About Me
- Austin G. Woodruff
- Austin Woodruff is currently a Senior at William Mason High School, a student in Ms. Wilson's AP Literature and Composition class. Last year, he finished his first anthology of poetry entitled "Djipte en Dreambyld," a refutation of Nihilism. An autodidactic polyglot, Austin is passionate about central and northern Germanic languages and speaks one language short of an octet. At Mason, he is Secretary of the Academic Team, Vice President of the German National Honors Society, and center Drum Major of the Nationally-ranked William Mason High School Marching Band. When Austin isn't conducting the marching band, he is a dedicated oboist and has a repertoire overflowing with Bach and the Baroque. In his free time, Austin is a communications volunteer at the Mason Food Pantry, working towards in-kind support and community outreach.
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Blog Post #20: Ophelia Instagram Selfie
Although Ophelia's flaws are not quite as obvious as those of Claudius, Gertrude, Hamlet, and other, larger characters in Hamlet, but that doesn't change the significance of her inevitable weakness. As a young woman, Ophelia has little power over her own choices and succumbs very easily to the advice of her brother, Laertes, but more importantly, to the advice - or command, rather - of her father, Polonius. In the play, Polonius explains to Ophelia while discussing Hamlet, "and with a larger tedder may he walk than may be given you," (1.3.125-126) He is quite literally telling Ophelia that she does not have as much freedom in folly or otherwise as Hamlet does - this is reminiscent of Polonius' "locking up" Ophelia and binding her to his word as her father . This notion of Ophelia's dependence upon her father is seen in many areas, but most notably regarding her interactions with Hamlet;after Polonius commands Ophelia to keep a romantic distance between herself and Hamlet, she reports to him, "No, my good lord. But as you did command I did repel his fetters and denied His access to me." (2.1.108-110) Ophelia respects her fathers word, but her flaw in this weakness is that she has grown so accustomed to his dictating her life that she does not understand how to manage her own life without him. In essence, everything she does is a call to his attention both before and after his death - the nature of this "attention," however, changes. The "Ophelia Instagram Post" above reflects these notions; both the image and her response to Laertes' reassuring comment are very "needy" - they call for attention and for support. Of course, Polonius had to make an appearance on the Gram, where he establishes his control over her and commands her to leave behind her worries and self-doubt.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Blog Post # 19: Hamlet Act Four Assignment
Analysis of Literary Criticism: "Shakespeare and Bedlam":
Hamlet Responding to Criticism:
Without second thought I've aimed thus far to "move [my] mad [self] to centre-stage," as Grace Tiffany suggests, but it is not as if I have foregone my sanity in the hopes of putting on "an antic disposition," (1.5.192). I may seek my incestuous mother's and uncle's attention but that doesn't change my desire "that this too too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew." (1.2.133-136). Am I not what I am? No doubt am I an actor - a man of my own mode - but this can never change that way in which I have so deeply been hurt by the very incidences which have my father reduced to a pitiful ghost. For am I not the very reflection of my own actions? In this place of madness, in this Bedlam, there are man "people for whom the distinction between role and player no longer exist," (Tiffany). While I know in myself it to be true that I cannot lie to my own reflection, perhaps it is out of my control, perhaps I have no power over the "strange or odd some'er I bear myself," and the spilling of my own sanity into a pool of my own verse and mockery (1.5.190). I know myself not to be mad, or perhaps this knowing is merely a product of my own madness, my pretend-madness. If in pretending I have brought myself past of point of salvation and up unto the intersection of reality and feigned misconstuations of the real world, then am I worth of the halls of Bedlam? My own mother has said to me "Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience," but I know in myself that my father's ghost is no product of my antic disposition, rather, it is a reflection of the incestuous horrors that have been committed among my own kind (3.4.18). Although, if these notions of fact I hold myself to be true are mere product of my rationalization, perhaps I do, in fact, deserve to be in a place "designed with the intent to cure mad folk." (Tiffany). Such a location seems to me so dim and dismal, but what in my own house is different than Bedlam - friend and foe come here to help and to mock me, to seek me out and to push me away, perhaps for entertainment, perhaps for study, perhaps for their own dispositions, perhaps for their own dispositions, perhaps for their own dispositions.
