Rip Van Winkle’s Diary


I’ve had enough today! My wife is constantly nagging me. It seems like nothing is ever good enough for her. Am I good enough? I know I am. All the neighbors love me, so why can’t she?!. I swear I have the worst of luck with everything. First, my kids and wife hate me, then my crops won’t grow, and now I never want to be home. The only thing I actually look forward to throughout my day would have to be fishing and hunting. I hope I catch something good today. Maybe then Dame will appreciate me a little more.

-Rip Van Winkle


It’s another bad day, unfortunately.  I was just out with my friends and guess what? You guessed it. MY WIFE CAME NAGGING AGAIN!!! I can never catch a break with her. I’m probably just going to go to the woods and do some hunting or something so I can get my mind off all this.

So, I went hunting with Wolf and I brought my gun. When I was about to head home some random guy called my name. I’ll be honest I was a little scared at first, but all he needed was a little help so of course, like the good person I am, helped him. When I helped him to his destination his friends were drinking. I think they want me to drink with them and I don’t want to go home just yet. So I should just stay, right? Nothing bad is going to happen, right? I should be fine, I helped him he won’t hurt me. Oh well, I’m staying. If anything happens to me don’t show my journal to my wife.

-Rip Van Winkle


The craziest thing is going on right now. I have no idea what to do except sit here and collect my thoughts. Okay, so I woke up today with what I was thinking I was just having a very bad hangover from “drinking the night before” with my new buddies. I wake up in the grass (which I expected to be), drink some water, take some Advil that I packed. And when I look down I see MY BEARD HAS GROWN A FOOT LONG! MY GUN IS RUSTED, WOLF IS GONE, AND I CAN’T FIND THE GUYS I WAS DRINKING WITH ANYWHERE! So I head back home because of course my wife is going to be very upset, but everything has changed. I don’t know what to do my neighbors aren’t here anymore, the weather is odd, the president is no longer Bill Clinton, it’s an orange guy named Donald Trump. WTF is going on! How long have I been asleep was all I could think about, so I check the news and I’ve been asleep for 20 YEARS! I’m not even me anymore, my home isn’t even my home anymore, my dog doesn’t recognize me, nobody knows who I am, my kids probably still hate me. I’m going to ask someone where my wife and kids are. I’m so confused. Why didn’t anyone come looking for me?

Update: Apparently I got scammed and now everyone hates me. Fortunately, people recognized my son and Judith, my daughter is letting me stay with her. My wife is also dead, I’m still not too sure how I feel about that. Anyways, I feel like my life is no longer mine and I don’t know how long it will take until I start getting used to everything. I have a lot of catching up to do.

-Rip Van Winkle

I had chosen to do three journal entries based on Rip Van Winkle. I did two before he was in a twenty-year deep sleep and one after his twenty-year deep sleep. I chose to do journal entries because I feel like a lot more people are into writing in journals and just expressing how they feel through writing. With that being said I thought Journal entries would be the perfect modernized way to describe what had happened to Rip Van Winkle. To relate this back to Thomas De Quincey’s term “knowledge of power” we are able to read and perhaps even feel the anxiety Rip Van Winkle goes through as his whole life changes right in front of him. It’s as if his life isn’t even his anymore. His wife is dead, his kids are all grown up, and different people rule his village. To even think how my life would be in a year is crazy, so to think two whole centuries? I could not even begin to imagine how Winkle could have felt in the slightest bit. Imagine waking up from a 20-year coma? As I was Reading through Rip Van Winkle he had been miserable with his wife but also had bad luck with his crops. So had this been his getaway? It’s interesting how through “literature of power” we can interpret short stories, such as the one I am analyzing right now, however, we’d like. For example, some may say they would feel some sort of sentiment towards Winkle, while others could care less due to the fact that he had been careless towards his family.

Carmen Ibarra


The Getaway

Unfortunately, the Irish Harp had only been appreciated for a short period of time. It was typically played for those of a higher class and for the elite who were granted special privileges. Harp playing would even be accompanied with poetry and other types of high-class singing. Harp playing had become very popular until the high-class, kings, and noblemen no longer desired to have them around, leading harpist to travel which also lead to the near extinction of harp playing. The harp had also been known as an instrument used to resist the crown and England, then leading the harp to be banned.

