Firstly, before i analyse the poem "The Son is in Secondary School" by Affran Sa’at, you all have got to read it first. Like always, i will analyse with all of you with the upcoming post.
The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa’at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Monday, June 29, 2009
My favourite poet.
Hi guys!
Today, i am going to tell you about my favourite poet. Her name is Soina Sanchez. Did you know that she has lectured more than five hundred universitie s and colleges in the United Sates and has travelled extensively just to write her wonderful poems? Let me tell you more about her...
Sonia Sanchez
Sonia Sanchez was born Wilsonia Benita Driver on September 9, 1934, in Birmingham, Alabama. After her mother died in childbirth a year later, Sanchez lived with her paternal grandmother and other relatives for several years. In 1943, she moved to Harlem with her sister to live with their father and his third wife.
She earned a B.A. in political science from Hunter College in 1955. She also did postgraduate work at New York University and studied poetry with Louise Bogan. Sanchez formed a writers' workshop in Greenwich Village, attended by such poets as Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones), Haki R. Madhubuti (Don L. Lee), and Larry Neal. Along with Madhubuti, Nikki Giovanni, and Etheridge Knight, she formed the "Broadside Quartet" of young poets, introduced and promoted by Dudley Randall.
She married and divorced Albert Sanchez, a Puerto Rican immigrant whose surname she has used when writing. She was also married for two years to poet Etheridge Knight.
During the early 1960s she was an integrationist, supporting the philosophy of the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE). But after considering the ideas of Black Muslim leader Malcolm X, who believed blacks would never be truly accepted by whites in the United States, she focused more on her black heritage from a separatist point of view.
Sanchez began teaching in the San Francisco area in 1965 and was a pioneer in developing black studies courses at what is now San Francisco State University, where she was an instructor from 1968 to 1969. In 1971, she joined the Nation of Islam, but by 1976 she had left the Nation, largely because of its repression of women.
Sanchez is the author of more than a dozen books of poetry, including Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems (1999); Like the Singing Coming Off the Drums: Love Poems (1998); Does your house have lions? (1995), which was nominated for both the NAACP Image and National Book Critics Circle Award; Wounded in the House of a Friend (1995); Under a Soprano Sky (1987); Homegirls & Handgrenades (1984), which won an American Book Award from the Before Columbus Foundation; I've Been a Woman: New and Selected Poems (1978); A Blues Book for Blue Black Magical Women (1973); Love Poems (1973); Liberation Poem (1970); We a BaddDDD People (1970); and Homecoming (1969).
Her published plays are Black Cats Back and Uneasy Landings (1995), I'm Black When I'm Singing, I'm Blue When I Ain't (1982), Malcolm Man/Don't Live Here No Mo' (1979), Uh Huh: But How Do It Free Us? (1974), Dirty Hearts '72 (1973), The Bronx Is Next (1970),and Sister Son/ji (1969).
Sanchez's books for children include A Sound Investment and Other Stories (1979), The Adventures of Fat Head, Small Head, and Square Head (1973), and It's a New Day: Poems for Young Brothas and Sistuhs (1971). She has also edited two anthologies: We Be Word Sorcerers: Twenty-five Stories by Black Americans (1973) and Three Hundred Sixty Degrees of Blackness Comin''at You (1971).
Among the many honors she has received are the Community Service Award from the National Black Caucus of State Legislators, the Lucretia Mott Award, the Outstanding Arts Award from the Pennsylvania Coalition of 100 Black Women, the Peace and Freedom Award from Women International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF), the Pennsylvania Governor's Award for Excellence in the Humanities, a National Endowment for the Arts Award, and a Pew Fellowship in the Arts.
Sanchez has lectured at more than five hundred universities and colleges in the United States and had traveled extensively, reading her poetry in Africa, Cuba, England, the Caribbean, Australia, Nicaragua, the People's Republic of China, Norway, and Canada. She was the first Presidential Fellow at Temple University, where she began teaching in 1977, and held the Laura Carnell Chair in English there until her retirement in 1999. She lives in Philadephia.
Below are the three poems that i especially like!
1)nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
2)under a soprano sky
1.
once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl's blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
with thumbs while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.
i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.
2.
now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.
i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.
under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.
3)With exact wings
Your words sailed back
into your throat. Could
not fly forward.
Your mouth face
startled by this autumn
Thunder went south again.
I had forgotten the salute
of death, how it waits Militarily
on the outskirts of our skin.
I had forgotten how death
howls inside our veins.
O father, how much like a child
again I felt as I ran down doctors
painted on porcelain corridors.