Hamlet Responding to Criticism:
Without second thought I've aimed thus far to "move [my] mad [self] to centre-stage," as Grace Tiffany suggests, but it is not as if I have foregone my sanity in the hopes of putting on "an antic disposition," (1.5.192). I may seek my incestuous mother's and uncle's attention but that doesn't change my desire "that this too too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew." (1.2.133-136). Am I not what I am? No doubt am I an actor - a man of my own mode - but this can never change that way in which I have so deeply been hurt by the very incidences which have my father reduced to a pitiful ghost. For am I not the very reflection of my own actions? In this place of madness, in this Bedlam, there are man "people for whom the distinction between role and player no longer exist," (Tiffany). While I know in myself it to be true that I cannot lie to my own reflection, perhaps it is out of my control, perhaps I have no power over the "strange or odd some'er I bear myself," and the spilling of my own sanity into a pool of my own verse and mockery (1.5.190). I know myself not to be mad, or perhaps this knowing is merely a product of my own madness, my pretend-madness. If in pretending I have brought myself past of point of salvation and up unto the intersection of reality and feigned misconstuations of the real world, then am I worth of the halls of Bedlam? My own mother has said to me "Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience," but I know in myself that my father's ghost is no product of my antic disposition, rather, it is a reflection of the incestuous horrors that have been committed among my own kind (3.4.18). Although, if these notions of fact I hold myself to be true are mere product of my rationalization, perhaps I do, in fact, deserve to be in a place "designed with the intent to cure mad folk." (Tiffany). Such a location seems to me so dim and dismal, but what in my own house is different than Bedlam - friend and foe come here to help and to mock me, to seek me out and to push me away, perhaps for entertainment, perhaps for study, perhaps for their own dispositions, perhaps for their own dispositions, perhaps for their own dispositions.
As little as I may know about my own mind, my own sanity, I can take comfort in knowing that the "Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds," that surround me are not a product of my own madness (4.5.2). Perhaps, though, my own dangerous conjectures pose more of a threat to me than these externalities combined.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Blog Post #18: Hamlet Act Three Assignment: "To be or not to be,"
Directed by Kenneth Branagh:
After thoroughly analyzing Hamlet's Soliloquy in Act Three, Scene One, it is clear that, of the Branagh, Hawke, and Olivier renditions, the Kenneth Branagh direction of Hamlet best connects mis en scene to the words of Shakespeare. While one could argue that the Olivier direction offered a clearer visualization of the shifts in Hamlets soliloquy and that the Hawke direction offered a clever background that delivered messages alongside the speech, it is, without a doubt, that the Branagh direction most clearly toy with the imperative, eternal, philosophical question "to be or not to be," (3.1.55). Simple, yet loud in its reservedness, the camera focuses over Hamlet's shoulder as he speaks to himself in a mirror - immediately, the mis en scene adds information to the scene: it is clear that Hamlet is, quite literally now, too, reflecting upon himself and his own character. In the first two thirds of the soliloquy, Hamlet's head and shoulder remain in the camera shot as he speaks to the man in the mirror - presumably himself - and that is important because it identifies the presence of "more than one Hamlet." While Hamlet continues to scheme against Gertrude and Claudius, there is an evident divide between the man, Hamlet, and the character, Hamlet. In question whether "whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer or to take arms against a sea of troubles," Hamlet takes action to undermine those who have betrayed him, but his character continues to follow a path of mental decay. The only problem? In some regards, Hamlet has lost his footing, in a sense, and has trouble now distinguishing who he is and what he wants - the freedom from the plight of life in death, or the freedom for the unknown of death in life. Branagh amazingly incorporated this nuanced notion into his direction of the scene; as Hamlet begins to reveal to himself that he is losing his ability to act, Branagh removes the silhouette from the camera shot and obscures what the viewer is seeing. Is it Hamlet face-on? Is it Hamlet in a mirror? Is it Hamlet through a mirror? This ambiguity in the direction adds to the complex nature of the major theme in the soliloquy - while hamlet asks if it is to be or not to be, there is no answer and the only answer that could truly be given is both and neither. Finally, in this moment truly being an interaction between Hamlet and himself, Branagh creates a brilliant suggestion in his mis en scene choices; who are we more comfortable with than ourselves, but the director does not progress into extreme close-up. rather leave the camera at a slightly more distanced position. This establishes a distance between Hamlet and himself, as if he does not, at this point, even completely know himself.