The poem that had stood out to me most as I was reading up on the history of the harp had been Dear Harp of My Country by Thomas Moore.

Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers,

This sweet wreath song is the last we shall twine;

Go, sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,

As I read this small portion of the poem, what had instantly come to mind had been how harp playing was coming to an end and dying out, how it had no longer been valued although it has a major symbol to it in Ireland.

I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,

And all the wild sweetness I wak’d was thy own.

As I continuously read through the poem, I read it in a soft, smooth, calming tempo. Which also reminds me of how a harp is played. The sounds of a harp are soft, calming, slow tempo. These lines of the poem and all throughout this poem also sound as if a person had been in a depressed state and that harp playing had brought them out of that. In the lines above where it states how the speaker is like the wind just passing buy until the had been awakened by the harp is a sign of happiness perhaps, but now that harp playing is dying out so is the speaker of the poem. The harp had been the getaway.

But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness,

That ev’n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.

Victorville in 2019

Reckless, self-centered, stupid president;

Celebrities, useless to mankind, who go

Through the public eye looking down on everyone as insignificant;

The government neither cares nor knows what we all undergo,

Yet they all depend on the minorities to remain significant.

One day it will all be gone, and everyone will just outgrow.

We see with our bare eyes people starving and dying;

The military freely seeking their next innocent victims,

And for anyone who attempts to fight back, there’s no winning.

Hopefully one day we can open our eyes and realize all the chaos.

Hopefully one day someone can help the helpless.

I recreated the poem England in 1819 by Percy Shelley.

Carmen Ibarra




The poem I chose to analyze had been, The Mad Mother, before I go in-depth with how I interpreted the poem I want to talk about the title. I found it interesting how this poem was titled The Mad Mother because she decided to be fully devoted to her baby and mother nature. On lines 7-20 on page 115:

She has a baby on her arm,
Or else she were alone;
And underneath the hay-stack warm,
And on the green-wood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among;
And it was in the English tongue.

Sweet babe! they say that I am mad,
But nay, my heart is far too glad;
And I am happy when I sing

It is obvious to us that she has been rejected by society so the only way for her to remain sane or to feel loved is her child. On lines 31-34 on page 115: we read the satisfaction, love, and calmness she receives as her child is being breastfed by her.

Suck, little babe, oh suck again!
It cools my blood; it cools my brain;
Thy lips I feel them, baby! they
Draw from my heart the pain away.

Buttermere Lake, with Part of Cromackwater, Cumberland, a Shower exhibited 1798 by Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851

Buttermere Lake, with Part of Cromackwater, Cumberland, a Shower exhibited 1798 Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851 Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856

As I am reading through The Mad Mother the image that best fits this poem is this one. As I am reading I think of a woman who is away from society but who is connected to mother nature, right in the middle of it, just like this image. Also, on lines, 41-45 on page 116 it says: which is a perfect description of this image. The boat in the middle of that lake is the mother and her small baby and she is comforting it as they are going through the lake.

Oh! love me, love me, little boy!
Thou art thy mother’s only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o’er the sea-rock’s edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,

The darkness of this image represents the loneliness the mother feels. Although she is happy with her baby and mother nature she is still rejected from society so she has to find satisfaction and comfort with what she has beside her which is obviously her baby and all the nature that is surrounding her.


Tempo and Intensity

Music is just another form of poetry. According to the dictionary, Romantic poetry of the eighteenth-century is: “Romanticism, a philosophical, literary, artistic and cultural era which began in the mid/late-18th century as a reaction against the prevailing Enlightenment ideals of the day.” So basically Romantic poetry focused on the musical, artistic, and intellectual side of literature and poetry itself. So we are able to actually listen to The Ancient Mariner through rock which is amazing due to the fact that through Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s heavy metal rock version of “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” the audience is able to interpret and understand the poem in a much simpler way.

