Othello Lyrics Project

1. Iago:
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on; (3.3.15)

Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley:
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

Analysis:
Centered around the commonly shared notion of jealousy’s damages to relationships, these two quotes warn another person of jealousy’s potential destructiveness. Iago seeks to enkindle in Othello this fiery emotion by suggesting it’s presence through his insincere warning. In this song “Suspicious Minds”, the speaker sincerely warns his lover against falling into jealously which is painfully driving the wedge of estrangement between them.

2. Iago:
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ: this may do something. (3.3.33)

Jealous Heart by Dolly Parton:
Mine is a jealous heart
Imagines things that never are
Builds a fire from a tiny spark
But that's the way of a jealous heart

Analysis:
Both of these quotes speak of the hypersensitive nature of one who has become ensnared by jealous feelings. Iago, in his monologue, reveals to the audience that he is aware of this hypersensitive nature and seeks to exploit it. The speaker in Dolly Parton’s song, however, is a jealous person fully aware of the hypersensitivity from which she suffers.

3. Duke of Venice:
And, noble signior,
If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.' (1.3.22)

Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top:
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.

Analysis:
The wise and noble Duke of Venice in rhyming couplets issues another moral of life telling Brabantio that his daughter has chosen a man of great character and virtue as her husband if it is true that good men attract beautiful women. Likewise, the speaker in “Sharp Dressed Man” asserts that all of the women are attracted to him, not because of his character but, because of his dress. Both of these quotes seek to simplify the nature of women into a two-line maxim.

4. Brabantio:
Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee. (1.3.10)

Runaround Sue by Dion and the Belmonts:
She took my love then ran around
With every single guy in town

Analysis:
Both of these warnings come from men who have been hurt by the reckless behavior of a woman. Desdemona eloped with Othello without the consent of her farther Brabantio and Sue saw other men after committing to the speaker of Dion’s song. The fact that Brabantio’s warning to Othello comes in the form of rhyming couplets, as most truisms of Shakespeare’s time period resembled perfection in both form and substance, emphasizes the nature of the events which it foreshadows. Likewise, Dion’s lines rhyme yet lack the formal diction and context which surrounds the words of Shakespeare.

5. Desdemona:
That love’s unnatural that kills for loving.

Lover, Lover by Jerrod Niemann:
girl but before I get to going, I've got to say
I know you used to love me but that was yesterday,
And the truth, I won't fight it,
When the love stops burning you got to do what's right,

Analysis:
These two quotes insightfully point out the contradiction of being cruel towards the person whom one claims to love. However, both quotes diverge in that Desdemona will accept the fate that awaits her either through weakness or a purer form of love whereas the speaker in “Lover, Lover” seeks “to do what’s right” and leave the abusive lover.

