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Peer Review – Natasha Prudnicki

“Hello there, Natasha, a very lovely entry you have here! How you analyze the response on what a child would give to their father in regards to how much they love him is quite compelling. Especially when mentioning that it depends on circumstances and the individual along with their bond with their father as well, which is quite true when seen with Lear and his daughters. Your tone is honest but there is something rather gentle about it as seen with this sentence, “Anyway the topic has asked me to imagine I am giving my response. I think my reply would be truthful yet not completely devoted.” Overall, as I mentioned before – a lovely entry!”

How Much Does the Truth Hurt?

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La Lune Lament

In all my years of existence, it truly is astounding at times when I turn my gaze upon the Earth and observe its residents.

Never have I felt so confused and dumbfounded.  Such tiny specimens giving me confusion? It sounds quite impossible, doesn’t it? Even though I cannot compete to the colossal masses of Saturn or Jupiter, nor am I as extravagant as Mars or Venus, I am still a wonder to these seemingly simple specimens.

Something of beauty and wonder that many a song composed by them has sing.  If only I can share that similar fondness.

Do not get me wrong – there are times I can look fondly upon them when I see feats of comradery and compassion.  No matter how simple, it is something so intriguing to my lonesome self that even my cold surface may feel a beat.  Perhaps it is because, again, I am in my lonesome? Who can say?

Yet that is all that remains.  At the very least, I am what I am.

I am beautiful, yes, but I am also cold.  I am cold, hard and nobody can live with me without suffocating.  I am alone, and I am fine with my fate of being in my lonesome for even an eternity.

Yet the creatures that habit the Earth confuse me in that aspect.  They try to make themselves so difficult to read.  What is the point in doing such a thing? I do know the answer to that, as I have seen some of them who bear more power than others mask away their true intentions behind a friendly face.  But even I, who is rather far, can still plainly see and feel the malice and ill intentions hidden behind that friendly facade.

From such observations, I have only come to that sad conclusion.

Nothing has truly changed, nor will I think it ever will.

Even with this pessimistic turn of my nose, part of me nudges within, which is the reason why I still gaze upon such ordeals.  A little question I hope can be answered with years, decades, centuries or even millennia to come.  A question I hope will receive a positive answer for cold, hard and lonesome, old me.

Will they ever prove me wrong?


From the perspective of the moon, in a paragraph, describe the current situation on earth as you see it.

Image Source:
http://pyrogoth85.deviantart.com/art/Lonely-moon-181153713

Peer Review #3

Peer Review – Anne-Marie Dimarco

“Hello there, Anne-Marie – this is a really informative analysis of the two paintings! There is a lot of information that I’ve learned such as Luther’s theses “The Ninety-five Theses or Disputation on the Power of Indulgences”. I also agree that the second picture by Guilio Procaccini is a far more powerful and emotional piece just because of the darker and far more contrasting hues and shades of light and darkness. It does capture Jesus’ sacrifice, as well as show how harsh and brutal that time, setting and situation was. All in all, very good job!”

ENGL210 – BLOG 4

Only Perfection

“I expect nothing but perfection.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Perfection.  But, of course.  Nothing is too perfect for one such as my principal patron.  After all, he is Cosimo I de’ Medici, the second Duke of Florence! Son of the famous condottiere, Giovanni dalle Bande Nere from Forli and the Madame Maria Salviati.  He comes from a prestigious and grand bloodline, so it makes perfect sense that this painting must be perfection.

In a way, I am also quite honoured that he ensures that I am the one to deliver this perfection.  I am a painter, and under the tutelage and guidance of Jacopio Pontormo, I will paint perfection.  After all, that is expected from an artist, is it not? To strive for and capture perfection

After all, that is expected from an artist, is it not? To strive for and capture perfection.

There he stood before me.  Tall, proud and majestic.  His dark armour glistening while a hand was on his helmet.  His dark eyes are focusing seriously to the side.  A true warrior he is – strong, dignified and resolute.

He was from a lower branch of his family and had lived in Mugello.  However, he came to power at seventeen when the Grand Duke, Alessandro de’ Medici, was assassinated a few years ago for having an illegitimate boy.  A long fight would ensue where my patron would reject the clause he had signed, which would ensure much power to a council of forty-eight.