Following Branagh's direction, Laurence Olivier would be next in line. As mentioned above, the slow panning in matched by sudden jolts back clearly identify shifts in the soliloquy, but the placement of Hamlet on a cliff-side establishes a false sense of resolution from within Hamlet. Although it does establish notions of his isolation ,Olivier does not imply Hamlet's isolation from himself which is central to his argument and his circular train of thought. Ethan Hawke's direction would likely come next in the line-up; while the mis en scene may be a little bit obvious for some viewers, Hawke makes some important decisions regarding what lay in the background. As Hamlet walks through a Blockbuster Video Store, he stays in the "actions" sections while action movies play in the background. In his own antic disposition, Hamlet builds up and searches for drama to implore social change, and what more than an "action" movie to display there elements of acting and drama that are so pivotal to Hamlet's character. While all three renditions were outstanding, this order reflects the significance each has in adding depth and complexity to the written word of Shakespeare.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Blog Post #17: Hamlet Act 2 Assignment
Hamlet on Mr. and Mrs. Smith
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C1miwFdQOQ
The movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith - deals with the central issue of trust, but this notion is redefined for the context of a married couple made up of two world class assassins.How can we fully trust someone? If we’re living life as a play, we would like our record read nothing so that we can live in impromptu appropriateness and truly in the moment - honesty aside.
Hamlet [reflecting upon the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith]: What is it that has, for so long, kept me from finding one whom I can trust - trust more than anyone else in the world - trust more than myself in times of disposition? Clearly these two lovers have yet to find a similar comfort and, after so long, have yet to understand what it is that drives them so far apart. The Smith’s have, for their entire marriage, known nothing of each other - rather, in knowing seemingly everything they are bound to know nothing in that, by nature, their marriage has been all but a show. Temptations results from the “taints of liberty,” but loneliness can’t be solved with relations so deep - like John Smith said, “I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” (2.1.36). My own mother and uncle have betrayed me so it seem blood has little value when it comes to trust, but I fear that my incestuous mother, like the Smiths, does not know who she is going to bed next to every night.
While Mr. and Mrs. Smith each let the other “ply his music,” this unknowingly admits that the two are in full understanding that there is information that they don’t know (2.1.81). What hypocrisy exists between a man’s expectations and his actions - I, a man of the stage and a man of mapped behavior and words, cannot allow myself to bestow the greatest of admiration in someone if I am not pure of heart enough to expect the same honesty that I provide. Although there is such a distance between the Smiths, the multi-faced nature of John Smith’s life is perfectly suited that “there is none living to whom he more adheres,” than Jane, his wife (2.2.20-21). So in this, should I expect to marry someone my equal - someone as blind to the horrors surrounding them yet so driven to meet a certain agenda? I can hardly imagine marrying my own mother, so this hardly will do. Like this wretched state to which I am bound, “there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so,” and perhaps a happy marriage is simple, is immediate, is fleeting; if I think it good, so be it, but If i think it tarnished, there must be a polish at hand (2.2.268-270). The Smiths find a marriage counselor - and a few hundred bullets - to serve as this polish, but here in the rotten state of Denmark, that which is not glimmering is even further tarnished, and I cannot see myself with a woman, be it Ophelia, and being satisfied with keeping myself from her. I may think, as my father very well had, that the act is up once I’m married, but as was said in Doug Liman’s film, “Happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet;” hopefully this means for me that my inevitable struggles to overcome character removal are at least indicative of formerly happy times - but lo! Where are these? The daughter of “old Jephthah,” is a mocking wreck of my own lineage, but contrary to what I’ve told Polonius, I want to carry this out as best I can without “blowing my cover.” (2.2.444)
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Blog Post #16: Hamlet Act One Social Media Assignment
Hamlet discussing his communication with his Father:
What horror, what alarm; the very pith and marrow of a goblin is my own father. He brings with him “airs from heaven or blasts from hell,” and I, bound to listen, hear this ghost's tale of horror, his tale of murder (1.4.45-46). At the hands of Claudius my father, King Hamlet, had fallen and now I am drawn, I am bound to avenge his “foul and most unnatural murder… [a] murder most foul.” (1.5.31-33). “The serpent that did sting [my] father’s life now wears his crown,” and I, in my distracted, worried mind, must hold onto these images, these memories, and these words of my fallen father to avenge the incestuous horrors and crimes that now plague my kin (1.5.46-47).
