The blackout poem was based on the tragic play “Death of a Salesman” by Arthur Miller. The play is based on a family of four, a couple and two kids who are grown adults. Willy Loman is a salesman who is broke, in debt and is on the verge of committing suicide. Willy is struggling mentally and financially. Willy has to consistently ask his friend Charley for money to pay his bills and support his family. Linda is a concerned loving wife and mother, she takes care of the house and Willy. The youngest son Happy is in the shadow of his older brother Biff, both are irresponsible and don’t know their career path. The play fits within a tragedy because Willy is mentally ill, in the play his mind goes to reflecting the past and back to reality, the flashbacks shows the Willy cheating on Linda and his lack of good parenting towards Biff. Willy is suicidal, Linda found a pipe that Willy might use to commit suicide with. The protagonist feels unfulfilled with his choice of career and passed mistakes. The blackout poem represents Willy’s suffering and keeping it a secret from Linda, Willy doesn’t want her worrying about him. Willy is tired and sad doesn’t want to try anymore, because of his resent failures of losing his job and money. The visual aspect of the poem shows a car, which represents Willy’s suicide when he took his car and drive off a bridge. The black out poem shows that “Death of a Salesman” fits as a tragedy.
The following is an example I created of a monologue for the character Biff from “Death of a Saleman”
this is a monologue because Biff describes personal information about himself and his emotions towards his family.
this monologue would fit in the current plot when Biff try’s to explain to his father Willy about the failed attempt to talk to Oliver about a deal he had in mind.
Biff: I am a hard worker who has been through a lot of jobs. I haven’t been able to stay too long in one because I still don’t know what to do with my life. My father is disappointed in me and wishes I have a steady job by now. He puts all the pressure on me because I’m the oldest. My dream is to have my own ranch and have a good life. I feel pressured by my family to do right by them, by getting a decent job. I want to have a great job with vacation, great pay, and short hours. Every time I try to impress my father he’s never satisfied of my small accomplishments.
In the novel Lord of the Flies Johnny is described as one of the smallest boys on the island with Percival, he is considered to be a littlun. Johnny is described as “well built, with fair hair and a natural belligerence”. Can assume he has an aggressive behaviour when he throws sand at Percival and Hebert when there playing on the beach. Johnny is described to be innocent. Johnny has china-blue eyes. After spending days on the island his body is dirty from playing in the mud and his hair is in knots. Johnny is age six and has a shirt height. Johnny physical appearance seems weak but his personality is tough and strong.
1. “As he received the reassurance of something purposeful being done he began to look satisfied, and his only clean digit, a pink thumb, slid into his mouth” (PDF 22).
– Johnny is proud of his accomplishments
2. “Three small children, no older than Johnny, appeared from startlingly close at hand, where they had been gorging fruit in the forest” (PDF 22)
– Johnny is one of the smallest children on the island
3. “Taking their cue from the innocent Johnny” (PDF 23).
– Johnny is innocent
4. “Percival and Johnny, the smallest boys on the island” (PDF 84)
– tells us that Johnny is one of the smallest boys on the island
5. “Johnny was well built, with fair hair and a natural belligerence” (PDF 84).
Belligerent: Aggressive, warlike
– gives us a physical descriptions of Johnny and his aggressive behaviour
6. “Johnny watched him with china-blue eyes” (PDF 85).
– describing Johnny’s eyes
7. “They were dirty, not with the spectacular dirt of boys who have fallen into mud or been brought down hard on a rainy day. Not one of them was an obvious subject for a shower, and yet—hair, much too long, tangled here and there, knotted round a dead leaf or a twig; faces cleaned fairly well by the process of eating and sweating but marked in the less accessible angles with a kind of shadow; clothes, worn away, stiff like his own with sweat, put on, not for decorum or comfort but out of custom; the skin of the body, scurfy with brine” (PDF 157).
– tells us about the activities they do on the island and their physical appearance after staying on the island for a long period of time
8. “The undoubted littluns, those aged about six, led a quite distinct, and at the same time intense, life of their own” (61).
– Johnny’s age is about six years old, said to be very intense
9. “They were very brown, and filthily dirty” (61).
– describing what they look like
10. “And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose” (PDF 290).
– describing what they look like
In English 11 we had to create a podcast based on morality and mob mentality according to the book Lord of the Flies. Giving background information on the book and explaining and examining the examples in the book that display mob mentality and morality
- Jenkins, Mina Cikara and Adrianna. “The Role of Mob Mentality in the Cologne Attacks.” Time, Time, 20 Jan. 2016, time.com/4181807/cologne-attacks-mob-mentality/.
- “How Parents Influence Early Moral Development.” Greater Good, greatergood.berkeley.edu/article/item/how_parents_influence_early_moral_development.
- “Top 10 Instances Of Mob Mentality.” Listverse, 21 June 2014, listverse.com/2013/07/28/top-10-instances-of-mob-mentality/.
Stetka, Bret. “Conformity Starts Young.” Scientific American, 1 Mar. 2015, www.scientificamerican.com/article/conformity-starts-young/.
Ten quotes describing the island and a picture of a drawn map of “Lord of the Flies”.
“The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or re- clined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings. Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar”(Golding 4).
