Barnaby's English Journal

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Shakespeare shows the theme instability and insanity while presenting Macbeth. He does this by using the metaphorical device ‘O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! The connotations of scorpions are dangerous, poisonous and lethal, by saying his mind is full of these things he describes his own mind as poisoned and damaged which will lead him into making fatal actions. Macbeth’s brain is ‘full’ of poison which leads to the question of who diseased it in the first place? I think that Shakespeare’s authorial intention was to show that LM had been the one to disrupt Macbeth into doing what he had to do to become King.

~Act 3 scene 2

The intentions for doing the letter ‘B’ for Banquo was that we (Blert and I) thought that Banquo had been missed out for a lot of our discussions and analysis on Banquo and he has a lot of extremely important quotes. We decorated one side of the ‘B’ quite royal- showing the side at which he was friends with Macbeth, he Banquotes ‘King, Cawdor, Glamis, all’ showing what he thinks have started to become of Macbeth- power hungry and greedy. The other side has some other quotes and descriptive words about Banquo, a deeper feeling behind him (the subtle ‘It will be rain tonight’).

Shakespeare controls our impressions of Lady Macbeth by making her have shorter, sentences that interrupt Macbeth. “LADY MACBETH

Haiti speech

Haiti. We’re an island. A Caribbean luxury exploding with opportunities and people willing to achieve. Taken down a manic path from the catastrophic earthquake and plague of natural disasters that disrupted the usual smooth flowing nature of our land. The magnitude 7.0 earthquake was soon to be known for a downhill run for our country, yet we have held up to achieve the best our nation can. With the help from other countries we are sailing forward and building up our nation to become a powerful ally to other countries.

As Haiti, we offer a radiant landscape, home to a lush diversity of inhabitants who have sighted the shimmering opportunities of our country. The Train that has pushed through hard weather, wreckage and desolation is coming to its next stop again. A marker point at which we can start to develop, upwards, outward to form a sustainable worldwide community that will eradicate the problems that once faced us. Help us take these Development goals into the future and carry on improving. We have made significant progress towards our MDGs. Distinct progress made in the areas of education, gender equality, the fight against HIV AIDS, allowing Haiti to get closer to them.

Here’s the story of Pierre. Like most Haitians, Mathias Pierre grew up profoundly poor, without electricity or running water. Today, he’s a millionaire who runs a computer business. The people of Haiti may not start with much but they can achieve higher than expected. We would like this opportunity to be for every one of our citizens to have a better standard of living and greater prospects.

Plan:
logline- irony plot character setting problem
first para- about the creator and director

<story>
second para- own opinion style and first thoughts
third para and fourth para- details of why is good and bad review of budget
verdict- why was good what could have done better conclusion
rating- *’s

Plot

While on a journey to a new future in Canada Piscine Patel (Pi), is thrown into the ocean by a terrific Storm -an only survivor-  accompanied only by the animals from his zoo. A test of his own faith is presented as he is faced to drift endlessly on a small lifeboat ,with a vicious tiger to survive their journey to land.

 Review

The Novel of Yann Martin was supposedly a book that would be unrealistic to film, a book where the restraints of the real world would barge in. Yet Director Ang Lee has taken this into consideration- challenged the idea and made this into a major film production. It has taken a long while to develop: right back from 2003 up until the moment they started the filming and complicated animating process. This film is  a major accomplishment for the advance of technology in film, making the ‘unfilmable’ film able.

The story starts in Canada where a man is telling his extraordinary tale of survival. ‘Pi’ Patel and his family have set out for a new future in Canada- from Pondicherry, India and encounter a disastrous storm that sinks their ship. As a result of their previous business of owning a zoo, the boat is packed with different kinds of animals; some of which wound their way up onto the boat that Pi Patel tried to survive on. The rest of the story tells his relationship with a Bengal tiger, God and how he manages to get back to Canada.

The film itself is picturesque and stunning in terms of filming. The deep religious ideas put into the film from the original book make this quiet film have more meaning that just a survival story. The centre around belief in the story makes for an emotional and touching end result; yet instead of pointing you in a particular direction this film opens up one single path for religion and does not push for one. This makes what could be told as a usual religious story promoting a certain religion false.

The overall looks and acting in the film is unbelievable with the production of the tiger a major step forward for the technology that leaves the watcher thinking ‘How on earth did they achieve that?’ The budget has all developed all the amazing scenes so that there is not one scene that is made up of a few money shots. The whole performance is outstanding.

Verdict

The production of this master composition of film making and animating makes this a stunning and beautiful film.

☆☆☆☆☆ 5/5

‘All the time in the world to get it done.’The account of my previous thoughts drifted through my mind. All the time in the world- and now none. Just the measly 3 and a half minutes till judgement, the time that would decide my ability as a man. The unfairness of the situation, a mere teenager, fourteen and one month, and twenty four days of age. No this could not be true- surely there was a rule against this, child cruelty- anything that could get the poor soul that was me out of this. Yet no. Nothing sprung to mind, nothing in anyway useful. Wait, now only 2 minutes. Think brain think!

I am back three hours sitting in a pastel blue painted room- messy at first sight, but in my mind an organised room. An organised room of junk overflowing like beans spilling out of a bag. A little sleep would do, I thought, not knowing the trap that I was blindly falling into; the endless abyss of… nothing. The clouds floating around cushioned the fall taking my weight and lowering me gently to the ground of my imagination that was now the real world. The vain attempts to push up through the layers of drowsiness collapsed, buildings springing up out of the ground alongside the golden hills that turned into mountains that bordered the land. Things passed, grew and evolved from scene to scene in front of my very eyes- shapes morphing from tree to cave to cloud. Then the feeling of continuously falling jolted my body and after the small spasm sat up. And there I was with only a few minutes to go.

