Archive for December, 2012

In the play Othello, a 50 year old black foreigner marries a seventeen year old, white Venetian girl. This was not taken lightly by many people in Venice because he did not really fit into the normal mold of what they would expect Desdimona to marry. Even her own father was not particularly happy with the thought of her marrying Othello but did reluctantly give them his blessing only to later die of a heart attack because of his disapproval.

Just like in Othello, in today’s world, if you were to walk down the street and you saw an old man and a young girl walking down the street, you’ll immediately think she’s a gold digger not once considering that there is a possibility that they are actually in love. Also, interracial couples tend to raise some eyebrows from people who are old-fashioned and maybe a little close minded. With that said, if you were to see a combination where there is a significant age difference between them, the man being about four times as old as her, and also a difference skin color, there will be some people that would find that weird. Not necessarily because they don’t agree with it, but because it’s not really that common so they’re not used to seeing it.

This play shows us that people back in the day were extremely against Othello and Desdimona’s marriage, and their deaths signified that it could not work out. While today I believe a marriage like this could last longer because people are (or at least are supposed to be) taught that you should never judge someone because they are different. I strongly believe in this and would not see it as a taboo at all, but would actually commend them them because they were able to find love.

The Vacuum by Howard Nemerov

Posted: December 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

The Vacuum

By Howard Nemerov

The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth
Grinning into the floor, maybe at my
Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.
I’ve lived this way long enough,
But when my old woman died her soul
Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bear
To see the bag swell like a belly, eating the dust
And the woolen mice, and begin to howl
Because there is old filth everywhere
She used to crawl, in the corner and under the stair.
I know now how life is cheap as dirt,
And still the hungry, angry heart
Hangs on and howls, biting at air.
I liked this poem because I liked how the whole poem is a huge metaphor about the poets life. The vacuum sucking out the dirt is like how his mom’s death has kind of sucked the life out of him. The dirt that is left is like the memories that are left of his mom in the house. Thankfully, I can’t relate to his pain, but I can see how that can be really hard on a person because your parents are the most important people in your life and losing one would be the worst feeling ever.
1. I liked this line a lot because he is comparing the bag of the vacuum being “limp as a stopped lung” to his “Slovenly life”, his “dog-dead youth”. This is probably because of his mom died, so now he is moping around his house.

“Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth
Grinning into the floor, maybe at my
Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.”
2. This is another line I really liked because there’s double meaning, he’s again talking about his mom’s death, how he “can’t bear to see the bag swell like a belly”, talking about his mom’s soul going into the vacuum, so he can’t bear to see him mom’s soul go. This is also clever because when a vacuum has a lot of dirt, the bag swells up.
“But when my old woman died her soul

Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bear
To see the bag swell like a belly, eating the dust”
3. The last line I liked was “I know now how life is cheap as dirt” because he stays with the dirt vacuum reference and he’s also venting about how life is cheap because his mom died.

Othello/Maroon 5 Mashup

Posted: December 7, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

I didn’t hear what you were sayingI live on raw emotion, baby

I answer questions, never maybe

And I’m not kind if you betray me

So who the hell are you to say ‘we’?

I never would’ve made it, baby

If you needed love, well, then ask for love

Could’ve given love, now I’m taking love

And it’s not my fault ’cause you both deserve

What’s coming now, so don’t say a word

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me? I don’t think so!

Six foot tall, came without a warning

So I had to shoot him dead

He won’t come around here anymore

Come around here, I don’t think so!

I would’ve bled to make you happy

You didn’t need to treat me that way

And now you’ve beat me at my own game

And now I found you sleeping soundly

And your love is screaming loudly

I hear a sound and hit the ground

If you needed love, well, then ask for love

Could’ve given love, now I’m taking love

And it’s not my fault ’cause you both deserve

What’s coming now, so don’t say a word

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me? I don’t think so!

Six foot tall, came without a warning

So I had to shoot him dead

He won’t come around here anymore

Come around here, I don’t feel so bad

I don’t feel so bad, I don’t feel so bad

I’m so sorry, darling

Did I do the wrong thing?

Oh, what was I thinking?

Is his heart still beating?

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me? I don’t think so!

Six foot tall, came without a warning

So I had to shoot him dead

He won’t come around here anymore

Come around here, I don’t feel so bad

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

Care about me? I don’t think so!

Six foot tall, came without a warning

So I had to shoot him dead

He won’t come around here anymore

No, he won’t come around here, I don’t feel so bad

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

Don’t you care about me? I don’t feel so bad

Wake up call, caught you in the morning

With another one in my bed

Don’t you care about me anymore?

She haunts me in every place.

Have you scored me? Well.

By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!

Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; 
for she shall not live:

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

Hang her!

the 
world hath not a sweeter creature

Cunning whore of Venice

A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!

My love a whore

to see how he prizes the 
foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he 
hath given it his whore.

I wish thou had’st ne’er been born

With my own lieutenant

To kiss in private

An unauthorized kiss

Or to be naked with her friend in bed

Crying ‘O dear Cassio’

She can weep, sir, weep

I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall 
throw it to.

I didn’t hear what you were saying,

 

I wish thou hads’t ne’er been born

 

And I’m not kind if you betray me

With my own lieutenant?

 

So who the hell are you to say ‘we’?

Dost thou mock me?

I never would’ve made it baby, if you needed love well then ask for love, Could’ve given love, now I’m taking love

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it and it hurts my hand

 

And it’s not my fault, ‘cause you both deserve, what’s comin’ now so don’t say a word

To kiss in private!

 

Don’t you care about me anymore? Don’t you care about me? I don’t think so!

The cunning whore of Venice

 

I would’ve bled to make you happy

The world hath not a sweeter creature

 

You didn’t need to treat me that way

My love a whore!

 

I hear a sound and hit the ground

“She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore”

 

Six foot tall, came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead

 

I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall 
throw it to.

Come around here? I don’t think so

I liked this song because the song is about him finding his partner in bed with another man. Obviously he is extremely hurt by this, just like Othello is when Iago starts feeding him these false notions that Desdimona is cheating on him. They’re both very hostile, for example in the song he says “Six foot tall came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead”, just like Othello was thinking of ways to murder Cassio. Also they both have negative feelings toward their woman now, in the song “And it’s not my fault, ‘cause you both deserve, what’s comin’ now so don’t say a word” and in Othello he calls her all kinds of names, especially whore. The similarities between the two are endless.