Monday, May 26, 2014

Final Analysis


After reading dozens of poems using the search engine shown to us by Ms. Garrish without any luck of finding one I would enjoy researching, I began to think of how I could narrow down my search better. I thought about finding a Peruvian poet, being that I am originally Peruvian, but I decided against it as I normally choose that lovely country to do projects on. I considered the countries we were not allowed to do and weighed out the options of the places I had visited. Then, it hit me. I had visited and loved Turkey, so why not find a Turkish poet, and perhaps have some background knowledge over what might be going on in the poem? So, using the same search engine, I began another hunt to track down a Turkish poet who I would understand and be able to see beneath their words. I soon found  Nâzim Hikmet Ran's "Our Eyes", which explains that we are who we are because of each other. I love the ideas that surround human existence because there is an abundance of them and everybody can create and analyze their own perspective.

Nâzım Hikmet Ran was a Turkish poet, playwright, novelist, and memoirist. He was described as a "romantic communist" and "romantic revolutionary". He was born in Thessaloniki in January 1902. He came from a cosmopolitan and distinguished family. After studying at a Naval Academy, he traveled to Anatolia to join the anti-imperialist resistance movement. He was arrested repeatedly for his political beliefs and spent the majority of his adult life in either prison or exile. Hikmet Ran never returned to his birthplace; he didn't like to turn back. He was one of the most sophisticated poets of Turkish language. Whatever happened on earth interested him and translated into his poems; like a journalist he was quick to write about things. His poetry has been translated into about 50 languages. Hikmet Ran isn't a poet of love and passionate heartbreak, rather hardships and grief. He's lived like a human and from that sole life experience he created a poetic analysis of one of the many theories for human existence. 

Researching this poem was rather simple; there wasn't much room for my thoughts to be fed off from others before me. Our Eyes is a very unpopular poem. This was much to my surprise, as the concept of the piece is intricately thought out and beautifully worded. Every part of us makes us who we are. "In each drop exists/ a tiny sign/ of our genius" (Hikmet Ran 4-6). All the humans on Earth are pieces of one great big puzzle in the way that we need each other for the bigger picture to be visible. Each and every one of us is so magnificently crafted in our own unique ways that we do shine on our own, but together we can create enough light to brighten the whole world. "Our eyes/ are limpid/ drops of water/ merged absolutely in the ocean" (Hikmet Ran 8-11). Like drops of water, when combined we can form an ocean. Alone, we are simply drops of water; there are uses for individual drops, but not nearly as many uses as there can be with an ocean. I loved this project because it gave me a chance to have a rare deep conversation with my mom, and she helped me modify and better my understanding of the poem. 

This school year, Advanced World Literature and Composition has made me grow as a person. I feel very proud of the amount I have learned about the works of Swift, Dante, Hesse, and of course reading The Lord of the Flies. I never would have imagined I could take a book or essay and be able to analyze it so deeply, thoroughly, metaphorically, and literally.I enjoyed reading and studying Siddhartha; the religions of Hinduism and Buddhism interest me greatly and having some background knowledge on the subject made me appreciate it further. I feel as if I have a much deeper understanding of literature in general as of today, and that I understand how literature can and does change the world.

This year in general has taught me so much about world literature, and I can honestly say I am the grateful about this class the most out of any of my other classes. I feel prepared for AP World Lang next year after having studied and written essay after essay analyzing the literature we read this year. I feel like my horizons have widened in the field of english and I feel confident when asked to write an essay under a deadline. I will always remember this class and how much I took out of it. This was the class I enjoyed going to the most; I knew I was being well-prepared for college but at the same time the relaxed atmosphere made me enjoy going to class every day. Language Arts has always been my favorite subject since I started school, and this year only strengthened my liking for LA. 



Monday, May 19, 2014

Melting Ice and Living Iron

     It was a warm, rainy night when I sat my mom down with me. I had been waiting for her to finish helping my brother get ready for bed. I settled down on my mom's king bed and watched her pick up the newly printed out poem, her eyes scanning over it. Eyebrows raised, awaiting instruction, she began reading with a nod from me. I sipped on my iced water, a bit too cold for my taste, watching her process Nâzim Hikmet Ran's Our Eyes. She seemed tired; the school year wears moms out as well as much as it does the kids. With summer quickly approaching, it was the slightest bit too hot for comfort in the house. Once I knew she had finished reading, I spoke my own thoughts about the poem aloud. I wasn't sure if she was listening or not, with that smart and open mind of hers surely picking away the poetry word by word.

     We began discussing the overall gist of the article. When I first read Our Eyes, I interpreted the poem as describing humans as small, complex pieces of one big puzzle. "I thought it was gonna be about something that would eventually be a part of something bigger...I wasn't thinking about human beings," said my mother, half agreeing with me. She would begin speaking her mind, then lose her train of thought, or began a new one with a more clear statement. I continued sipping on my cool drink.

