Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The point of Canterbury Tales is...
Canterbury tales is a story that removes the veil of society to society, it shows the imperfections through the characterization, the themes of the stories, and the narrator's tone, by doing this Chaucer shed a new light on the people and said out loud what everybody else was thinking.
Vocab #5
shenanigans- noun mischief; prankishness
ricochet - noun a glancing rebound; verb spring back; spring away from an impactschism - noun division of a group into opposing factions; the formal separation of a church into two churches or the withdrawal of one group over doctrinal differenceseschew - verb avoid and stay away from deliberately; stay clear ofplethora - noun extreme excessebullient - adj. joyously unrestrainedgarrulous - adj. full of trivial conversationharangue - noun a loud bombastic declamation expressed with strong emotion; verb deliver a harangue to; address forcefullyinterdependence - noun a reciprocal relation between interdependent entities (objects or individuals or groups)capricious - adj. determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; changeableloquacious - adj. full of trivial conversationephemeral - adj. lasting a very short time; noun anything short-lived, as an insect that lives only for a day in its winged forminchoate - adj. only partly in existence; imperfectly formedjuxtapose - verb place side by sideperspicacious - adj. acutely insightful and wise; mentally acute or penetratingly discerningcodswallop - noun nonsensical talk or writingmungo-noun a low-grade wool from felted rags or waste.sesquipedelian-adjective given to using long wordswonky - adj. inclined to shake as from weakness or defect; turned or twisted toward one sidediphthong - noun a vowel sound that starts near the articulatory position for one vowel and moves toward the position for another
ricochet - noun a glancing rebound; verb spring back; spring away from an impactschism - noun division of a group into opposing factions; the formal separation of a church into two churches or the withdrawal of one group over doctrinal differenceseschew - verb avoid and stay away from deliberately; stay clear ofplethora - noun extreme excessebullient - adj. joyously unrestrainedgarrulous - adj. full of trivial conversationharangue - noun a loud bombastic declamation expressed with strong emotion; verb deliver a harangue to; address forcefullyinterdependence - noun a reciprocal relation between interdependent entities (objects or individuals or groups)capricious - adj. determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; changeableloquacious - adj. full of trivial conversationephemeral - adj. lasting a very short time; noun anything short-lived, as an insect that lives only for a day in its winged forminchoate - adj. only partly in existence; imperfectly formedjuxtapose - verb place side by sideperspicacious - adj. acutely insightful and wise; mentally acute or penetratingly discerningcodswallop - noun nonsensical talk or writingmungo-noun a low-grade wool from felted rags or waste.sesquipedelian-adjective given to using long wordswonky - adj. inclined to shake as from weakness or defect; turned or twisted toward one sidediphthong - noun a vowel sound that starts near the articulatory position for one vowel and moves toward the position for another
Canterbury Character study
As I sit and think I am left with the question, who am I? I ask other people and they all tell me things about myself I don't even know existed. who knows me better than me, and if I don't know myself then who does? the questions slap me in the face and leave me with a bruise that will not heal until I find the answer, and so my journey begins.
Where does one go to find themselves? I guess that question can only be answered by the person who asks it, so I went somewhere I am most at ease with myself. In other words I stood up and sat back down in the most quite place that I could find. This solitude allows me to think ;to be myself. I wonder thoughts that are so deep that it would have astounded Aristotle, then I think callow thoughts that make me laugh with myself. while others may go crazy in this quite solitude, I celebrate by dancing with myself. At the end of my adventure i forget everything that I thought about and remember I have a place to be.
The silence has left and I am left wondering were it went, instead it is filled by light. Light from people or a person. Elmo tells me something and I laugh, then I tell him something and he laughs. Everything in that moment feels like it was irrelevant, and my whole life is defined by my reasons for laughing.
Time doesn't pass while the lights are on and my anxiety begins to take control the laughter turn into fatigue and I wish for the time that I could return to the silence.
From the crowd I hear words that make me dream. They are inspiration, passion, and my reason for living, I am suddenly reeled in again. My heart feels like a tightrope walker over a pit. As it walks fireworks explode and excitement emerges however, my heart fears falling from the tight rope to see what the fireworks look like.
I am lost.
My journey felt as if though it was coming to an end when I hit a dead end. As I try and find my way I find a beast of darkness. I fear its presence and I try to convince myself that it would define me. Then I wonder if maybe the light is what is defining me. I don't want to be defined. I am alive, I am changing, I evolve, I grow, I believe, I achieve, I think. So I walk across the tightrope between dark and light choosing to not be defined by either, but to come up with my own definition.
As I make my way back to my path I realize that the answer had been with me all along. I am what I want to be, and I am always changing. Not even I can define myself. My journey ends and all that is left is the trail that shows who I really am.
Where does one go to find themselves? I guess that question can only be answered by the person who asks it, so I went somewhere I am most at ease with myself. In other words I stood up and sat back down in the most quite place that I could find. This solitude allows me to think ;to be myself. I wonder thoughts that are so deep that it would have astounded Aristotle, then I think callow thoughts that make me laugh with myself. while others may go crazy in this quite solitude, I celebrate by dancing with myself. At the end of my adventure i forget everything that I thought about and remember I have a place to be.
The silence has left and I am left wondering were it went, instead it is filled by light. Light from people or a person. Elmo tells me something and I laugh, then I tell him something and he laughs. Everything in that moment feels like it was irrelevant, and my whole life is defined by my reasons for laughing.
Time doesn't pass while the lights are on and my anxiety begins to take control the laughter turn into fatigue and I wish for the time that I could return to the silence.
From the crowd I hear words that make me dream. They are inspiration, passion, and my reason for living, I am suddenly reeled in again. My heart feels like a tightrope walker over a pit. As it walks fireworks explode and excitement emerges however, my heart fears falling from the tight rope to see what the fireworks look like.
I am lost.
My journey felt as if though it was coming to an end when I hit a dead end. As I try and find my way I find a beast of darkness. I fear its presence and I try to convince myself that it would define me. Then I wonder if maybe the light is what is defining me. I don't want to be defined. I am alive, I am changing, I evolve, I grow, I believe, I achieve, I think. So I walk across the tightrope between dark and light choosing to not be defined by either, but to come up with my own definition.
As I make my way back to my path I realize that the answer had been with me all along. I am what I want to be, and I am always changing. Not even I can define myself. My journey ends and all that is left is the trail that shows who I really am.
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