Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Thursday, October 29

"We all are, in a sense, poets, madam"

PALE FIRE DISCOVERIES:

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Jana:

  • last lines of poem are setting up his death~ "and through the flowing... up the lane"

Chris:

  • Ulalume by EAP- lumination- 'on electricity' by shade
  • in the movie version of Lolita, he is reading her this poem!

Robert:

  • The Quest for the Crown Jewels
  • Tanyk: a place in Russia
  • the method is more important then where you really are

Helena:

  • Hamlet and Pale Fire

Jennie Lynn:

  • Shade-> Hades

Emily:

  • 'et in arcadia ego': latin for 'even in eden am I'
  • death is even in eden or 'arcadia'
  • arcadia= Zembla?

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Cosmic -> Comic: only one s is the difference

Kobold: a goblin

Robert Frost poem 'A Winter Eden'

Art is the antidote of mortality

"He waited... their game" pg 132

Ultima Thule: The far north, Zembla?

'The Dark Materials' has a far northern place where Lord Asriel split the worlds in two

gradus ad Parnassus: where the muses live

Shade looks like:
  • Hogarthian
  • p297 descriptions:
  1. Samuel Johnson
  2. neanderthal
  3. cafeteria hag
  4. Judge Goldworth: a 'Medusa locked hag'

James Boswell

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PF 2nd Reading:

  • Kinbote loves J. Shade
  • Zembla vs reality
  • Shadows took over so they had to flee
  • Shade shot before finishing poem
  • Gradus= terminator
  • The Prisoner of Zembla
  • real killer is Jack Grey: Jacob Gradus: glass maker from Zembla
  • Degree: Shade
  • contrapuntal
  • Does Kinbote know it's not true like Don Q?
  • Nabokov's quartet: all ghost stories
  • "The Vane Sisters"

acrostics: "I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost." ~Vlad from 'Tyrants Destroyed and Other Short Stories'

The ACROSTIC IS: ICICLES BY CYNTHIA METER FROM ME, SYBIL

Sam's Blog: Haroun and the Sea of Stories

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