Oh mother! Why must the the lust for power so plague you to live in shadow and judgement of the Lord. For Claudius has made his pact clear and stands his ground - an offender to nature and to our kind. For if this is an “honest ghost,” which I know to be true, all that now surrounds us is lost to the arrant matin of the Danes (1.5.154). “Upon my sword,” I as truepenny, the unnatural, foul sins and curses against my father shall be chastened and Claudius will see a light apt to his own crimes (1.5.165).
Tweets:
“... air from heaven or blasts from hell.” (1.4.45-46)
The winds of a ghost come not from east or west, rather from sky or earth.
“... foul and unnatural murder… [A] murder most foul.” (1.5.31-33)
Murder she wrote - a murder most foul. Jessica Fletcher clearly hasn't been to Denmark.
“The serpent that did sting [my] father’s life now wears his crown,” (1.5.46-47)
From the Garden of Eden to the courts of Elsinore - temptation has followed man since the first of our tainted kind.
“Honest ghost,” (1.5.154)
Honest hearts produce honest actions; honest ghosts produce honest horror.
“Upon my sword.” (1.5.165)
As a smile is the sword of beauty, my word is the sword of sound and determined character.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Blog Post #15: Fishbowl Discussions: Comments and Feedback
Friday: Group #2 (Responding to Grace Huang [http://huanggraceapenglish2015.blogspot.com]): The extent to which people can create or recreate themselves—is identity the result of free choice or is it
something determined by factors out of our control (such as race, gender, or ethnicity)?
Hi Grace! I have to say, your contributions to the fishbowl discussion - and, naturally, your dumplings - were extremely impressive. I didn't get a chance to ask you about them, but I believe that I noticed the distinct mark of ginger in the dumplings, which, as someone extremely uneducated on Chinese cuisine, was something that I had not experienced before. To put it briefly, the "jaiozi" were amazing; but, sitting there during the fishbowl discussion and trying your dish alongside everyone else in the class really reinforced notions you brought up regarding the connections we make in preparing and eating food. Cooking and eating really are, as you put it, "place[s] where friends join together in a common pursuit..." Whether that is pursuit is eating, preparing food, relaxing, preparing to exercise, or snacking during a discussion on Their Eyes Were Watching God, there is an innate sense of togetherness that results from embracing food and embracing those with whom you embrace food. If I were to give one piece of constructive criticism - trust me, it is hard to find - I would say that when you find the discussion reaching an "awkward silence," don't be afraid to stir the pot and throw in a new point of discussion; it very well could be far off from what you were previously discussing and it may not necessarily be strictly "on point," but that is sort of the beauty of these fishbowl discussions - they are what you make of them. Again, amazing memoir, amazing discussion, amazing food.
Monday: Group #3 (Responding to Blake Nissen [http://nissenblakeapenglish2015.blogspot.com]): How power or voice (or lack of power or lack of voice) leads to the representation (or misrepresentation) of certain groups—within communities, societies, the world, etc. Various ways people use and/or abuse power—some for basic survival and others for lives of excess.