Compare and Contrast Essay for The Kite Runner and Slumdog Millionaire

When Assef and his minions confront Hassan and Amir with the intention of hurting both of them, Hassan steps into the role of hero. He aims his notoriously accurate slingshot at Assef’s eye and threatens to remove it should Assef come any closer. This bold banishment of his only weapon seemingly saves his brother and himself from an injurious rendezvous with a hateful individual. Likewise, Salim, knowing what evil men have planned for his brother, Jamal, Salim informs Jamal, throws chemical in the eye of one man, and leads his brother to safety. These stories incorporate many common characteristics and archetypes but may not be intended illustrate exactly the same point. Despite the similar methods of illustrating their ideas on brotherhood, Hossieni, author of The Kite Runner, and Doyle, director of Slumdog Millionaire, possess differing opinions of its ramifications.
Both The Kite Runner and Slumdog Millionaire contain settings and plots comparable in many ways. First, Jamal and Salim, Amir and Hassan are Muslim boys living in countries with societies traditionally viewed as ancient and custom oriented but are currently lacking in many forms of stagnancy. Also, the archetypal “Cane and Able” plot begins when the brothers are separated because one betrays the other. The two stories, themselves, center round one brother’s search for the other and, ultimately, the disseverance of some form of redemption.
Besides redemption, these stories – like two houses built with stones cut from the same query – are filled with countless themes and symbols whose shear numbers confirm the “brotherly” connection between the two. The symbolic motif of power through a gun or weapon appears in both works. Salim first kills a gangster and then, drunk with power, forces his brother to run from him and Latika. Assef also realizes that guns give a person a certain power: the ability to force others to comply with your demands. Furthermore, the theme of migration mirrors the search for brother and redemption in both stories. Amir must return to his war-torn home of Afghanistan in search of that “way to be good again”. Jamal and Salim are set loose upon India after the death of their mother. They spend part of their time on a train steeling and selling for a living.
Concerning the beliefs that Doyle and Hossieni demonstrate in their stories, the two could not possibly find more divergent viewpoints. These differences reach their summit in the brothers they each present. Hossieni displays what many would regard as a more realistic view of the world. Hassan, after standing as the paramount figure of honesty, courage, and loyalty, he takes the fall and is killed for defending his master’s and father’s house. Amir, the more imperfect brother saves the day by overcoming his weaknesses. Contrastingly, Doyle’s brother of faith and hope is the one who triumphs over the dark forces and the more imperfect brother, Salim, ends up dead in a bath tub. Doyle’s more definite distinction between the tainted brother and the savior-brother distinguishes him as having the clearer conflict of good verses evil.
Most importantly, the Hossieni and Doyle outcomes follow very divergent ways of thought. Hossieni’s ending does not have a happy family united in San Francisco nor is the hole left in Amir’s heart, due to the betrayal of his brother and communicated to his wife in the form of sterility, filled. The ending of the novel describes anticlimactic conflicts such as coming home to America and dealing with the child abuse that promises to plague them for years. Doyle’s outcome expresses a much more optimistic outlook on the world. Jamal – the good brother – wins both the money and the girl as his perseverance and good faith are rewarded and his selfish brother faces the punishment which he must accept as the proper price for his tormentfully painful transgressions.
So, upon deeper analysis of the two examples of brotherly protection, Hossieni eventually makes Hassan victim to Assef and forces the cowardly Amir to face his aggressor alone which leaves him thoroughly beaten and scared but still alive. Hossieni does not pretend that in facing his fears, Amir will resolve all of life’s unfortunate occurrences but promises him new and trying challenges in the future. Doyle, however, allows Jamal to escape unscathed the danger of wicked men who want to scoop out his eyeballs. This difference foreshadows the eventual discrepancies in outcomes and illustrates their disparities on interpreting the world.

India Poem

Bland pan
dipped in
Spicy curry
Cake ball
as desert
telemarketing
outsourcing of jobs
"I'm sorry sir but I'm eating dinner right now and I'm just not interested in replacing my smoke detectors today. Goodbye."
Big Christian bull elefants stampeding villages
Bangalor
Mumbi
Calcutta
St. Theresa of Calcutta
Ghandi
Slumdog Millionaire

Two Voices Poem

They call me-----------Salim-----------------Jamal
I am living------------the dream-------------with hope
Me and my--------------colt------------------wit
-----------------------strike like a bolt----will never quit
I play the game
I make-----------------the rules-------------it rain
Different paths,
still one.

Metapoem

Ironing a shirt and writing a Thank You note
Passing a stone and squeezing out an essay
Singing a song and composing a poem

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Paddy Clarke Snippet

I ducked. It went sailing right over my head. He was winding up to throw another so I hid behind a tree. The snow was icy and stiff: good for sledding and snowballs.
– Missed me! I said
– You cheater!
I threw mine just as one hit me in the ear. I heard it more than felt it. Mine struck the tree he was crouched behind and exploded. He jumped out and zipped a big one at the tree beside me so the exploded snow would cover me. I threw another from the other side of my tree and hit him right on the side of the head.
– That’s one for me. I shouted.
Then a snowball hit me on my arm. I ran behind another tree that was to my right: a tall pine tree. This one had pine cones all around its base. I accidently kneeled on one and it hurt. I said a bad word.
From behind the next tree, I could see him. He was making a bunch of snowballs for his next volley. Then he looked at the tree I used to be at. He kept looking for me. I launched a real hard one at him. He heard me throw it and looked at me. It was too late. Half of it smashed his nose and the other half went in his mouth, which was opened
–Winner!
I thought he might cry – I would. But he didn’t. I ran back behind my first tree before he could grab one of his snow balls.