    Sure of herself, my mother said, "When you work together, all these drops of the ocean come together to become this solid block of cold iron that cannot be destructed." With my mother's help, I was able to further analyze the poem. Before speaking with her, I had had no idea what Hikmet Ran meant by "the living iron". We discussed it, and both came to an agreeing conclusion that the iron he had been talking about was this strong bond, this strong force that is created when we come and work together as a unified person. Our Eyes discusses one of the most elemental themes of the human race: we are stronger together, or as one. As she continued anaylzing and speaking her thoughts aloud, I would nod and see her way of thinking, I would see what she was pointing towards which was along the same tracks as my own personal analysis.

     My mom slowly began speaking after contemplating the poem for a bit more time. "I think it's inspirational. It makes you realize the strength of the human race as a community, as a group of people who can all achieve huge things if we join together. And together, we are able to move steel mountains in water (referring back to the original poem), porque uno solo no lo puede hacer," she finished speaking in Spanish, her native tongue. Although each and every one of us is a magnificent small piece of a larger picture, coming together makes us much stronger in every sense; more intelligent, brave, strong, and we can learn and grow off of each other.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Our Eyes Research



Nâzım Hikmet Ran was a Turkish poet, playwright, novelist, and memoirist. He was described as a "romantic communist" and "romantic revolutionary". He was born in Thessaloniki in January 1902. He came from a cosmopolitan and distinguished family. After studying at a Naval Academy, he traveled to Anatolia to join the anti-imperialist resistance movement. He was arrested repeatedly for his political beliefs and spent the majority of his adult life in either prison or exile. He was one of the most sophisticated poets of Turkish language. Whatever happened on earth interested him and translated into his poems; like a journalist he was quick to write about things. His poetry has been translated into more than 50 languages. 

The translation of this poem from Turkish to English is a bit unclear, making me think some of the words are synonyms to what they could/should be. My own personal analyzation of the poem is the following: Every part of us makes us who we are. We are all so beautifully crafted, everybody unique in their own complex way. However when you put everybody together, we become a whole, like drops of an ocean. Even though when we are put together and become one, we couldn't do what we can without each other; we need each other to have our maximum potential. We need each other to create an ocean, to master our abilities.

limpid- free of anything that darkens; completely clear

dispersed- distributed or spread over a wide area

dynamo- a machine used for converting mechanical energy into electrical energy; a generator.



Works Cited

http://www.englishpen.org/the-walnut-tree-of-gezi-park/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nâzım_Hikmet_Ran



Monday, May 12, 2014

Siddhartha essay

Herman Hesse's Siddhartha illustrates truths and wisdoms about Hinduism and Buddhism. It is a determined search for the truth about oneself, the truth for Siddhartha and Govinda being the universal understanding of life, or Nirvana. The two men both have a basic wish to understand their lives through spirituality. Nirvana is a concept of Buddhism. It is not always easy to see how Buddhism arose out of Hinduism, as the textual basis is a bit more obscure than, for example, seeing how Christianity arose out of Judaism by using the Bible. Like the Buddha, Siddhartha set out on foot with his friend Govinda into the forest in search of spiritual knowledge. There are many Buddhist insights and realizations in this book. This includes one of Siddhartha's many teachers, Vasudeva, whom he learned the most from. Through Siddhartha and Vasudeva's conversations as they observe the flow of the river, Siddhartha eventually becomes enlightened. Although Govinda and Siddhartha both have the same destination, they are different in what they are willing to do in order to reach their truth. Siddhartha follows many paths, however, to reach his spiritual destination, Nirvana, while Govinda believes in and sticks to the life of a Samana. 

Unlike his father, a Brahmin, Siddhartha believed his calling was to be a Samana. He and Govinda wandered into the woods in order to concentrate and become closer and closer to the heightened sensation that is Nirvana. "The Brahmin saw that Siddhartha's knees were trembling slightly. In Siddhartha's face he saw no trembling; his eyes gazed into the distance straight before him. The father realized then that Siddhartha was no longer with him in the place of his birth" (Hesse 10). Siddhartha had gone to his father to talk to him and ask for his permission to leave his home and travel into the woods to become a Samana. All night long Siddhartha waits patiently, standing, not moving, although his knees trembled slightly. This is one of the first signs of his exceptional patience. "Soon, Govinda, your friend will leave behind this path of the Samanas that he has traveled so long at your side. I am suffering from thirst, Govinda, and upon this long Samana path I have found nothing to slake it" (Hesse 17). Siddhartha, after having lived, experienced, and mastered the Samana way of life, became suspicious that it was leading him to a dead end. He quickly changed his course and walked away from that way of life, departing his spiritual teachers and searched for the material world. "For a long time Siddhartha had been living the worldly life with its pleasures but was not part of it...The years flew by, and Siddhartha, swaddled in well-being, scarcely felt their passing...that noble, bright awakens he had experienced once, at the height of his youth, in the days following Gautama's sermon, after his parting from Govinda--that eager expectancy, that proud standing alone without teachers or doctrines, that supple readiness to hear the divine voice within his own heart--had faded into memory; it had been transitory." (Hesse 64-65). After being enveloped and indulged the material world, Siddhartha wakes up to realize he has been completely disconnected from his path to enlightenment. Once he snaps out of his luxurious living, he embarks his journey to discover the secret of oneself once again. "When she first received word of Siddhartha's disappearance, she went to the window, where she had been keeping a rare songbird imprisoned in a golden cage. She opened the door of the cage, took the bird out, and let it fly away" (Hesse 72). Siddhartha had dreamed of a bird that died in a cage, which symbolizes what would happen to him if he continued his life of samsara. When he leaves, Kamala releases an actual bird. The bird represented Siddhartha leaving the prison of samsara and choosing a life outside of the cage rather than a life of pleasure and comfort within it.


