The Given Seven

Prepared to spew a bomb,

It’s a kid with his mom.

Dinner they ate far apart,

Because he has a broken heart.

 

Why is our family oh so small?

Our family is a perfect size,

Can’t you see with those two eyes?

But is it only you and me, against it all?

 

We have five, five angels now in heaven.

But why must our family be so broken,

Sorry if I sound to have misspoken.

If you believe, we are seven.

 

But we never eat together.

A family is strong, no matter what.

But the future is not always clean cut.

I guess we’ll never be altogether.

 

Guess again, my little one.

If I’ll never get to see them, 

They’re nothing but a secret gem.

Oh, like father, like son.

 

Don’t you ever miss dad?

Every day, in the morning blue,

But all I think about is you.

Does that make you sad?

 

Never because he keeps us protected.

How come if I can’t see him,

All this is oh so grim.

Child, we are all interconnected.

 

I just wish that he was here.

He is to protect us forever,

No matter what endeavor. 

But his just nowhere, far or near.

 

Although he may be gone,

He would want us to be strong,

Because life keeps running along.

Now that’s something I can’t impose on.

 

What’s that you meant from the start?

Yes, regardless if they’re in heaven,

We are the given seven.

I now have to hold them, close to heart.

 

Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Edgar, and Lance.

All of them want you to cheerful,

Even if life is oh so fearful.

Let me take this one new chance.

 

Now, you see our family not so small?

My eyes were just so shut,

I surely feel like a butt.

This is our family, all in all.

 

Thank you, mom, I now understand.

I only want the best for you,

Because I’ll be here, through and through.

I really just needed that helping hand.

 

Now they feast with so much glee,

Not so blind for those we can’t see.

Because regardless if they’re in heaven,

They are the given seven.


I wanted to give my own intake on William Wordsworth’s, We Are Seven. It was an amazing peace on how a simple child who holds his loved ones so dear at heart, regardless of him not knowing of the afterlife, he still acknowledges their existence. In my take, I wanted to use the same scenario, but with a child that know about death, and who hated the fact that his family is so small. He knew that his family suffered a tragic accident that costed the lives of his father, grandparents, and dogs, Edgar and Lance. The mother, comforting him, made him realize that his family is still a huge part of him, but they lie solely in his heart.

Even if they’re not here physically, what matters more is what influences they had towards the child and what lessons they managed to teach him prior to their passing. Everyone hold family dear to their hearts, and death will always be inevitable, but that doesn’t mean that family should be accounted for just by physical attendance. Memories can truly establish a person and that is the message that the mother wants to give to her son. Nothing is meant to be forever, but that is what makes everything so much more cherishable in life.

I began and ended with the AABB sequence, but went with the ABBA sequence within the conversation of the child and his mother, to be able to differentiate the narrator from the characters.

– Stephen Muñoz

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The Pride of a Harp

Poet Thomas Moore was able to exemplify the significance of the harp through his words. The frequency within the pride for his work is shown throughout each stanza. The first he admires the brightness it holds to lighten even the darkest of places, that the way it’s constructed holds underlying strength towards the significance of what he believes in. As he sets free the harp for others to see, he’s more than confident that they’ll be at glee.

The second stanza describes the sounds that the harp intonates within Moore’s ears. The sound keeps him full of love an warmth that not anything can be able to provide for his comfort. It gives him great joy hearing these sounds that are positive that for the others to have the opportunity to hear these sounds from the harp, it can cure the sadness that lies from within themselves and will provide them with the sensation of thrill and chills they so much needed.

Moore shows the importance of the harp and how delicate he can be when other approaches to it as we undergo the third stanza. We can see that Moore wants to be able to compel the perfection and wonders that lie within the harp. But it’s never meant to be touched by another individual. He expresses how it’s the “Harp of my Country!” But it’s immediately soiled if it’s ever touched by anyone other than him. It goes to show that he sees himself the only one worthy for such an object.

