POSTCOLONIAL CRITICISM-Poem
The Maiden
Your ebony hair falls in waves
Upon sun-kissed shoulders
brown, the warmth inviting
like shores unexplored
inviting, secretly waiting
for your conqueror.
He comes unexpectedly
Thus, does your smile fade
white shackles bind you,
his feet at your tender throat,
your eyes, blossoming with tears
-held captive by a beast,
the young maiden,
my Philippines,
defiled.
Note: Postcolonial criticism is the anlysis of work produced in colonies and counties [...]
Archive for April, 2008
The Finality of All Things Part 5
April 3, 2008The Finality of All Things Part 4
April 3, 2008READER-RESPONSE THEORY-Flash Fiction
The Need
He groped for her breasts, hands eager to meet with flesh. He needed to satisfy himself then and there-he was hungering for what she was eager to part with-the joy of satisfaction. Truth be told, he was happy to be of assistance-it served his purposes as well as hers. She released the buttons [...]
The Finality of All Things Part 3
April 3, 2008PSYCHOANALYTIC CRITICISM-Poem
A Man
A tells me to want
But B asks why
A says that I just do
No reason.
B needs to know though
Although C feels guilty-
“It’s not right!”
A could not care less
B is skeptical of such
C sighs-
“Do what you will”
B glares-
“What’s reasonable you mean.”
“What’s right, actually.”
C clarifies it all.
A smiles at the other two-
Gratification at last.
I shake my head-
decisions.
Note: Freud explains that [...]
The Finality of All Things Part 2
April 3, 2008MARXISMS-Poem
To Margareth
Oh Margareth,
If love for you were a pretty penny,
he would have none to spend on you-
that spoiled frock will not do,
your breast will not suffice,
nor will cracked lips that ache
for kisses wet and sweet
the way barren land moans
for rain during draught.
-he loves me.
Note: Marxism is a way of studying text in such a way as to [...]
The Finality of All Things
April 3, 2008This is for my final exam, Sir…
STRUCTURALISM-Essay
A Word In Time
This world is a world of words, created from nothing, longing for memory, stopping once and them moving forth with each thought that is born with Father Ink and Mother Hand.
With each sweep over paper, each a, an, the, with and but, so we [...]