Throughout my blog, I have analysed different literary texts: short stories, poems, plays, and more. In addition, I have posted my own personal writings on this blog: short stories, poems, articles, and so on. To navigate, you may either visit the homepage of this site by clicking on this following link: http://www.holyirishscript.word.press.com. Alternatively, you may … Continue reading Navigating through this Blog + List of Literary Texts Analysed (STICKY)
For any additional help: email@example.com The Poem http://www.bartleby.com/291/52.html Background of the Poet Celebrated beauty and poet in the 17th and 18th Century. Structure and Rhyme Scheme 1 stanza which compromises of 11 couplets (22 lines). Could denote the orderly nature of life: how death must warp us one day eventually, and how Monck is content … Continue reading Versus Written on Her Death-bed at Bath to Her Husband in London (by Mary Monck ‘Marinda’) In-Depth Analysis and Evaluation
Highly requested! For any additional help, I am contactable at the follow email address: firstname.lastname@example.org ‘The Uncles’ is a familial poem written by the reputable John Goodby. The poem has a unique structure, where it is in free-verse and therefore Goodby has manipulated the structure in order to further convey the theme of the disorganisation … Continue reading Critically analyse ‘The Uncles’ by John Goodby, with reference to its main thematic concerns and how they are presented through a unique structure.
I never wanted to sleep. What a dreadfully tedious idea it is to sleep and wake, sleep and wake, sleep and wake? I could deny myself a normal routine, but that wouldn’t do any justice to my mortality. I suppose it would be just as accurate to say that I never wanted to be human, … Continue reading The Neurotic Schoolboy
Swept to the dynamic, On my last thought, I conjured up the paranoia, Of the significant bloke, Who is too pretty and coy, I could have been him myself, Latched to the endless void, Of materialism and cyanide, Lost all my choice, Of perfection and time.
Lucid are his thoughts, And ever-note his croaks, Of endless navy notes, Silver-lined in every scope. The tireless panda wrote, During a Wednesday afternoon smoke, Of fog and rote: Endless cellular jokes, Certainly, the panda stroke His silent vile stoat Of a mind, Symbolising his beautiful bulletproof ceaseless chime.