Another interesting thing I noticed was how dramatic the music was. As the poem became more intense, Such as the lines

“Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.
The souls did from their bodies fly,—
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!”
As the music got to these lines the more intense and dramatic it got, the beat of the music began to increase and the louder the voices got. With this happening it allows the readers to somewhat feel what the listeners are feeling as the Mariner is telling his story. So as the pace picks up the louder the voices get and the story becomes more intense, but as the voices become softer and the music gets lower the less intense the story is. Also, by the end of the story or midway through it, the wedding guests tell the Mariner they are afraid of him, and as the listeners, listening to this heavy metal rock version of this poem, we are able to feel the intensity through the music.
By: Carmen Ibarra

Equiano’s Works

As I was reading through Olaudah Equiano’s narrative of his life, we mainly notice how he refers back to literature when explaining what he had gone through throughout his life. However, each  time he refers back to literature he relates it to Christianity or always has to throw in a bit of scripture or something related to the Lord.

“Oh Jove! O father! if it be thy will

That we must perish, we thy will obey,

But let us perish by the light of day” (pg, 79)

This piece of literature is a translation from Alexander Pope of Homer’s Iliad. As Equiano is being transported in the dark he is struggling and feels as if though he is going to die. So he instantly thinks of the lines from Homer’s poetry written above. It’s interesting how even through the thought of death Equiano still has literature going through his mind. I believe Olaudah Equiano continuously refers back to literature and Christianity so he can capture the minds of those who are able to read his works which, nonetheless is most likely white males. Just as we talked about in class Equiano was an abolitionist so in order to get across what he wanted to say he had to, in a sense, relate to the white male. For example, he was well-educated and became a christian. Not only that but he refers back to only white male writers which makes sense due to the fact that slavery is still going on and there were little to no rights for those like Equiano. By referring back to literature, God, and Christianity it gives Equiano The advantage of actually having the audience he wants to capture to listen to his story and feel empathy towards the situation of he and his people are going through. I also believe that because each piece of literature that Equiano placed in his narrative was mainly about God and Christianity it shows that literature during this time was more based towards the bible, so perhaps people felt the need to turn towards Christianity.

By: Carmen Ibarra

The Hidden Truth


By: Carmen Ibarra

“There march’d the bard and blockhead, side by side,
Who rhym’d for hire, and patroniz’d for pride.
Narcissus, 39  prais’d with all a Parson’s pow’r,
Look’d a white lilly sunk beneath a show’r.
There mov’d Montalto 40  with superior air; [105]
His stretch’d-out arm display’d a Volume fair;
Courtiers and Patriots in two ranks divide,
Thro’ both he pass’d, and bow’d from side to side:
But as in graceful act, with awful eye
Compos’d he stood, bold Benson thrust him by: [110]
On two unequal crutches propt he came,
Milton’s on this, on that one Johnston’s name.
The decent Knight retir’d with sober rage,
“What! no respect, he cry’d, for Shakespear’s page?”
But (happy for him as the times went then) [115]
Appear’d Apollo’s May’r and Aldermen,
On whom three hundred gold-capt youths 41  await,
To lug the pond’rous volume off in state.”

As I was reading this excerpt of the poem the image above instantly came to mind. The fact that the pope is a rat and the prime minister to his side is a donkey does allude signs of dis. The fact that it shows “the holiness” as a rat leaning against those books and the donkey with a letter on his ear shows the negativity within the picture. Not only that but this entire excerpt of the poem has lots of negative connotations to it. Such as, using the words: blockhead, narcissus, divide, awful eye, pride, and much more just shows the negativity that was meant to  be spoken of “the holiness” and his “prime minister.” I also notice the pen in the hands of the rat. When I see that I think of the lines

“The decent Knight retir’d with sober rage,
“What! no respect, he cry’d, for Shakespear’s page?”
But (happy for him as the times went then) [115]”

Which lead me to think “the holiness” is a fraud, because I do remember reading in lecture #5 that during the time of Pope’s poetry there had been a lot of plagiarizer and that was before the time of copy-write. Which also leads me to assume there were conflicts between the two.