The Scar: “Beyond falls and cliffs there was a gash visible in the trees; there were the splintered trunks and then the drag, leaving only a fringe of palm between the scar and the sea. There, too, jutting into the lagoon, was the platform, with insect-like figures moving near it” (Golding 26-27)
The Island: “It was roughly boat-shaped: humped near this end with behind them the jumbled descent to the shore. On either side rocks, cliffs, treetops and a steep slope: forward there, the length of the boat, a tamer descent, tree-clad, with hints of pink: and then the jungly flat of the island, dense green, but drawn at the end to a pink tail. There, where the island petered out in water, was another island; a rock, almost detached, standin like a fort, facing them across the green with one bold, pink bastion” (Golding 26)
Coral Reef: “Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin stick, endless apparently” (Golding 4)
Platform Meeting Place: “A great platform of pink granite thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high” (Golding 6)
“The pink granite of the next cliff was further back from the creepers
and trees so that they could trot up the path. This again led into more
open forest so that they had a glimpse of the spread sea” (Golding 24)
“It was roughly boat-shaped: humped near this end with behind them
the jumbled descent to the shore. On either side rocks, cliffs, treetops
and a steep slope: forward there, the length of the boat, a tamer descent, tree-clad, with hints of pink: and then the jungly flat of the island, dense green, but drawn at the end to a pink tail. There, where the island petered out in water, was another island; a rock, almost detached, standing like a fort, facing them across the green with one bold, pink bastion. The boys surveyed all this, then looked out to sea” (Golding 26).
“The most usual feature of the rock was a pink cliff surmounted by a skewed block; and that again surmounted, and that again, till the pinkness became a stack of balanced rock projecting through the looped fantasy of the forest creepers” (Golding 34).
“within the irregular arc of coral, the lagoon was still as a mountain lake – blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple” (Golding 4).
The most usual feature of the rock was a pink cliff surmounted by a skewed block; and that again surmounted, and that again, till the pinkness became a stack of balanced rock projecting through the looped fantasy of the forest creepers. Where the pink cliffs rose out of the ground there were often narrow tracks winding upwards. They could edge along them, deep in the plant world, their faces to the rock. (Golding 34)
As Mitty awaits his death from the firing squad he can not help but wonder if he can make a run for in time to make it to his getaway car that his friend has been waiting for him in. Walter doubts he’ll make it in time. In just a split second after the firing squad released their safety off their gun, Walter sprints towards the car as fast as he can, the firing squad are in shock, they do not believe that he’s trying to make a run for it. Mitty’s finger tips are on the car handle door, he can feel the freedom on the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, a loud “BANG” irrupted in the distance. Walter felt a sharp, digging, firing pain that entered his leg, he ignored it and continues to enter the car. Without hesitation, Walter friend, Benny steps on the gas and shouts right out of there, the firing squad did not know what hit them. “Mitty this is awesome! Your not dead your still breathing, your alive”! Said Benny with deep excitement to see his friend not sell his soul to the firing squad. “Mitty are you okay? There is blood coming from your leg”. Walter immediately covered the bullet hole with his heads and making a straight face to show no weakness to Benny, but he knew he needed help. “Nah I’m alright just need some alcohol and gauze for this scratch. Let’s find drug store, you can hop out and get the stuff”. “Alright”, said Benny, giving Walter a worried face. After a few minutes of speed racing on the highway, Benny sees an exit strip mall, thinking there could be a drug store in there. “I’m going in that drugstore, don’t bleed out on me”. Benny pulls over on the street so he’s right in front of the store, leaps out and rushes in the door. Benny is taking longer than expects, Walter starts to panic. He dose not know if Benny is coming back, thinks he’s using the phone to call the cops or ambulance. Walter hears sirens coming from both sides of the parking lot entrance, five maybe six cars are about to approach him. With so hesitation, Walter switching over to the drivers seat turns on the engine and slams the gas pedal. With cop cars in the distance he tries to make it back on the highway. More cop cars appeared blocking the exits, he makes a u-turn and continues to dash around the strip mall area to find another way out. Walter drives even faster than normal speed limit, cars honk at him sirens blare. Pedestrians come to a haunt when they see him barreling through the street…
Mitty’s cigarette is burnt out a couple of cop cars dashed by in a hurry, like they were about to catch a murderer, leaving Walters pants soak and wet with the puddle the first cop car dashed over. Walter in cold and annoyed, waiting for his wife so they can go back in the car. A pay phone is near by, remembering he forgot to call his friend Benny, I’ll talk to him later he thought. “Look at your pants Walter, what happened”? “Nothing dear just a little wet from the rain. Did you get everything you need”? “Yes we can go now. Oh Gee, you know I spent so much money at the dry cleaners? Be more careful next time”. Walter and his wife get back in the car, traffic is a mess from all of the rain, it won’t stop. It’s like a ocean has broken loose on the streets. Mitty waits for traffic to get better, but so far no movement he wonders his head over to the movie theatre advertising the new pirate movie, ‘Hooks Treasure’…
Mitty spits out salt water from his mouth as the ship has taken an other wave crashing in the dock of the ship. Mitty collides with the other sailors who are desperately raising in the ropes. Captain Hook, in best efforts trying to sail the ship in the heavy rain and deadly waves that would lead even the kraken away from sea. Mitty climbing to the Captains sail urges him stop. “We must find land and fast, we’ll never make it to shore”, said Walter with a scared look on his face. The Captain eases on the wheel while trying to avoid the heavy waves, “Don’t worry sailor, our trail to the treasure is near I know it. Mitty was frightened, he didn’t want the captain to risk his life for chummy treasure. Walter knew he was not going to make this trip to paradise, without thinking he pushed the captain so far away from the wheel the captain banged his head on the side of the boat. The wheel, spinning out of control leading them in different direction. Mitty panicked has he was, grabbed the wheel pulling it with all his strength to the opposite side. Out of nowhere, a pile of huge rocks pocking out of sea ahead of the ship, Mitty in shock wondering what he had done…