O My father, as I breathed
inhaled for us both,
I began to sing a song
you sang when I was
little without a poet's name,
Afraid of all the shadows
cremating my bones,
Remember the nite,
The nite you said
I love you
remember...
I remembered your voice swollen
in a ritual of words on
152nd Street and St. Nicholas Place.
Now I, daughter of applause,
hands waterlogged with memory,
asked for nothing more
as I circled your hospital room,
sequined with our breaths
in an hour-glass of sound.
To end off, i would like to share with all of you a quote from Sonia Sanchez. It goes like this "...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people."
Bye!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Today, i am going to tell you about my favourite poet. Her name is Soina Sanchez. Did you know that she has lectured more than five hundred universitie s and colleges in the United Sates and has travelled extensively just to write her wonderful poems? Let me tell you more about her...
Sonia Sanchez
Sonia Sanchez was born Wilsonia Benita Driver on September 9, 1934, in Birmingham, Alabama. After her mother died in childbirth a year later, Sanchez lived with her paternal grandmother and other relatives for several years. In 1943, she moved to Harlem with her sister to live with their father and his third wife.
She earned a B.A. in political science from Hunter College in 1955. She also did postgraduate work at New York University and studied poetry with Louise Bogan. Sanchez formed a writers' workshop in Greenwich Village, attended by such poets as Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones), Haki R. Madhubuti (Don L. Lee), and Larry Neal. Along with Madhubuti, Nikki Giovanni, and Etheridge Knight, she formed the "Broadside Quartet" of young poets, introduced and promoted by Dudley Randall.
She married and divorced Albert Sanchez, a Puerto Rican immigrant whose surname she has used when writing. She was also married for two years to poet Etheridge Knight.
During the early 1960s she was an integrationist, supporting the philosophy of the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE). But after considering the ideas of Black Muslim leader Malcolm X, who believed blacks would never be truly accepted by whites in the United States, she focused more on her black heritage from a separatist point of view.
Sanchez began teaching in the San Francisco area in 1965 and was a pioneer in developing black studies courses at what is now San Francisco State University, where she was an instructor from 1968 to 1969. In 1971, she joined the Nation of Islam, but by 1976 she had left the Nation, largely because of its repression of women.
Sanchez is the author of more than a dozen books of poetry, including Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems (1999); Like the Singing Coming Off the Drums: Love Poems (1998); Does your house have lions? (1995), which was nominated for both the NAACP Image and National Book Critics Circle Award; Wounded in the House of a Friend (1995); Under a Soprano Sky (1987); Homegirls & Handgrenades (1984), which won an American Book Award from the Before Columbus Foundation; I've Been a Woman: New and Selected Poems (1978); A Blues Book for Blue Black Magical Women (1973); Love Poems (1973); Liberation Poem (1970); We a BaddDDD People (1970); and Homecoming (1969).
Her published plays are Black Cats Back and Uneasy Landings (1995), I'm Black When I'm Singing, I'm Blue When I Ain't (1982), Malcolm Man/Don't Live Here No Mo' (1979), Uh Huh: But How Do It Free Us? (1974), Dirty Hearts '72 (1973), The Bronx Is Next (1970),and Sister Son/ji (1969).
Sanchez's books for children include A Sound Investment and Other Stories (1979), The Adventures of Fat Head, Small Head, and Square Head (1973), and It's a New Day: Poems for Young Brothas and Sistuhs (1971). She has also edited two anthologies: We Be Word Sorcerers: Twenty-five Stories by Black Americans (1973) and Three Hundred Sixty Degrees of Blackness Comin''at You (1971).
Among the many honors she has received are the Community Service Award from the National Black Caucus of State Legislators, the Lucretia Mott Award, the Outstanding Arts Award from the Pennsylvania Coalition of 100 Black Women, the Peace and Freedom Award from Women International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF), the Pennsylvania Governor's Award for Excellence in the Humanities, a National Endowment for the Arts Award, and a Pew Fellowship in the Arts.
Sanchez has lectured at more than five hundred universities and colleges in the United States and had traveled extensively, reading her poetry in Africa, Cuba, England, the Caribbean, Australia, Nicaragua, the People's Republic of China, Norway, and Canada. She was the first Presidential Fellow at Temple University, where she began teaching in 1977, and held the Laura Carnell Chair in English there until her retirement in 1999. She lives in Philadephia.
Below are the three poems that i especially like!
1)nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
2)under a soprano sky
1.
once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl's blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
with thumbs while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.
i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.