Blake, I don't understand how - possibly the craze of eating so much at once - but I didn't get a chance to try your Parmesan Risotto; after hearing about its rustic and warm appeal in your food memoir, this is something that I regret. You so perfectly hit the nail in the head with your title, "Food Doesn't Discriminate," and I completely understand the notions of being out of place or lost in your elements that you discussed. Your presence in the Fishbowl Discussion was also executed very well - in many instances you seemed to lead the discussion and take conversation down a new avenue if things started to turn a little dry. what I liked most about what you said in the discussion on the comparative "power" behind beauty and voice - specifically in Their Eyes Were Watching God. You argued that the importance of beauty over voice depends on which part of the book you are discussing; this was a very keen observation and I completely agree with you, there is a marked complexity in following Janie's growth and seeing the reliance upon beauty in her representation of a woman or of an African American lose prominence to her voice as she finds it throughout the novel. If I were to offer once piece of advice, I would suggest using more concrete examples and evidence in your discussion; you did not have weak ethos, but in these discussion situations, it is important to validate what you say and provide support for your interpretations. Very well done.
Tuesday: Group #4 (Responding to Riddhi Chopra [http://choprariddhiapenglish2015.blogspot.com]): Divisions, conflicts, and multiple forces within the self.
Riddhi, I thoroughly enjoyed your presentation and the Kheer you brought in for us to try. on your poster - very well designed, by the way - I especially liked your tweet, including the #badgirl; reading that, I can't help but imagine the MIA song "Bad Girls Do It Well" playing in the background as a young girl sneaks into the kitchen for the tempting opportunity to "sweeten [her] mouth." Your presence in the fishbowl discussion was equally impressive - I actually began the discussion taking notes on another speaker, but you were making so many thorough points that I started tracking you more than I was him. You first caught my attention when you discussed the value of the transitions in Janie's life; I had never necessarily thought about the points in her life in that context before, and doing so really allowed me to see many unique elements of her growth that I had not noticed. As readers, we often overvalue the obvious - in this case, Janie's three distinct relationships. You very clearly highlighted the importance of looking at the transitions between these relationships - times when Janie was alone - and used that new contextual lens to analyse Janie in a whole new light. From the Kheer to the Fishbowl, you performed amazingly well in these projects.
Thursday: Group #5 (Responding to Alex Chung [http://chungalexanderenglishliterature2015.blogspot.com]): The role of performance in everyday life, particularly in the sense of taking on certain roles or disguising true personalities in order to assimilate to mainstream society.
I have to say, your food memoir was one of my favorites in the class. I know that I mention this when I edited your memoir, but your voice is so clear and so unique through the writing that it is almost like a small glimpse into the mind of Alex Chung - a nerd, loud and proud. I also have to say that, although not for the same reasons, I am most definitely a nerd too, and I think to a certain degree we are all nerds in some way or another. I did try the triple-Brewer coffee that you brought in, and even though I'm not a "coffee person," I most definitely understand why it can be addicting for some people. But, as you said, food, including coffee, can bring people together - whether it is scientists in a lab or a family or a class of AP Literature nerds, there is an innate sense of "communion," as Foster puts it, in eating and sharing food. Not only was your memoir excellent, your participation in the Fishbowl Discussion was top-notch as well. I tracked you in the discussion, so you already have my comments, but to be brief, I was very impressed by your bringing up the Great Gatsby and the notion of the "unreliable narrator." That really was taking source synthesization to a whole new level. Very well done in both the memoir and the Fishbowl discussion.
Hi Grace! I have to say, your contributions to the fishbowl discussion - and, naturally, your dumplings - were extremely impressive. I didn't get a chance to ask you about them, but I believe that I noticed the distinct mark of ginger in the dumplings, which, as someone extremely uneducated on Chinese cuisine, was something that I had not experienced before. To put it briefly, the "jaiozi" were amazing; but, sitting there during the fishbowl discussion and trying your dish alongside everyone else in the class really reinforced notions you brought up regarding the connections we make in preparing and eating food. Cooking and eating really are, as you put it, "place[s] where friends join together in a common pursuit..." Whether that is pursuit is eating, preparing food, relaxing, preparing to exercise, or snacking during a discussion on Their Eyes Were Watching God, there is an innate sense of togetherness that results from embracing food and embracing those with whom you embrace food. If I were to give one piece of constructive criticism - trust me, it is hard to find - I would say that when you find the discussion reaching an "awkward silence," don't be afraid to stir the pot and throw in a new point of discussion; it very well could be far off from what you were previously discussing and it may not necessarily be strictly "on point," but that is sort of the beauty of these fishbowl discussions - they are what you make of them. Again, amazing memoir, amazing discussion, amazing food.