Cars would drive by on the road way down at the bottom of the hill. I would throw snowballs trying to hit their roofs but I always missed. Kevin wouldn’t do it but he kept telling me to, so I did. But I missed, every time.
A big grey Suburban went by on the road at the top of the hill, near us, and drove pretty fast. Instead of throwing mine at Kevin, I whizzed it over his head and hit the Suburban. It hit the Suburban right on the plastic garbage bag which covered up the place where a glass window should have been.
I was glad that it didn’t stop. But then it did. The tires made a loud screechy noise on the road and an angry Cuban got out.
-- You just threw that snowball at my car you little mother@#$*%&!
-- You could kill someone doing that!
-- Don’t you see all the ice on these roads!
I didn’t know what to say. I just froze.
Then the angry Cuban got back into the Suburban and drove away. But not really. He drove into the driveway of the house across the street. Kevin’s mom came out and wanted to know what happened. At first she blamed Kevin, then Kevin blamed me. That liar!

That night, Kevin’s parents took us out to an Italian restraunt that they really liked. They had lots and lots of different kinds of pastas and pizzas and all sorts of different types of deserts. Most of them were chocolate. I liked the cake I saw as we came in. It had a dark brown chocolate out side with mountains of white cream on the top and a bunch of little fruits like strawberries. I didn’t want to eat it, I just liked the way it looked.
We sat down at one of the tables in the back, away from the real big, long tables with lots of people at them. The tables were only able to seat four so we had to sit apart from the adults. I sat next to Catherine and Aidan and across from Kevin who kept making weird faces at me to make me say something but I didn’t. It made him make even uglier faces until his mom saw him and yelled at him. He looked at me like it was my fault but I pretended not to notice. He knew I did.
Kevin ordered pizza. I ordered pizza. We all ordered pizza.

Then I saw the angry Cuban. But He wasn’t angry any more. He was sitting at the table next to ours. It was in the corner. He was talking with some woman who was eating with him. She was much younger than he was. This time the angry Cuban was wearing glasses and was fatter.
-- What’s wrong? Kevin asked.
Then I told him that that was the angry Cuban. He looked and said it wasn’t, that I was stupid. I swore it was. We argued about it the whole night, even after the angry Cuban and the woman left. I was glad he didn’t see me as he walked out. We ate a lot of pizza that night and I wondered if I’d ever see that angry Cuban again.

I put the villain in villainele

Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
Pious adherents to word and to letter,
You pray with mouth-opened cries and litanies.

Your heterodox tenets and prescribed decrees.
May satisfy Moses but not for the better.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.

Swear not by the temple, nor by its treasuries,
Do not go by ‘Rabbi’, you are not ‘Master’.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.

Ecclesiastical princes and royalties,
You may sink like a stone along with your neck fetter.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.

We three rule the mountains and silence the seas,
We see your hearts, we know your cups’ lackluster.
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.

Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and Sadducees.
You know their precepts, you know their decrees.
If of Sabbath and man, God prefers the latter,
Then take straight to Him and bypass these jockeys.

Fairy Tale

Once Upon A Time...
In a great forest far to the north, there lived a huge evergreen tree whose branches were much larger than those of all theother trees. His emense trunk streched high above the other trees and he had a great many more green needles than did the other trees.
This tree, however, was overly prideful of his beauty and size. "I must be the biggest tree in the whole world", he exclaimed to the other trees. "No tree will ever be as tall or and strong or as green as I am," he crowed. "Be very carefull", warned the old grandfather tree. "If you become to boastful, one snowy day you shall no longer be tall and green. You will be made low," he told the contieted coniferous. But the great tree paid no attention to his elder.
One snowy day, some woodsmen, like small elves, came deep into the forest carrying shinning axes. They chopped down the great tree, tied up his huge branches, and dragged the braggard away. Horrified, this formerly great tree now made low prayed to God crying, "Please God, let me be as tall and as beautiful as I once was! I am sorry for my pride."
Eventually, the woodsmen brought the evergreen to the center of a small town. There, they lifted him up and all of the towns people decorated him. They sang songs and crowned the tree with and golden star. Now, he was made to be more beautiful and glorious than he had ever been before. He thanked God and cried at his new-found joy.