2.
now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.
i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.
under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.
3)With exact wings
Your words sailed back
into your throat. Could
not fly forward.
Your mouth face
startled by this autumn
Thunder went south again.
I had forgotten the salute
of death, how it waits Militarily
on the outskirts of our skin.
I had forgotten how death
howls inside our veins.
O father, how much like a child
again I felt as I ran down doctors
painted on porcelain corridors.
O My father, as I breathed
inhaled for us both,
I began to sing a song
you sang when I was
little without a poet's name,
Afraid of all the shadows
cremating my bones,
Remember the nite,
The nite you said
I love you
remember...
I remembered your voice swollen
in a ritual of words on
152nd Street and St. Nicholas Place.
Now I, daughter of applause,
hands waterlogged with memory,
asked for nothing more
as I circled your hospital room,
sequined with our breaths
in an hour-glass of sound.
To end off, i would like to share with all of you a quote from Sonia Sanchez. It goes like this "...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people."
Bye!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Figurative Language - Poems (2)
Hi hi again,
Hope that you have watched the video i posted previously:)
The five most common uses of figurative language are: Hyperbole, Personification, Metaphor, Simile and Symbolism.
Hyperbole simply means exaggerating statements.
Personification means to take up a human feature or action.
Metaphor means directly comparing seemingly unrelated subjects with or without using the words 'like', 'as' of 'than'.
Simile is just like metaphor, except that it uses the words 'like', 'as' or 'then' to explicitly relate two subjects.
Symbolism is using a representative figure to carry additional meaning.
So. here is the poem that i quite like.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
How are the figurative language used in the poem?
HYPERBOLE --> In line two and the forth line from the bottom, 'should be ashamed!' is repeated. The author is trying to describe and exaggerate that someone should be ashamed. And in the second last line, 'oh dear' is written.
Personification --> Personification is used in this poem as the author named the lizard Ed.
Why i like this poem?
Basically , and to be frank, My room is also similar to the room that the author described in the poem. However, the author describes it in a very interesting way such that the reader is interested to read even more. I did not expect the author to really list each and every thing in the room. The poem concluded, or should I say ended, in a very interesting and interactive way. I guess that this intention is to leave a lasting impression in the readers mind. It is interactive in a way that the author asks the reader a question. he threw the ball back into our net. I guess that in his mind, he should be thinking something like 'Ha ha, now it is your turn to answer my question and stop reading!' :) This also injects a little laughter and humor into the poem as well as the ending. These should be the main reason leading to why I like this poem.
That's all folks!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Hope that you have watched the video i posted previously:)
The five most common uses of figurative language are: Hyperbole, Personification, Metaphor, Simile and Symbolism.
Hyperbole simply means exaggerating statements.
Personification means to take up a human feature or action.
Metaphor means directly comparing seemingly unrelated subjects with or without using the words 'like', 'as' of 'than'.
Simile is just like metaphor, except that it uses the words 'like', 'as' or 'then' to explicitly relate two subjects.
Symbolism is using a representative figure to carry additional meaning.
So. here is the poem that i quite like.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
How are the figurative language used in the poem?
HYPERBOLE --> In line two and the forth line from the bottom, 'should be ashamed!' is repeated. The author is trying to describe and exaggerate that someone should be ashamed. And in the second last line, 'oh dear' is written.
Personification --> Personification is used in this poem as the author named the lizard Ed.
Why i like this poem?
Basically , and to be frank, My room is also similar to the room that the author described in the poem. However, the author describes it in a very interesting way such that the reader is interested to read even more. I did not expect the author to really list each and every thing in the room. The poem concluded, or should I say ended, in a very interesting and interactive way. I guess that this intention is to leave a lasting impression in the readers mind. It is interactive in a way that the author asks the reader a question. he threw the ball back into our net. I guess that in his mind, he should be thinking something like 'Ha ha, now it is your turn to answer my question and stop reading!' :) This also injects a little laughter and humor into the poem as well as the ending. These should be the main reason leading to why I like this poem.
That's all folks!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Figurative Language- Poems
Hi all,
Firstly, watch the video on figurative language (if you have not viewed it) then read the post above this post.
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Firstly, watch the video on figurative language (if you have not viewed it) then read the post above this post.
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Which part of Village by the Sea do you like best? State your reasons.
Hi again,
This is my sixth time posting today.