In the last stanza, I can’t be asked. Although beforehand he expresses the harp as the pride of the country and how only he was the worth for the emblem of the country. He later changes his mind and elicits that he only; “but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,  And all the wild sweetness I wak’d was thy own.” He shows that now no-one it worthy of such instrument and the so-called new emblem of the country is worthy to no one. Such a time waster Moore was in the end.

– Stephen Muñoz

The Presidency in 2019

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A position that was once respected

Is now held by a carrot that needs correction,

Every day he gets rejected,

As we now wait for reelection.

For all the people that he has lied,

And all the promises now missing the mark,

He now has to swallow his pride,

For his followers can do nothing but bark.

A position that once held high,

Is now a comedian’s standard punchline,

We hope and approach to say goodbye,

To a president that did nothing but bitch and whine.

– Stephen Muñoz

 

The Conviction of Nothingness

The Abbey in the Oakwood by Caspar David Friedrich is what captivates when someone feels destroyed, defeated, convinced that there’s nothing in this world that holds the remedy for reconstructing their own world. For many, it may seem that days cycle at a neverending speed, but there’s no denying that there are days that seem to feel eternal.

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Woodsworth’s The Convict describes an individual dwells in misery but chooses to look away from it to create a facade that improves his perspective of the world. We this place that are abandoned and left for it to be daunted with memory from the people he loved and who passed on, left to be forgotten, but this individual, this is his home. Not in the sense that he chooses to live here but rather selects this spot as an area of safety.

And must we then part from the dwellin so fair?

In the pain of my spirit I said,

And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair

To the cell where the convict is laid.

Yet, we see that he chooses to be where he’s at as a punishment for himself for not being able to love. There’s no denying that the image is something that conveys that the area has been forgotten and abandoned because people decided to leave it behind. But on the contrary, someone could see this image and imagine a sensation of peace and serenity that not many will tend to focus upon. This used to be a place to rest people in peace, now this is the focal area for one to find the true person within himself away from love.

– Stephen Muñoz

 

The Masters of Rock: The Modern Mariner

There’s an underlying undertone of Romantic Poetry within Iron Maiden’s music. But it’s overshadowed by its own execution. Many wouldn’t even dare to approach towards rock if the premise of the song was within the romantic spectrum. Yet, we see how lead vocalist Bruce Dickinson is able to establish rock within the plethora of moderations poetry can become. When compared and contrasted, no one can imagine that The Rime of the Ancient Mariner would ever be interpreted by Dickinson in the manner that he usually does for this tracks within Iron Maiden. But it’s safe to say that dor this rendition Dickinson show appreciation for Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s work in the past.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
The many men, so beautiful! 
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.

We have to realize that Romantic Poetry is difficult to execute when synthesized within the rhythmic beat of Metal music. But what Iron Maiden manages to do with the material they have had in hand was sublime. Now that we’ve listened to the rendition that Iron Maiden has managed to execute, it’s safe to say that there are many works within Samuel Taylor Coleridge that can be existential within the Metal genre. Iron Maiden’s usage of Coleridge’s material is a concoction that many won’t expect and that many won’t dare to listen have a track that will outstand even the most closed-minded of individuals.

– Stephen Muñoz

One of the Same

No eye to mark their suff’rings with a tear;

No friend to comfort, and no hope to cheer:

Then, like the dull unpity’d brutes, repair

To stalls as wretched, and as coarse a fare;

Thank heaven one day of mis’ry was o’er,

Then sink to sleep, and wish to wake no more. (The Dying Negro, 112)

Olaudah Equiano was an individual with treacherous endeavors that would progressively change his own perception in life as he grows throughout the years. He challenges through the enigma of what he once thought was never to be touched and manifests his perspective in daily remissions of his life. His own writing is detailing enough, yet Equiano manages to reference and implement fellow English writers in order to be able to have a different intuition to be added within his work. Equiano implements such work in order to signify the importance of either positive or negative insight that has dwelled with the past, and for what lies in the future.

