1. When I read poetry there was always that small thing that I didn’t quite understand, so once I learned what a symbol was I found a deeper meaning to the poems, which made me love poems more.
Chapter 1- Every Trip Is A Quest (Except When It’s Not)
1. The five aspects are: A quester, A place to go, A stated reason to go there, Challenges and trials en route, and a real reason to go there.
Five aspects seen in the Book “ The White Tiger”
1. A quester: Barlam, a poor young Indian boy.
2. A place to go: New Delhi
3. A stated reason to go there: To work for a rich man as a servant
4. Challenges and Trials en route: Inequality and depression
5. A real reason to go there: To become a rich and wealthy man himself.
2. Fosters overall point about journeys or trips in literature is that everything is a Quest
Chapter 2- Nice to Eat with You: Acts of Communion
1. Communion means eating or drinking together as a group
2. Foster suggest that authors include meal scenes as an act of sharing and peace.
3. A failed meal suggest a bad time is coming.
Chapter 3- Nice to Eat You: Acts of Vampires
1. The essentials of the vampire story and what they represent are “older” figure, young female /innocent, continuance of life force.
2. In the book series “A Series of Unfortunate events” the uncle is the older figure that comes after his nephew and Nieces fortune. Throughout the journey, he leaves his mark and it continues
throughout the whole series, almost like a circle.
Chapter 4- If Its Square, It’s a Sonnet
1. Shakespearean/English Sonnet:Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Petrarchan/Italian Sonnet: The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
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