Village by the Sea is an interesting story that brings you through the life of Hari. Wait, let me think. I think that i like the part where Hari's father turn over a new leaf. It gives me a wave of relief when i find out about that. I felt really grateful for them. Well, another side of me says that it is supposed to be this way. It is a must for the father to turn over new leaf. He created all these trouble and he should be the one returning everything back to normal, to its own place. Definitely everyone will be happy for the family to be back together, living happily. Well, the only flaw about this is that the story ends the way fairytales end. Blah..blah..blah... and the live happily ever after.
Bye Bye for the very last time!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Please comment!
This is my sixth time posting today.
Village by the Sea is an interesting story that brings you through the life of Hari. Wait, let me think. I think that i like the part where Hari's father turn over a new leaf. It gives me a wave of relief when i find out about that. I felt really grateful for them. Well, another side of me says that it is supposed to be this way. It is a must for the father to turn over new leaf. He created all these trouble and he should be the one returning everything back to normal, to its own place. Definitely everyone will be happy for the family to be back together, living happily. Well, the only flaw about this is that the story ends the way fairytales end. Blah..blah..blah... and the live happily ever after.
Bye Bye for the very last time!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Please comment!
Coffesions of a cross-country runner to pole vaulter
Hi for the fifth time today,
Complete the sentence: Confessions of a ____________________.
Cross-country runner to a pole vaulter is my answer to the blank.
'Confessions of a cross-country runner to a pole vaulter'
Being a cross-country runner is fun and tough. Many will think hat you are very good in running and always show off because you are their friend. "Eh... You know arh, i have this friend very the pro leh. His running is like damn fast larh. I cool right, have this type of friend...." and the broken english and fanciful talk will go on. I always walk away when i come across these type of incidents.
Then, one fine day, my cross-country running became history. My coach told me that i would excel better in pole vault and transferred me there straight away without even asking for my opinion (he did ask, but all these white lies are supposed to make the story more attention grabbing. After all, it is a confession). I wonder why i have the ability to pole vault. It is extremely different from running. The gap between pole vault and the latter is...is humongous. Pole vault is very technical, unlike running. Well, if you ask Usain Bolt, he will say that running is the most technical sport. You know, lifting your legs up at the right time, with the right effort, and the correct angle. All that sorts. But, i dont look so deeply into running. You can really say that the trainging required for running is tougher than pole vaulting, if you compare each session. However, during the hoidays, pole vault training is 6 times a week! That is so stressful. And then what about homework? My Mum and Dad keep complaining to me that it is too time wasting. Well it is time wasting to them but not me. after a whole morning of tired studies, pole vault is what i will look forward to. It is enjoyable! Howver, It is time-wasting in a sense that the training is held at Gombak Stadium and i live at Bedok. To travel there by MRT, it takes about 1 hour! It is like traveling round the world in a limited time! The school also have high expectations for us! Recently, the captain shawn, just brok the national record.
all in all, pole vault has its pros and cons.
Posting the last time in a while!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Complete the sentence: Confessions of a ____________________.
Cross-country runner to a pole vaulter is my answer to the blank.
'Confessions of a cross-country runner to a pole vaulter'
Being a cross-country runner is fun and tough. Many will think hat you are very good in running and always show off because you are their friend. "Eh... You know arh, i have this friend very the pro leh. His running is like damn fast larh. I cool right, have this type of friend...." and the broken english and fanciful talk will go on. I always walk away when i come across these type of incidents.
Then, one fine day, my cross-country running became history. My coach told me that i would excel better in pole vault and transferred me there straight away without even asking for my opinion (he did ask, but all these white lies are supposed to make the story more attention grabbing. After all, it is a confession). I wonder why i have the ability to pole vault. It is extremely different from running. The gap between pole vault and the latter is...is humongous. Pole vault is very technical, unlike running. Well, if you ask Usain Bolt, he will say that running is the most technical sport. You know, lifting your legs up at the right time, with the right effort, and the correct angle. All that sorts. But, i dont look so deeply into running. You can really say that the trainging required for running is tougher than pole vaulting, if you compare each session. However, during the hoidays, pole vault training is 6 times a week! That is so stressful. And then what about homework? My Mum and Dad keep complaining to me that it is too time wasting. Well it is time wasting to them but not me. after a whole morning of tired studies, pole vault is what i will look forward to. It is enjoyable! Howver, It is time-wasting in a sense that the training is held at Gombak Stadium and i live at Bedok. To travel there by MRT, it takes about 1 hour! It is like traveling round the world in a limited time! The school also have high expectations for us! Recently, the captain shawn, just brok the national record.
all in all, pole vault has its pros and cons.
Posting the last time in a while!
