English 10: Writing Portfolio

Essay the first: Origins  
Essay the second: Literature  
  Well, it was one fine eveing in the hot august sun of Cancun, Mexico. My mother and I went about our vacatonaly deeds and it was an extremly routine and relaxing week. Untill the last day when something went ariay which proved exactly how strange my mother can really be.

The last day started off just fine almost too fine. To the point where the morning turned into evening which faded to night. This is when evil came out to play and I this case evil took the form of White Russian who had struck my mother down. In her bewilderd state she went for a stroll from the bar to retire to her room however theres was problem. Her key did not work so in her toxicly induced rage she yelled out for me to open the door but unfortunatly i was not there. She proceeds yelling for God only knows how long.She did however eventually get in. Now u may have asked your self what was so funny about that but do not take haste the tale is yet to conclude. The next day, the day of our depature, we took a charter bus to the airport and sat next to a nice couple from the same hotel. When we had asked them how their trip was they sed it was all fine except for the last night. On said night They were dissturbed by some old man who stayed at the door yelling for his mother to open the door. We then relized that the leathal combonation of thirty years of smoking and a thick Boston accent had duped the young mid-western couple into thinking it was in fact a man calling out for his ma.

This story realy shows me how irregular my little family really is. It also taght me that the whole city of boston should not be alowed to touch a cigarette ever again not to mention the effects of alcohol in many hillarious stories.


















Dear Mr. Browning although you are a very credited writer with many famous works with previous accomplishments that have been great. It is my unfortunate job to have to exclude your poems from this year’s textbook. We believe your work has no place in any modern textbooks. Quite frankly we do not think your work is any thing special considering the times you wrote them. We are targeting a much happier, more modern audience then that of which you attract.

One thing we particularly did not like was your lack of concern for your reader. At the risk of sounding uneducated, your work is far too complex for the modern reader. What good is it to us to try and teach something to children if we would also need to interpret it? The critic Bryan Aubrey, from Magill Book Reviews says, “Browning’s “Fifine” might as well have been written in Sanskrit as far as the ordinary reader is concerned.”(1) Things like this are hard for our children to take in. If they are asleep on the book they are not learning from it.

Yet another reason for your rejection, Is your reckless disregard for having a definitive style. I use that term lightly because your work is good. By all means I am not discrediting any of your achievements but it is not what we want. Your style, given that it is in the Victorian age, is very gloomy. This is not only unoriginal but it is taken a little to far. While reading your poem “My Last Duchess” I was not only scared but also a little bit worried. In one line the narrator says “But she was mine.”(1) This indicates a huge sense of jealousy, which may be some subconscious jealousy, and we think that the root of not only bad style but some psychological problems.

As I said before do not look at this rejection as an end but look at it as a new beginning. We just do not think your work to be happy enough and as you have said yourself and I quote: “It (his poetry) is about the development of a soul, little else is worth study.”(2) This is clearly a depressing statement telling out children all they do is worthless because there soul has no definitive meaning. We cannot have our children reading such propaganda. We just do not think you belong in the eyes and ears of our children.






















When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for people to dissolve political bands that have connected them with another they often write literature. And in the case of our lovely island of Britain these storytellers often would look for answers to their questions. In many cases this has provided for many superstitions that we today are amazed and appalled by, Such as the superstion of MacBeth or of the Dickens’s tales. One however not many have read is the poem called After Death by Charles Swinburne. It gives us a good look at how people of the time feel about death and its mystery.

The thing in this short poem that he is trying to make the reader believe is hard to catch upon the first glance. However upon further research it is obvious he makes references to the living dead, zombies if you will. One example of how it shows the dead having life is shown in the beginning of the poem: ”Have they hewn my son for beasts to eat”(38) the common understanding of the living dead at the time was that they eat the flesh of others so one can see this clearly states his concern for the issue.*** From the psychologist’s point of view, what can one say about the Brits at this time? I for one think this has something to do with their concern for death, which still today is the great mystery of life in all its irony. The question of what comes next has plagued man for centuries as it does to the people of England in the late eighteen hundreds. This is seen in this line where the author shows his thoughts of death as being a new beginning “The four boards of the coffin lid heard all the dead men wake”(1) His views on death are quite strange but then again who does really know whether its is a twenty first century American or a eighteenth century English writer.

This work however never grew to the popularity of MacBeth or A Christmas Tale and it can be clear for one reason the poem is dark and dreary one might say it is common of a romantic poem. It however was not written in the romantic age but during the times of Tennyson, Dickens and Wilde. To talk in a pessimistic way may have been considered unfashionable. It was just written in the wrong time period to be widely accepted.

We now have the privilege to see these silly superstions and perhaps look past such foolish behavior in our lives. The encyclopedia Britannica agrees we must be better then what the British blindly believed in by saying “superstition has been deeply influential in world history. Being irrational, it should recede before education and, especially, science”(1-2) we do have something on our side these mislead people didn’t, an example.