By: Carmen Ibarra

Throughout Mary Rowlandson’s Narrative she goes on to discuss the terrible misfortunes the natives have placed upon her life and the lives of others, by killing most of her loved ones. However, the natives keep Rowlandson as their prisoner and she makes a big deal out of how she’s kept up as a prisoner to the natives, such as how kind they have been to her, the thing about this though is she still calls these people savages and other names. In my opinion I feel like Rowlandson attempts to accentuate the way the natives feel about and treat her when in reality they had better things to do than to be worried so much about a single prisoner. In part one of Gulliver’s Travels on page 34-35 Gulliver discusses how the people had taken note of every single object that was in or on Gulliver. “These gentlemen, having pen, ink, and paper about them, made an exact inventory of everything they saw; and when they had done, desired I would set them down, that they might deliver it to the Emperor.”(page 34) After this excerpt Gulliver goes on to read everything these people had written about him. “…In the right Coat-Pocket of the Great Man-Mountain…” (page 35) Although seeing foreign objects can be exciting, nobody has the time or patience to note every single thing that is on a person, they have much more important and interesting things to do.

What Would Jesus Do?

By: Carmen Ibarra

Dear Mary Rowlandson,

This is William Apess, writing to you based off your piece, The History of the Captivity. What I don’t seem to understand is the fact that you are being treated fairly by the Indians, yet you still decide to call them foul names because the color of their skin. I have a question for you. “Who are the children of God? Perhaps you may say, none but white. If so, The word of the Lord is not true.” (pg 1083) Did God not create us in his own image? If so, what makes a white person so special? What I am trying to say is, how can you claim to be a christian and follow the Lords ways when you can not even love your neighbor? Scripture says, “By this shall all men know that they are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. John 13.35” (pg 1082) Rowlandson, if you were well-educated on what the scripture says, you would have already known this. We need to love one another equally, despite the color of our skins. I do understand the Indians had killed your family and friends, but take a look into their lives. They were not educated about the word of God nor did you want to teach them about it. Now let me ask, do you withhold all this information from them because the color of their skin is different from yours? I should say “Jesus Christ being a Jew, and those of his Apostles certainly were not whites-and did not he who com­pleted the plan of salvation complete it for the whites as well as for the Jews, and others? And were not the whites the most degraded people on the earth at that time? And none were more so, for they sacrificed their children to dumb idols!”And did not St. Paul labor more abundantly for building up a Christian nation among you than any of the Apostles? And you know as well as I that you are not indebted to a principle beneath a white skin for your religious services but to a colored one.” (pg 1082) Skin color should not affect the way we treat people. Besides, the do no know what is right and wrong so in a perspective it is sort of our fault for not educating them on the word of God. I hope you understand where I am coming from as a true christian and decide to take my advice on how to go about things as a true christian. Have a nice day.


William Apess

Complications and Conflicts

By; Carmen Ibarra

Although Dryden did not explicitly bring Cydaria and Cortez together, he allowed them to love each other equally. As Cortez continuously attempts to save Cydaria we realize the love between the two is real. However, by Dryden never allowing the two to become married or even be together, I feel like Dryden is neither portraying to his audience doubts or anxieties about the relationship between the foreign imperialist, but rather showing that if the two were to come together this would only cause a clash between the two worlds, not only religious beliefs but also the way each individual lives their daily lives. In fact, Living in an extremely religious Hispanic household I continuously get told by my parents and family members to “Stick to my own race and religion” I could never agree with this. I do however understand where my parents are coming from, being in a relationship with someone who has different morals and beliefs will most likely cause conflicts within the relationship. To add to that we also notice in the picture shown in class that the audiences main focus was toward the stage and the right side of the audience. Right away we also notice the separation of social classes, the people of a higher social class get seated in the better seats while those of  lower class are down at the bottom. To relate this back to what I was saying about Dryden not allowing Cydaria and Cortez to be in a relationship, this shows the conflicts of mixing two completely different worlds.