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
I rather be the city rat than the country rat. Comment.
Hi again,
This is my fourth post today. Haha. Cool eh?
Okay... Down to serious work. Let me be a little different. Many would agree with this sentence. Well, i would not. City life is boring. You know, Life is like a routine in the city. You wake up, brush your teeth, go to school, come home, do your work, eat, and then sleep. Work, work, work. Time, time, time. These are the two words that are in the minds of you and me--city people. That might be a harsh term to call ourselves. But, face it. We are like that. Think about the life of countryside people. They awake, bath in the morning sun, do whatever they want, swim in the sea. How nice is that? I don't, know. That is how i view it. You may see it in other perspectives. Many think that it is so good to live in the city. You have everything. From McDonalds to Karangguni. Well, I would definitely want to live with or even in nature itself. You have to limits. Where to go, ERPs, etc. you will even have your own pet cow! How cool is that?
All, in all, the country life is better and not as stressful as the city life.
Bye! (posting againn later, haha)
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
This is my fourth post today. Haha. Cool eh?
Okay... Down to serious work. Let me be a little different. Many would agree with this sentence. Well, i would not. City life is boring. You know, Life is like a routine in the city. You wake up, brush your teeth, go to school, come home, do your work, eat, and then sleep. Work, work, work. Time, time, time. These are the two words that are in the minds of you and me--city people. That might be a harsh term to call ourselves. But, face it. We are like that. Think about the life of countryside people. They awake, bath in the morning sun, do whatever they want, swim in the sea. How nice is that? I don't, know. That is how i view it. You may see it in other perspectives. Many think that it is so good to live in the city. You have everything. From McDonalds to Karangguni. Well, I would definitely want to live with or even in nature itself. You have to limits. Where to go, ERPs, etc. you will even have your own pet cow! How cool is that?
All, in all, the country life is better and not as stressful as the city life.
Bye! (posting againn later, haha)
Cleon Wong 1A4 (07)
Who is your least favourite character in Village by the Sea? State your reasons
Dear all,
As you can tell from the title of this blog post, I will be stating my least favourite character and telling you all why (reasons).
Let me give a rough idea of what Village by the Sea is, if you did not read it (All of you would have read. If you have not, you are in hot soup!). It is about this family that is living in poverty. The mother is sick, father is always drunk, two younger sisters are receiving primary education whilst older brother and sister are not. So, basically, the whole family depends on the older brother, Hari, and sister , Lila, to bring in the bacon. The book brings you through the hard life of Hari (his burden, stress, etc.) and what decisions he has made to overcome all these obstacles.
Now, my least favourite character... He is the father.
In the story, the father drinks lots and lots of toddy every night and comes back all grumpy and sorts. I seriously thinks that he is totally useless. He is the one who has brought all the burden upon Hari and the family. He sold his boat, does not pay his debt and caused all the unhappiness for the family. It is because of him Lila had to go out to sea and offer prayers to their God, to protect the family. Hari was put in a hard position when deciding whether to leave his homeland and go to Bombay or to stay and continue planting a puny amount of vegetables. If he is not a drunkard, he would not have sold his boat and would go out to sea to fish for fishes to feed the family or even to sell to bring in some money.
That is why the father is my least favourite character.
Bye!
Cleon Wong 1a4 (07)
As you can tell from the title of this blog post, I will be stating my least favourite character and telling you all why (reasons).
Let me give a rough idea of what Village by the Sea is, if you did not read it (All of you would have read. If you have not, you are in hot soup!). It is about this family that is living in poverty. The mother is sick, father is always drunk, two younger sisters are receiving primary education whilst older brother and sister are not. So, basically, the whole family depends on the older brother, Hari, and sister , Lila, to bring in the bacon. The book brings you through the hard life of Hari (his burden, stress, etc.) and what decisions he has made to overcome all these obstacles.
Now, my least favourite character... He is the father.
In the story, the father drinks lots and lots of toddy every night and comes back all grumpy and sorts. I seriously thinks that he is totally useless. He is the one who has brought all the burden upon Hari and the family. He sold his boat, does not pay his debt and caused all the unhappiness for the family. It is because of him Lila had to go out to sea and offer prayers to their God, to protect the family. Hari was put in a hard position when deciding whether to leave his homeland and go to Bombay or to stay and continue planting a puny amount of vegetables. If he is not a drunkard, he would not have sold his boat and would go out to sea to fish for fishes to feed the family or even to sell to bring in some money.
That is why the father is my least favourite character.
Bye!
Cleon Wong 1a4 (07)
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