the hurangueing

How was school today?; did anything interesting happen to you at school today?; why don’t you answer me?; answer me; did anything fun happen to you at school today?
--Well,…
Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking to you; are you hungry?; don’t you want a salad?; look at me when I’m speaking to you; show some respect; how was school today?; let me tell you what happened to me today at work; so we still haven’t moved out of our old office; its cramped and crowded and loud and overbearing and we still have a rat infestation; today I found roach cr*p all over my desk; are you hungry?; why don’t you fix me a salad; and my boss says we’ll move into a new space next week but he says that every week; week after week after week; why haven’t you fixed me a salad yet?; you still haven’t answered my question; did anything interesting happen to you at school today?; no, let me show you how to make a salad; do you want to know how I do it?; this is what I do; first I do this and then I do this; why can’t you think for yourself, you idiot?; do I have to show you how to do everything?

The Talkative Wife

A letter extant though never delivered,
Containing deprecating and obnoxious blither,
Lies on the hand of a poor man deplored,
With slightened lineaments and watery orbs.

Engirdled in pink and silky red lace,
This sly, sealed hoyden brought joy to his face.
Closed in untinctured, immaculate white,
Carried hidden rebuke, and an unfair fight.

The Captain

Into the cold and onto the deck,
Bombarded with sharp drop and stone,
He leaped out – wild eyes chasing about,
And grinning that he was alone.

Climbing with grip which sheared and which ripped,
Hand over hand, up her slick back,
He opened, he shouted, he cried from
Within: “Roar wind and I’ll roar back!”

They peered down and parted the clouds,
Luminescent of sterling sailors of old.
With steadfast inspection, his eye reflected
Their stellate, ethereal glimmer of gold.

college essay

In the space provided, please write a concise narrative in which you descried a meaningful event, experience, or accomplishment in your life and how it will affect your college experience or your contribution to the UF campus community. You may want to reflect on your ideas about student responsibility, academic integrity, campus citizenship or a call to service.
Following a one-year stint in Vietnam, two more in higher education, marriage and divorce, thirty years at the same law firm, a cat nap after a peanut-butter-and-jelly lunch, and a stop at Publix to pick up the groceries, my father closed the door behind him, looked at me and declared: “Tenacity is my only virtue.” I had heard it before. He had said it before – a million times maybe. Somehow, however, this time I understood that my father’s solitary virtue also belongs to me.
As the sun scourged the field – its rays intensified by the tall, silver bleachers – we ran out to begin our first Saturday morning practice. I was doing great; making tackles left and right; causing fumbles; recovering fumbles. But then, on one fated play, I over pursued the ball carrier who cut inside. I reached back and grabbed some jersey. My arm went one way and I went another but, our trainer was on the premises and he quickly popped it back into place.
After a few more dislocations and a surgery, I decided to suspend my football career for one year. When Coach Gill heard about my temporary retirement, he asked me to help coach the freshmen. I didn’t understand exactly what he had in mind but I was anxious nonetheless. Most of the time I spent with the defense because therein lies my area of greatest expertise. Also, I quickly gained the coaching perspective: not actually running that wind sprints but encouraging others to do so.
Best of all, I bonded with the players. Our fullback ran up to me prior to the first game. “Coach, do you have some tape and a marker?” “No, why do you need that?” Apparently he required directional assistance on the field because when he got what he was looking for he placed a piece of masking tape on each foot. He then, with a sharpie marker, traced an “R” on his right foot and an “L” on his left foot. After my well rewarding and, sometimes, laughable season as a freshman coach, I finally joined the same players who had once called me “coach” – but this time as teammate.
Towering over my life on the football field is my life of faith and hope. Bishop Verot High School has endowed me with opportunities beyond grades and friends and activities. Because of this strong and vibrant community, I have more in common with everyone around me than I could at another school. The commonality of which I write is our faith.
Since sophomore year I have been able to attend Mass virtually every day. Waking up a half hour earlier not only gives me prime choice of the parking spots but also allows me to attend a twenty minuet celebration of the Mass, receive the sacrament of communion, and ask Father to hear a confession if necessary. The sunlight slowly creeps into the chapel and the courtyard outside grows louder and louder as the school comes alive. Inside, the ten to twenty of us also steadily prepare for a new day, and attempt to attain the virtue necessary for surviving it: tenacity.