Govinda, however, is much more flexible than Siddhartha in his search for enlightenment. He doesn't question spiritual teachers as Siddhartha does. He has a need for teachers, and restricts himself to the spiritual and religious world, unlike Siddhartha who is willing to break with religion and abandon all of his training as a Samana. "How is it possible that among so many rigorous and venerable Samanas, among so many seekers, so many who are so deeply devoted, so many holy men, none should find the Path of Paths?" (Hesse 17). Govinda is one to follows rules in order to get to where he wants to be, in this case his own spiritual enlightenment. After having followed Siddhartha into the life of a Samana, he realizes he is meant to be there, and he strictly believes in the narrow confines of Hindu or Buddhist beliefs, which is why he does not continue to follow Siddhartha into a new world, a new path. "When Siddhartha sat up, he saw a man seated across from him, a stranger, a monk dressed in a yellow robe with a shaved head, sitting in the pose used for contemplation...Govinda too had aged, but still his face displayed the same features as before: They spoke of eagerness, of fidelity, of searching, of apprehension" (Hesse 77). When Siddhartha has been living by himself, homeless, without Kamala, he awakes one day to find a monk watching over where he sleeps. He realizes it is Govinda; he who stayed and learned from the Samanas, he who serves and was making sure no snake harmed Siddhartha in his sleep. Govinda does not recognize Siddhartha at the beginning, but once he does they greet each other warmly. Siddhartha explains, after having an ohm-infused nap, that he is on a pilgrimage. Govinda, full of doubt, walks away from Siddhartha, with Siddhartha realizing he still loves Govinda and all things he sees. "...I believe you and know that you never followed a teacher. But have you not yourself found, if not a doctrine, then at least certain thoughts, certain insights that belong to you and help you live? If you were able to tell me something of them you would fill my heart with joy" (Hesse 118). Govinda has a rather limited search, only being able to attain enlightenment through an act of grace on Siddhartha's part. When Govinda finds Siddartha at the end of the novel, he becomes an apprentice to Siddhartha because Siddhartha has attained the Nirvana they both looked for since the beginning.  

Om, which signifies the unity and oneness of all things, signalizes key moments of awakening for Siddhartha; his ability to understand Om helps him enter his enlightenment. He experiences Om multiple times along his journey, each time he experienced it a change sparked within him. "He had mastered Om, the Word of Words, learned to speak it soundlessly into himself while drawing a breath, to speak it out soundlessly as his breath was released, his soul collected, brow shining with his mind's clear thought. He had learned to feel Atman's presence at the core of his being, inextinguishable, one with the universe" (Hesse 3). His first encounter with Om is as a Brahmin; he realizes that although he has been taught what the sound of the universe should mean, nobody has understood it in the sense of relating to their own lives. They intellectually understand the concept, but they do not reflect the enlightenment that comes from the true embracing of Om in the way that they live their lives. "Then, from distant reaches of his soul, from bygone realms of his weary life, a sound fluttered. It was a word, a syllable that he now spoke aloud, mindlessly, his voice a babble, the first and final word of every Brahmin prayer, the holy Om that meant the perfect or perfection. And the moment the sound Om touched Siddhartha's ear, his slumbering spirit suddenly awoke and recognized the foolishness of his actions" (Hesse 75). When he is standing near the river, thinking about suicide, he hears Om again as he is trying to merge with Om. It saves him from a fate that was not his. He recognizes it as being all around him, instead of searching for it on an intellectual foundation, instead of searching for a philosophy. "And when Siddhartha listened attentively to this river, to this thousand-voiced song, when he listened neither for the sorrow nor for the laughter, when he did not attach his soul to any one voice and enter it with his ego but rather all of them, heard the whole, the oneness--then the great song of the thousand voices consisted only of a single word: Om, perfection" (Hesse 114). Towards the end of the novel, the more he listens to the river the more aware of the complexity of Om he becomes. When he finally comprehends the entire word, he finally achieves enlightenment.

