Here’s what i know…..

{ March 31, 2008 @ 3:35 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Sorry edubloggers about the lack of posts on fight club but its hard to start when i keep rereading the book. The whole basis of the book is the breakdown of the human psyche and what builds men, people, and society into true basic principles. Fight club is not just a place, it is a brotherhood, a breaktrough, and an overall understanding of men of the men in it that the society with its rules, regulations, and expectations is warped and something must change. The whole system of fight club and the format of the story is built upon the simple rules. There are rules that bind the members to a basic code of conduct dependent on trust and total compliance. In a way, by plotting to destroy/revamp the society around them, they have built an archaic society themselves.

Just a few images!!!!

{ March 9, 2008 @ 8:38 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Like Kurtz lurking in the Shadows. We dont see him yet we fear him.
Like Kurtz lurking in the Shadows. We dont see him yet we fear him.
Like the Famous line of TS Elliot J. Alfred Prufrock:
DO I DARE?!?
DO I DARE?!?

So Far in Fight Club….

{ March 6, 2008 @ 8:51 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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The first day i picked up the book i read through the first 1/2! I Love the fact that it's just like the movie (which is awesome) but that also makes me wish i had picked another book. I dont like knowing all the plot and secret twist before i reach the end. It defeats the purpose of gaining new knowledge. If anyone has ever seen the movie they know whatsgoing on the first three words. So far i've been thrown into the world of the mystery narrator from his tragic white-collar life, to the meeting of Tyler Durden and Marla Singer, and the start of Fight Club itself and it views on society and humanity as a whole. More descriptions will be posted later this is just a breif synapsis.

ciao 4 now,

Dorionne

ps: this is just a little music video from the movie. J4F

Heart of Darkness Scene

{ March 6, 2008 @ 8:33 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Scene Clip # 1 Kurtz Monologue

 

This is the scene in which the audience and Willard (Marlow) first meet the infamous Kurtz. Like the book the movie puts us in a state of darkness. Kurtz appears from the shadows and we are immediately fixated on him and the darkness around him. The book refers to him as a Shadow and the movie offers us just a voice calling to us and a creepy, silhouette between the darkness and the shadows. In both the book and the movie we can not see Kurtz fully; all we have to distinguish him is the calling voice. It is that voice that draws both Willard/Marlow and the audience in. This is great because both Willard/Marlow and the audience/reader have nothing visually to grasp yet all senses are alerted and intrigued.  In both we are forced to think of Kurtz in the supernatural; think of Kurtz shadow with dimension to him. Despite all the details we’ve been given Kurtz is still unknown to us, he still appears unreal. Both the movie and the book keep this image of the unknown/unreal going and we, the audience and main character, must look for our own image to the voice and for that we have to look within and find the Kurtz inside. The point of both medias is to have the audience connect with the story; think of the phrase we read/watch TV to find out who we are. This image works well to display that concept both in the book and the movie because it allows us to connect with the work itself and accept the darkness and the shadows not only in the story/plot but in us.

I chose Fight Club!!!!

{ March 1, 2008 @ 8:11 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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I chose Chuck Palahiuk’s “Fight Club” because I have seen the movie several times and I wanted a chance to read the book and get a more in-depth perception of the twisted inner workings of the narrator’s mind. I chose this book not only as a fan of the movie but also as a future Psychology Major with a keen interest in human behavior and the psyche. The story is great in capturing the duality of sanity and genius. I wont go futher. Just stay tuned for more posts. Later….

The magic #’s “Take a Chance”

{ March 1, 2008 @ 7:58 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Almost a new take on J. Alfred Prufrock. The song has similar themes to the poem with the duality one faces when taking a chance and making a change, especially with love.

Passage from T.S. Elliot + my comment

{ February 20, 2008 @ 7:25 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
 
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?

I chose this passage from the poem because it sums up the author’s whole view on love and life in general. The passage is talking about taking chances and the effects. The narrator is saying he has lived life and known thing. He uses metaphors like evening, morning, and afternoon and spoon-measured life to prove this point. But he still asks the question “Do I dare?” This goes back to the title of the poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”. When a person thinks about love they think about jumping into it and when you think love song you would think that means the narrator has taken the chance by professing his love. But here in this passage you get the irony of the title. Here a character is supposed to be taking a chance and all he can do is ask “Do I Dare?” I think this passage, not to mention the entire poem, shows real flair because of the ideas and themes presented to the reader by means of metaphor and comedic irony.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

{ February 20, 2008 @ 4:51 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats         5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …         10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
 
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
 
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,         15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,         20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
 
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;         25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;         30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
 
In the room the women come and go         35
Talking of Michelangelo.
 
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—         40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare         45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
 
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,         50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?
 
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—         55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?         60
  And how should I presume?
 
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress         65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
  And should I then presume?
  And how should I begin?
      .      .      .      .      .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets         70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
 
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
      .      .      .      .      .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!         75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?         80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,         85
And in short, I was afraid.
 
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,         90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—         95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
  Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
  That is not it, at all.”
 
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,         100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:         105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
  “That is not it at all,
  That is not what I meant, at all.”
      .      .      .      .      .		         110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,         115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
 
I grow old … I grow old …         120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
 
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
 
I do not think that they will sing to me.         125
 
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
 
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown         130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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{ February 20, 2008 @ 4:15 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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