1 / 18

Little Red Cap

Little Red Cap. Little Red Cap.

gabi
Télécharger la présentation

Little Red Cap

An Image/Link below is provided (as is) to download presentation Download Policy: Content on the Website is provided to you AS IS for your information and personal use and may not be sold / licensed / shared on other websites without getting consent from its author. Content is provided to you AS IS for your information and personal use only. Download presentation by click this link. While downloading, if for some reason you are not able to download a presentation, the publisher may have deleted the file from their server. During download, if you can't get a presentation, the file might be deleted by the publisher.

E N D

Presentation Transcript

  1. Little Red Cap

  2. Little Red Cap At childhood’s end, the houses petered outinto playing fields, the factory, allotmentskept, like mistresses, by kneeling married men, the silent railway line, the hermit’s caravan, till you came at last to the edge of the woods. It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf. He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw, red wine staining his bearded jaw. What big earshe had! What big eyes he had! What teeth!In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me, sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink, 

  3. my first. You might ask why. Here’s why. Poetry.The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods,away from home, to a dark tangled thorny placelit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake,my stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazersnagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoesbut got there, wolf’s lair, better beware. Lesson one that night, breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem.I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, forwhat little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?Then I slid from between his heavy matted pawsand went in search of a living bird – white dove –which flew, straight, from my hands to his open mouth.One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said,licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the backof the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books.Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head,warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.

  4. But then I was young – and it took ten years in the woods to tell that a mushroomstoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birdsare the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolfhowls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out,season after season, same rhyme, same reason. I took an axeto a willow to see how it wept. I took an axe to a salmonto see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolfas he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw the glistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones.I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up.Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone. 

  5. Little Red Cap Listing Imagery Metaphor Diction Personification Allusion Enjambment Miscellaneous Enumeration At childhood’s end, the houses petered outinto playing fields, the factory, allotmentskept, likemistresses, by kneeling married men, thesilent railway line, the hermit’s caravan, till you came at last to the edge of the woods. It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf. He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw, red wine staining his bearded jaw. What big earshe had! What big eyes he had! What teeth!In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me, sweet sixteen, neverbeen, babe, waif,and bought me a drink, 

  6. my first. You might ask why. Here’s why. Poetry.The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods,away from home, to a dark tangled thorny placelit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake,my stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazersnagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoesbut got there, wolf’s lair, better beware. Lesson one that night, breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem.I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, forwhat little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?Then I slid from between his heavy matted pawsand went in search of a living bird – white dove –which flew, straight, from my hands to his open mouth.One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said,licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the backof the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books.Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head,warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.

  7. But then I was young – and it took ten years in the woods to tell that a mushroomstoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birdsare the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolfhowls the sameold song at the moon, year in, year out,season after season, same rhyme, same reason. I took an axetoa willow to see how itwept. I took an axe to a salmonto see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolfas he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw theglistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones.I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up.Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone. 

  8. Little Red CapForm: • 7 Stanzas • 6 Lines per Stanza • 10-13 Syllables per Line • 18 Cases of Enjambment • Rhyme Scheme  Structure • Free Verse • End Rhyme

  9. Literal Meaning • Little Girl • Follows a Wolf • Deflowered • 10 years with him • Kills the Wolf

  10. Figurative Meaning • Independence • Falls in “Love” • Sophistication • Loss of Innocence • Physical Relationship • Nothing more to offer her anymore

  11. Figurative Meaning • Autobiographic Poem • Duffy & Adrian Henri • Physical and intellectual relationships • Priority = knowledge • Secondary = Sex • College students and professors

  12. Allusion “What big ears he had! What big eyes he had! What teeth!” (2nd Stanza) “… the virgin white of my grandmother’s bones. I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up.” (7th Stanza) Little Red Cap The Sly Fox and the Little Red Hen

  13. Imagery • “Silent railway line” (Line 4) • “Wolfy drawl … hairy paw, red wine staining his bearded jaw” (Line 8) • “to a dark tangled thorny place lit by the eyes of owls” (Line 15) • “Thrashing fur” (Line 21) • “Glistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones,” (Line 40) • Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone,” (Line 42)

  14. Listing/ Enumeration “… playing fields, the factory, allotments kept … the silent railway, the hermit’s caravan…” (Line 1) “sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink” (Line 12) “Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, on the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood” (Line 29)

  15. Diction “Edge” (Line 5) “Staining” (Line 9) “Crawled” (Line 16) “Lesson one” (Line 19) “Greying” (Line 34) “Same old” (Line 35)

  16. Rhyme • “…murder clues.I lost both shoes…” (3rd Stanza) • “One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said…” (5th Stanza) • “…season after season, same rhyme, same reason…” (6th Stanza) • “willow … wept… to a salmon … leapt… to the wolf as heslept” (7th Stanza) • “grandmother’s bones. I filled his old belly with stones… singing, all alone.” (7th Stanza)

  17. Discussion Questions Would changing the fairy tale Duffy alludes to strengthen or weaken the theme? Between the Wolf and Little Red, who is more similar to the character of Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? Who is portrayed as the hero/victim in the poem, do you believe this portrayal is accurate?

  18. Bibliography Wolf and Red on Grass: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/055/b/1/little_red_riding_hood_by_nadeshiko_kohana-d5w28ba.jpg Author and Ex-Husband: http://www.andyrobertsmusic.com/news-carolann_duffy.html Emotional Cliff: http://fitdeck.com/connect/bid/93637/Fiscal-versus-Emotional-Cliff Red and Wolf: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdj5aeFwSi1r45k7bo1_500.jpg Anime: http://www.zerochan.net/898561 No Background Anime: http://www.zerochan.net/1201442

More Related