“The turbulence of my emotions however naturally gave way to calmer thoughts, and I soon perceived what fate had decreed no mortal on earth could prevent. The convoy sailed on without any accident, with a pleasant gale and smooth sea, for six weeks, till February, when one morning the Oeolus ran down a brig, one of the convoy, and she instantly went down and was ingulfed in the dark recesses of the ocean.” (Equiano, 112)

Equiano manifests that what occurred to the individual within The Dying Negro poem is similar in sensation to what he currently felt in that moment in time of his life. He, at the moment, had no words to be able to convey his feeling to his suffering yet, time later he finds eloquent literature that is enabling to give him a voice. Now that his voice is now formally heard, he never has to worry about being able to apply a ‘credible’ source in order for his work to be taken seriously. Olaudah Equiano is not only righteous and humble when enabling his input but also manages to change the significance of what it truly means to be human in this world. He was never formally taught in what God truly was, but he’s able to convey that for him, God is one that created human imperfectly, different and arises to the notion that many see each other as enemies rather than fellow brethren of this world. The ability to write is the enablement to speak for Equiano; and his establishment of what truly signifies togetherness is righteous, to say the least.

– Stephen Muñoz

Lil’ Pope

Image #2 is the perfect imagery to depict Alexander Pope for the mere size and characterization most individuals would tend to perceive him during his time. Standing a mere 4’6”, Pope would be the prime target of some that would never be taken seriously. We live in a society that the individuals in powers have to be tall, white, and ‘strong’ looking, give or take, and Alexander Pope would never fulfill such social requirements. Pope’s depiction of human-sized rat would likely interpret that many foresaw Pope as a joke. A joke that regardless of their incredibly prolific mind, would still be outcasted for the most regard of his height. Yet, Alexander Pope overcomes the obstacle and excels to deliver the amazing mock-epic, The Dunciad.  

 O, Cara! Cara! silence all that train: 24 
Joy to great Chaos! let Division reign: 25 
Chromatic 26  tortures soon shall drive them hence, [55]
Break all their nerves, and fritter all their sense:
One Trill shall harmonize joy, grief, and rage,
Wake the dull Church, and lull the ranting Stage;
To the same notes, thy sons shall hum, or snore And all thy yawning daughters cry encore. [60]

Dunciad will still continue to elicit the ideology Pope today within the 21st century. We see that Pope was able to conceptualize on this notion and presents to the reader that this is a never-ending cycle that many people will endure that express joy, hate, and jealously to the peers of their surrounding. Alexander Pope acknowledges that society enjoys diminishing the low-class or even anything that’s not considered ‘normal’. Pope’s height was an easy target to be able to convey and diminish Pope’s as a writer. Still, his satirical verses with The Dunciad challenges notions that would prevent such lucrative styles of writing like Alexander Pope’s to flourish simply because of their humoristic physical aspects.  Pope is and will continue to be able to convey that the notion of the diminishment of individuals for their physical attributes is simply laughable, to say the least. 

– Stephen Muñoz

Scraping Through the Enigma of Gulliver’s Travels

For as preposterous Gulliver’s imagination of the outside world can be, there’s no denying that the enigma of such creation is admirable, to say the least. Perfecting a world of your own is no easy task, but through the findings and understanding of the unknown, we can conceptualize the moralization of what Gulliver wanted for a better world. Its dialogue further coincides with the expectation of what Gulliver wants for the real world governmental stanza but is left relentless to be implementing such ideologies towards Lilliput.

“He said, he knew no Reason, why those who entertain Opinions prejudicial to the Publick, should be obliged to change, or should not be obliged to conceal them. And, as it was Tyranny in any Government to require the first, so it was a Weakness not to enforce the second.” (Part II, Chapter VI)

To my understanding its belief is further exemplified towards the King is one that Swift is writing is his own voice on behalf of Gulliver. For Swift, he is Gulliver in the real world. Expressing elsewhere throughout the novel there are relations towards the analysis of an outside world with Mary Rowaldson’s lifetime when being captured. Though we understand the psychological approach both authors have for a better society in the real world, there’s denying that Swift has the ability to express it within his own belief more openly that Rowaldson. At the end of the day, most people would agree that the tale of Gulliver’s Travels is a simple tale to be told towards children rather than to be analyzed for a more influential governmental system in the future.