Monday: Group #3 (Responding to Blake Nissen [http://nissenblakeapenglish2015.blogspot.com]): How power or voice (or lack of power or lack of voice) leads to the representation (or misrepresentation) of certain groups—within communities, societies, the world, etc. Various ways people use and/or abuse power—some for basic survival and others for lives of excess.
Blake, I don't understand how - possibly the craze of eating so much at once - but I didn't get a chance to try your Parmesan Risotto; after hearing about its rustic and warm appeal in your food memoir, this is something that I regret. You so perfectly hit the nail in the head with your title, "Food Doesn't Discriminate," and I completely understand the notions of being out of place or lost in your elements that you discussed. Your presence in the Fishbowl Discussion was also executed very well - in many instances you seemed to lead the discussion and take conversation down a new avenue if things started to turn a little dry. what I liked most about what you said in the discussion on the comparative "power" behind beauty and voice - specifically in Their Eyes Were Watching God. You argued that the importance of beauty over voice depends on which part of the book you are discussing; this was a very keen observation and I completely agree with you, there is a marked complexity in following Janie's growth and seeing the reliance upon beauty in her representation of a woman or of an African American lose prominence to her voice as she finds it throughout the novel. If I were to offer once piece of advice, I would suggest using more concrete examples and evidence in your discussion; you did not have weak ethos, but in these discussion situations, it is important to validate what you say and provide support for your interpretations. Very well done.
Tuesday: Group #4 (Responding to Riddhi Chopra [http://choprariddhiapenglish2015.blogspot.com]): Divisions, conflicts, and multiple forces within the self.
Riddhi, I thoroughly enjoyed your presentation and the Kheer you brought in for us to try. on your poster - very well designed, by the way - I especially liked your tweet, including the #badgirl; reading that, I can't help but imagine the MIA song "Bad Girls Do It Well" playing in the background as a young girl sneaks into the kitchen for the tempting opportunity to "sweeten [her] mouth." Your presence in the fishbowl discussion was equally impressive - I actually began the discussion taking notes on another speaker, but you were making so many thorough points that I started tracking you more than I was him. You first caught my attention when you discussed the value of the transitions in Janie's life; I had never necessarily thought about the points in her life in that context before, and doing so really allowed me to see many unique elements of her growth that I had not noticed. As readers, we often overvalue the obvious - in this case, Janie's three distinct relationships. You very clearly highlighted the importance of looking at the transitions between these relationships - times when Janie was alone - and used that new contextual lens to analyse Janie in a whole new light. From the Kheer to the Fishbowl, you performed amazingly well in these projects.
Thursday: Group #5 (Responding to Alex Chung [http://chungalexanderenglishliterature2015.blogspot.com]): The role of performance in everyday life, particularly in the sense of taking on certain roles or disguising true personalities in order to assimilate to mainstream society.
I have to say, your food memoir was one of my favorites in the class. I know that I mention this when I edited your memoir, but your voice is so clear and so unique through the writing that it is almost like a small glimpse into the mind of Alex Chung - a nerd, loud and proud. I also have to say that, although not for the same reasons, I am most definitely a nerd too, and I think to a certain degree we are all nerds in some way or another. I did try the triple-Brewer coffee that you brought in, and even though I'm not a "coffee person," I most definitely understand why it can be addicting for some people. But, as you said, food, including coffee, can bring people together - whether it is scientists in a lab or a family or a class of AP Literature nerds, there is an innate sense of "communion," as Foster puts it, in eating and sharing food. Not only was your memoir excellent, your participation in the Fishbowl Discussion was top-notch as well. I tracked you in the discussion, so you already have my comments, but to be brief, I was very impressed by your bringing up the Great Gatsby and the notion of the "unreliable narrator." That really was taking source synthesization to a whole new level. Very well done in both the memoir and the Fishbowl discussion.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Blog Post #14: Fish Bowl Presentations: Food Memoir and Discussion Menu
Fish Bowl "The Fish Hopper" Discussion Menu:
Food Memoir Material:
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