The only decision- to face the wrath of Mr North. Whether or not I would be able to get my way out of him finding out that I had not done the final assesment was a near guaranteed zero. The next minutes rushed by as I sprinted out of the house and towards my school, a greyhound set loose on the general public, racing towards my destination. First period and already I was feeling the tension as I entered the room, others’ faces a reflection of my own anxiety and nervousness…

The text:

All that year the animals worked like slaves. But they were happy in their
work; they grudged no effort or sacrifice, well aware that everything that
they did was for the benefit of themselves and those of their kind who
would come after them, and not for a pack of idle, thieving human beings.

Throughout the spring and summer they worked a sixty-hour week, and in
August Napoleon announced that there would be work on Sunday afternoons
as well. This work was strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented
himself from it would have his rations reduced by half. Even so, it was
found necessary to leave certain tasks undone. The harvest was a little
less successful than in the previous year, and two fields which should
have been sown with roots in the early summer were not sown because the
ploughing had not been completed early enough. It was possible to foresee
that the coming winter would be a hard one.

The windmill presented unexpected difficulties. There was a good quarry of
limestone on the farm, and plenty of sand and cement had been found in one
of the outhouses, so that all the materials for building were at hand. But
the problem the animals could not at first solve was how to break up the
stone into pieces of suitable size. There seemed no way of doing this
except with picks and crowbars, which no animal could use, because no
animal could stand on his hind legs. Only after weeks of vain effort did
the right idea occur to somebody-namely, to utilise the force of gravity.
Huge boulders, far too big to be used as they were, were lying all over
the bed of the quarry. The animals lashed ropes round these, and then all
together, cows, horses, sheep, any animal that could lay hold of the
rope–even the pigs sometimes joined in at critical moments–they dragged
them with desperate slowness up the slope to the top of the quarry, where
they were toppled over the edge, to shatter to pieces below. Transporting
the stone when it was once broken was comparatively simple. The horses
carried it off in cart-loads, the sheep dragged single blocks, even Muriel
and Benjamin yoked themselves into an old governess-cart and did their
share. By late summer a sufficient store of stone had accumulated, and
then the building began, under the superintendence of the pigs.

My version:

First person, writing in the style of an animal, the animal that I have
chosen to write in the style of is a sheep, because they are loyal to
Napoleon and I wondered how it would feel like to them, as the usual
story reflects a negative attitude towards Napoleon, and there is a
dramatic irony that you know what they are up to; but in this text you
don’t- anyway here it is:

Throughout the year we worked, like slaves, on shorter supplies than usual;
yet with brighter spirits than one would have had around Jones’ time as we
knew who ran the farm. Each extra effort of hard work put into the year
did not feel as if it were going to waste, but going towards our survival
and the building of the windmill. Or at least that was what I thought it
should have felt, yet all of my fellow comrades felt as if the food that
we were getting was not sufficient enough to get us through the year. Yet
it must have been for Napoleon’s help and planning made sure that we would
finish our work; and a least it was better than it was with Jones in charge.

Working hard was already taking its toll on me, a long week, which at the
end announced a voluntary Sunday afternoon working day. This was all too
much for me. As much as I enjoyed contributing to the windmill, too much
was too much. The really hard workers such as Boxer persisted to
carry out the Sunday work without hesitation. Unfortunately those who did
not carry out the ‘Voluntary’ task would have their rations shortened to
half, so it looked like that was what I would have to do, work. We could
all tell that this winter was going to be rough. Cold. With a lot still
too have done in the year, we were not entirely finished; the harvest not
complete, with two fields not sown with the roots that they were meant to
have. Now my comrades and I would have to settle down for the winter which
was possible to foresee as a hard one.

Our work on the windmill was extremely hard, as the fact that we could not
stand on our hind legs meant that one could not simply carry the stone up from
the quarry to where the windmill was being built. This meant that a task
that should have been easy -as we had the resources on site- was made into
a hard task that took us longer than it would have otherwise. Yet our brainy
pigs thought up a solution to this, we took out a cart and helped Muriel and
Benjamin into a cart and with the rest of the animals straining to pull the
boulders that we had harnessed with ropes, up to the top of the hill. Here
the clever part that had been thought of was to let the boulders fall and
smash into hand sized pieces that would be easily carried to the windmill
site. This was a laborious task, yet it meant following the rules of animalism
-‘No animal shall walk on its hind legs’
so everyone felt that what we had done was contributing and in a way that
would not break rules. Especially from the help and ‘supporting’ eyes of the
dogs and pigs, observing the work in progress.

In all of the critical moments, I would be struggling to haul a great chunk
of rock up the last steep part of the climb up to the top, with other cows
and sheep helping, where we would find ourselves slipping. There to help us
through the panic and madness Boxer would persistently push until we would
be clear of the hill. Boxer’s courageous effort lightened my spirits to
remember how hardworking animals are compared, and how superior we were
to humans. And I carried on our Sunday tasks, for the extra rations, until
late summer, when everyone collectively had accumulated a sufficient amount
of stone.

Squealer/Napoleon does a really good job of presenting the idea of no problems on animal farm to the other pigs. He uses language devices and persuasive language to do so.
“Surely comrades you wouldn’t want Jones to return?”
Squealer uses many rhetorical questions to refer back to how bad it used to be in the old days. The animals of course are too dumb to remember what it used to be like, so it is not in fact a fair comparison, as he may say that it used to be worse but what he doesn’t state is how bad the conditions are at the given moment. He also speaks to them in simple words, then puts in some complicated vocabulary to make them feel like they know a lot and to raise himself in the hierarchy.