– Stephen Muñoz

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Humanistic or Sympathetic Compassion?

For as most as wanted to agree with most of my peers, it was very difficult to fluently feel guilt to what occurred to Mary Rowlandson and her loved ones. It may seem barbaric to be able to give the benefit of the doubt to those that caused such wreck in their lives, but it’s something I can’t simply deny that she had it coming. There’s a saying that lives on to this day; a dog that barks doesn’t bite. For more I want to feel compassion for Mary Rowlandson, I can’t. She was a colonist that knew her power stance amongst the natives and it came countering her back amongst her family as well for it.

Similar to us, the natives too felt compassion for Rowlandson and maintained her health and well-being in check before encountering King Phillip. She still felt the sensation of threat, but the natives were quick to reassure her to never worry for that would never occur. She expresses her gratitude as it, “was more worth than many bushels at another time”. This contradicts the notion that she pursued throughout her work, that native only inflicted pain and violence to those unknown, but that was never true. Perhaps Rowlandson restrained herself from including more details in order to protect her Puritan chastity, but it’s probably for the best that we restrain ourselves to be more lenient with her character against the Algonquian people. As similar as my peer, I would agree to incline that Mary Rowlandson eventually developed compassion towards her captors.

BUT!

For as more I cannot feel compassion for her wrongdoings, there was one of my classmates that was able to compel to me that he too did not feel compassion for her whatsoever, but realized it was simply because he and I both knew her mischiefs beforehand in comparison to the natives. Today, in the 21st century, we students are more familiarized with her personal background than the Algonquian people ever will. And I had an epiphany because of we, as students are more knowledgeable of Rowlandson today in contrast to people back then, we can’t sympathize with her, but we could feel compassion for Mary Rowlandson in a more Humanistic approach. Never would we want to see anyone is harmed in such a matter that she endured. Being held captive for weeks on end, the torture of her family and the death of her baby; makes us be more endearing towards her. Humanistically, we sympathize for her.

– Stephen Muñoz

The Social Equilibrium, Never Set in The Indian Emperor

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From any angle that we tried to see it, John Dryden’s, The India Emperor was a satirical overview of what society tended to be during his time. Yet, we see such blasphemy to this day with gender inequality within most countries of the world, especially in the United States amongst others. To many, this was considered to be the defining work in the sub-genre of heroic drama, but there was merely any joyful scenario to even categorize it as such. We undergo through the conflict of love and honor, and the Emperor of Mexico Montezuma was the primary character to influence with such beliefs that love is much more important than whatever status he has in place;

“But of my crown thou too much care dost take;  

That which I value more, my love’s at stake.”

To contrast this, Cortez, the Spanish General, takes the complete opposite route and turns back on his love for the obedience of his king, more than willingly knowing that the order commanded to him were flawed. A power whore? Yes, but that’s something that subliminally Dryden tries to convey to the reader; no such power can overlap a strong bond of love. Unfortunately for Montezuma, he never ended with a happy conclusion, as his suicide was the end of all that’s pure in love when overseeing power amongst others.

“Already mine is past: O powers divine,

Take my last thanks: no longer I repine;

I might have lived my own mishap to mourn,

While some would pity me, but more would scorn!

For pity only on fresh objects stays,

But with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Still less and less my boiling spirits flow;

And I grow stiff, as cooling metals do.

Farewell, Almeria.”

Dryden excellently portrays Cortez as deviously high-minded and magnanimous, to show what sort of influence the Spaniards are as oppressive and cruel to never establish social equilibrium amongst all people. In today’s time, we emphasize the notion of current feminist movements and insinuates that patriarchal norms that we challenge in today’s’ society aren’t equal as we set to foresee them. Men and Women are never treated equally, even to this day, we will always have something that would stray us more apart than bring us close together.

– Stephen Muñoz