barker why she is there. The hint was what happened a while back; This was written is a very specific style of something like this has already happened. The short story of what happened was Mommy and Daddy mangled their first child because he cried and "touched himself." As punishment for his human actions, they cut off his limbs and finally, he died. Mrs. Barker is trying to connect the dots, and it is there that the audience is aware that Mrs. Barker is there supposedly as a representative/ agent for an adoption agency. Then the American dream comes knocking at the door, literally. Grandma welcomed the final character into the scene, the young man. One of the first things she does is comment on his beauty and she calls him "The American Dream." The American Dream aka the young man talks, says that he is empty and hurts in all the places that Mommy and Daddy harmed the other child. This leads the audience to believe that the young man was the twin of Mommy and Daddy's first (failed) child. The play concluded with Grandma leaving the scene with the young man being welcomed into Mommy and Daddy's lives alongside Mrs. Barker who supposedly facilitated the whole thing. The truth of the matter is that Grandma seemed to be the only character who knew what was going on most if not the whole time.

Theme Statement:

Albee’s The American Dream critiques the shifting American values of materialism, social behavior, and individual morals.

Important Quotes:
"What a masculine Daddy! Isn’t he a masculine Daddy?" - Mommy 
This quote shows how Mommy is trying to convince/tell Daddy how masculine he is. In context, Mommy was trying to get him to open the door to let Mrs. Barker in, so she was building him up so he would do as she said. I also have speculations that this effort to enforce a masculine facade regardless of if that is who Daddy really is, or wants to be.

" I no longer have the capacity to feel anything. I have no emotions. I have been drained, torn asunder disemboweled. I have, now, only my person, my body, my face. I use what I have I let people love me I accept the syntax around me, for while I know I cannot relate; I know I must be related to." - the young man
In the summary, I briefly touched upon the meaning of the young man explaining his pain and emptiness to Grandma. The main idea that was discussed as a class was that of the young man and the first child being related because not only did the stories line up, but so did the pains that were felt. This I believe to be symbolic of Albee's childhood and upbringing. He was thought to be a possession of sorts, not a real person who learns and makes mistakes. In the biography the class read on Albee, it was said that his parents were not super loving and parental, but could show him off like no one's business. That is seen in this part of the play, whether it is admitted or not. There are simply too many similarities to situations and emotions that Albee must have felt towards his parents during his upbringing.

"What I'll really have to do is to see if it applies to anything. I mean, after all, I do do volunteer work if an adoption service, but it isn't very much like the Bye-Bye Adoption Service is the Bye-Bye Adoption Service and while I can remember Mommy and Daddy coming to see me, oh, about twenty years ago, about buying a bumble, I can't quite remember anyone very much like Mommy and Daddy coming to see me about buying a bundle."
This quote was important due to the plot of the play because this is the first time someone implores Grandma to share her thoughts and explain things. The compromise as made by Grandma is that she talks about experiences though comparisons versus just stating what she is thinking. I believe this to be a fundamental idea of theater of the absurd, having ideas that are shrouded with a little crazy and confusion. Keeps the audience of their toes and their mind sharp so they do not miss any little details during the seemingly unimportant dialogue between characters. back to the quote- this quote is the climax of the play where the audience finds out that this has all happened before and that Mommy and Daddy were unhappy with their "bumble" so their solution was simply to find a new one (20 years later.)


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Garden

Hey so since no one reads this anymore I thought I might have a little fun and share something I've been working on in class. 

 I really like it and even if no one gets it or likes it, I don't care... This is my outlet where I have been deciding what to share for the past little bit...

Anyway, here it is:

What if each family is simply a garden?

With explicit rows defining who is who and what is what. With each seedling planted firmly in its place only to grow and expand into the vase unknown.

What if each seed was a soul?

with the unique patterns and behaviorism hiding underneath a smooth and slick outside. With only time to be the key to discovering such complexity that is yet unknown

Personally, I reside with the garden roses. Small and sweet they open up, letting you see to the very core of them. without any fear, they cause you to be drawn it by their innocence and positive aura. but with one simple touch you may be pricked, so a warning must be issued to all: you may regard, but with great distance. so there the rose sits in their refined ways alone, and undisturbed.

My mother on the other hand is a strong study stalk of bee balm with her vibrant coloring and her natural bass. letting one and all know that she is one with the rest of the earth, but allowing herself to be diverse in the head, her petals allowing subtle differences seep into her brightly colored persona.

My father resembles that of a night  blooming cereus. He is humbled and natural sitting amongst the other plants, not drawing attention to himself, but if caught at the right time he could be something vastly brilliant. He opens up letting people see into him and recognize the inner complexity that is not seen when the sun is high in the sky. Although rare, it is beyond anticipated to see what makes him truly unique.

Although it is not finished, I like the direction of whatever I have been getting at.

With that I am finished with this brief little bit.  

Goodnight,
Olivia
xoxo




Thursday, May 28, 2015

Late Night Poetry pt2

As said in my previous late night poetry post, sometimes I write some cool stuff at night. Today I decided to refine and edit, so that's just what I did.  With that, I present to you the somewhat cryptic Rubeola.

Rubeola

My mind was a void of empty space:
Ready for the fantasy of something that ended peacefully.
Ready for something that didn't involve tears.
Ready for happiness.

My mind previously left in shambles:
Yearned for something to counteract the insidious behavior of the previous inhabitant on my thoughts.
Yearned for a new thought to occupy my mind.
Yearned for happiness.

My mind was in need of self-healing:
Striving for a sense of security.
Striving for understanding of the complex emotions I felt.
Striving for happiness.

My mind was purely saddened by the thought of you:
Wishing for simplicity is the chaos you left within me.
Wishing for the anger to be assuaged.
Wishing for the happiness back, that you had so easily taken from me.

Have a good day,
Olivia 
Xoxo