“Dulce et Decorum Est” illustration

After reading the poem “Dulce et Decorum Est”, written by Wilfred Owen, I thought that it could have an illustration to emphasize his emotions in a more realistic way. By presenting a scene based on the incident, I believed it would call the reader’s attention, making us feel pity for the voice of the poem who had the bad luck of living the moment when his friend died at war. I really like the drawing I chose because it shows the scary, gloomy and obscure face of war, while at the same time it shows the fear of the soldiers and their desperation of the attack. The painter wanted to express the dark side of war, rather than the honorable one that the church and the government showed. He achieves portraying the “Old lie” in his paint: “It is sweet and honorable to die for your own country”, since he illustrates the fact that there is nothing sweet in that. It is the “old lie”.

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

 

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This drawing is done by someone called Haizeel.

 

“Home is So Sad” Song

Furthermore, I would like to add to my e-portfolio another activity on the poem called “Home is so Sad”, written by Philip Larkin

Home is so Sad

Philip Larkin, 19221985

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was: 
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

While I was reading the poem, I realized something was missing. I could not understand what it was, but later I had an epiphanic moment. The poem is full of images such as tactile, visual and auditory. So I imagined that I could increase those nostalgic and melancholic emotions about home, by adding “piano” music and images to visualize and set to music the magnificent alliterative poetry.

This is the song I chose to musicalize the poem:

Resultado de imagen para home is a place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to

 

“Rooms” Collage

In our literature class, we read the poem called “Rooms”, written by Charlotte Mew. In this post I made a collage that shows many kinds of rooms: happy ones, abandoned, forgotten, rotten, colorful, etc. I created this to portray Charlotte’s point of view about the fact that rooms are memories, and memories die in our minds. No matter if they are delighted or sorrowful memories, what matters is that, at the end of the day, they will disappear, they will die.  “Out there in the sun—in the rain” it does not matter when, since they will all finish in a “dustier bed”, buried inside our memories, our minds, ourselves. Such personification is portrayed by the use of images that exposed melancholic and nostalgic emotions.

 

The Hollow of the Three Hills Trailer

I will start my e-portfolio by presenting an activity I prepeared for the story we read in our literature class called “The Hollow of the Three Hills”, written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I made a trailer about this story as if a movie about it was going to be launched. I hope you like it!

I prepared this trailer with the previous black and white pictures in order to portray how dramatic and gothic the story is. I chose those pictures to prove where it was set, in a hidden hollow between crumbling mountains . To be able to portray that atmosphere of of secrets, horror and misery, I chose a picture to expose the fact that the environment is far from society, dark, at twilight. I also selected several pictures of a woman in order to describe the protagonist’s isolation. Moreover, the picture of the witch is used to state the supernatural event in the story. Furthermore, I chose a picture of her possessing the young lady in order to express the unexplained manifestation that in the story takes place. Finally I decided to include pictures of a couple in order to show the protagonist’s previous life, where she had a husband and a son, with the intention of describe it before something terrible happen!