In that same year after his first victory, he had sent Bernardo Antonio de’ Medici to Charles V to gain recognition as head of the Florentine state.  Needless to say, that went successfully.

And here I am, meticulously applying gentle yet firm strokes to the canvas.  The colours swirling around on my palette as I knit my brow.  His shining dark armour however, was the thing that needed the most care on.  Such detail

Such detail needs to be captured.  All of it.  The little dapples of glowing light upon the surface, the intricate patternings, and the shadows that danced upon its lower surfaces.  It strikes me as a curious thing with how there are a lot of dark tints and shades, but my patron was adamant in not wanting to be bathed in too much light or having a vibrantly coloured drape behind him.

But it matters not to me if someone is in the light or in the dark.  If they are bathed in brightness or in shadow.

My job is to just capture perfection.


Agnolo Bronzino - Cosimo I de' Medici in armour - Google Art Project.jpgAgnolo Bronzino, Cosimo I de’ Medici (1540’s)

Peer Review #2

Peer Review – Beatrice Fait

“Hello there, Beatrice, what an informative post! At first, though my interest was piqued at taking a quick look at The Faerie Queen, your submission has definitely made me want to read the whole thing. You’re very clear and concise in your analysis. I particularly like how you spoke quickly about the background of the poem’s story at first, then dissected into the contextual aspects by writing about the religious imagery and symbolism. Great job!”

Blog Topic 4

Death and All His Friends

What does Ralegh mean by his sentence in the Conclusion to his The History of the World that “It is …Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself.”?


What Ralegh means by that line is that death is the ultimate truth.  It matters not who you are, where you were born and what your achievements were, nothing can hide from death.

Despite how people appear to be different in many ways such as upbringing, experiences, status and knowledge, there is the fact that we are not so different at all.  People cry, laugh, eat, drink, hate and love just like any other person.  Death does not see a person as anything more than their very core: a life that it will take when it’s time.

Ralegh’s piece contains more lines that show evidence for death’s objectivity and nonchalance towards riches, status or facades:

“…tells the proud that they are but abjects, and humbles them at the instant; makes them cry, complain, and repent, yea, even to hate their forepassed happiness.  He takes the account of the rich, and proves him a beggar, a naked beggar, which hath interest in nothing but the gravel that fills his mouth.  He holds a glass before the eyes of the most beautiful, and makes them see therein their deformity and rottenness, and they acknowledge it.”

The contrasting between the subjects in the above lines highlights death revealing the harsh yet needed truth as well as a lesson.  Indulging in the vice of pride will, in the end, result in the ultimate humiliation with death coming to finally claim your life.  You are no longer your own master and must submit to your fate.  The rich cannot bring their luxuries into the afterlife, so they are reduced to the same as a mere beggar.  Even eating dirt like one in the end due to being six feet under and having nothing.

Indulging in the vice of pride will, in the end, result in the ultimate humiliation with death coming to finally claim your life.  You are no longer your own master and must submit to your fate.  The rich cannot bring their luxuries into the afterlife, so they are reduced to the same as a mere beggar.  Even eating dirt like one in the end due to being six feet under and having nothing.  Outward beauty and appearances can never last, and thus one’s true colours will always be revealed.

Ralegh’s lines thus tell us that death is a revelation, one might start to have second thoughts and realize the wrongdoing they’ve committed.  Like in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness where Captain Kurtz screams out “The horror! The horror!” as he lays dying, death reveals to you things about yourself that even you might be unaware of.


(Image Source)

Joel Roblson, Death and All His Friends.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/joel_r/6030592417

St George and the Dragon


Paolo Uccelo’s St George and the Dragon is an interesting artwork.  What is interesting about it is the composition where we see motion placed into the knight and the horse as the valiant, white steed raises up on its hind legs.  During that, the knight stabs and conquers the monster.  The dragon is pierced with its position hunched over with its head noticeably bowed down.

While there is tension between the knight, the dragon and even the horse, the lady at the left stands motionless.  Though she is also on a lighter background, she is rather poised with a line or string that seems to be attached to the dragon who is in darker shadows.  Perhaps this is to the lady helping the knight defeat the dragon, yet there is something unnerving about her pose where she appears to be in mere conversation rather than be in panic or in a fighting stance to match the scenario.