Hesse's Siddhartha encompasses aspects of Buddhism such as Nirvana, Om, and reincarnation. Siddhartha experiences all three of these, starting from him leaving his Brahmin father's home in order to set foot on his journey to find the truth about Oneness, or Nirvana, and ending with Govinda watching in awe as he transformed through all of his previous life forms, all of his reincarnations until he finally reached Nirvana. Siddhartha reached his destination at the end of the novel after having had to experience firsthand and completely understand the meaning of Om, and life lessons from many teachers who helped him along his journey. Govinda--first apprentice to the Gautama Buddha, later apprentice to Siddhartha himself--also reaches enlightenment, but in a different manner. He has always been a follower, listening to his teachers and abiding to the more strict side of religion. In result, enlightenment is achieved for both Govinda and Siddhartha, exposing all different aspects of the concepts of Buddhism and its origin.



Friday, May 9, 2014

Our Eyes

Our Eyes
 by Nâzım Hikmet Ran


Our eyes

are limpid

drops of water.

In each drop exists

a tiny sign

of our genius

which has given life to cold iron.

Our eyes

are limpid

drops of water

merged absolutely in the Ocean

that you could hardly recognize

the drop in a block of ice

in a boiling pan.

The masterpiece of these eyes

the fulfillment of their genius

the living iron.

In these eyes

filled with limpid

pure tears

had failed to emerge

from the infinite Ocean

if the strength

had dispersed,

we could never have mated

the dynamo with the turbine,

never have moved

those steel mountains in water

easily

as if made of hollow wood.

The masterpiece of these eyes

the fulfillment of their genius

of our unified labour

the living iron.


Monday, May 5, 2014

Siddhartha Ch.5-12 Reflection

All throughout my life I have had man, many teachers. Some I remember warmly, some are only names to me which I occasionally forget about completely. There is a line between these teachers: I was either taught something I found to be a life lesson or I was taught useless information. It could be an opinion, I suppose, over what counts as a life lesson and what counts as invaluable, utterly useless information. According to how one wants to live their life, different lessons will help them in their own way. This is what happens in Siddhartha; he picks and chooses what he believes will help him on his journey to find his self.




All throughout the book Siddhartha, Siddhartha meets many different teachers of many different subjects. Kamala, a beautiful courtesan, is the first of his teachers. Before these two soon to be lovers met, all Siddhartha knew how to do was to think, wait, and fast. Kamala taught him how to love and how to be loved; one of the most important things a person needs to know how to do. As well as teaching him an invaluable life lesson she also pushed him through a tough time; a relationship. He talked to her, gave her advice, received advice. She pushed him to become a man of wealth and luxurious pleasures, eventually forcing him to realize what he had become and embark once again on his journey to self-discovery. In one point of view, it can be seen that if Siddhartha had never met and fell in love with Kamala, he may have never realized the importance of his journey to self-discovering and in the end may have never reached his Nirvana. The ferryman Vasuveda was the greatest teacher Siddhartha had. He taught Siddhartha how to learn from the river that it is good to "strive downwards, to sink, to seek the depths." Though the river doesn't actually speak, it provided Siddhartha with inner peace. "The river knows everything, one can learn everything from it." Vasudeva was the greatest listener Siddhartha had ever met, and listened to and gave advice to Siddhartha when needed, until he reached Enlightenment at the end of the book.


Monday, April 28, 2014

Me, Myself, and I

This past week we started reading and analyzing the story of Siddhartha. I have been looking forward to reading this book all year, as Buddhism and the story of Siddhartha have always interested me. When I was a little younger I went on a trip to India, and in an attempt to educate me before arriving my mother had me read a red book about the life of the Buddha, starting out from when he was young Siddhartha in a palace with luxurious everything. He went for a ride (or a walk or something unusual for him) outside of the palace gates when he saw a procession of people mourning over a dead person. He had never experienced sadness, sickness, or death, and therefore was very intrigued and shocked at how the world wasn't as perfect as it had been made out to be. This is not the same story as the one translated by Herman Hesse we are reading in class, however having a slight connection to the overall concept makes me appreciate Siddhartha that much more.


Siddartha's view on life is quite different than what was the norm for his peers (as in the Samanas), although he did not realize what he wanted from the very beginning. He had the incredible tolerance and patience to become a Samana, and excelled at everything his teachers taught him. He kept wanting more, to learn new things, and that is when I formed my opinion that he was arrogant. Siddhartha realized what he wanted to do was find one's Self, and hey; the more power to him! But he told off the Buddha rather harshly and with an air of cockiness and I did not like how he talked to the Buddha, especially when the Buddha was only trying to help him realize his arrogance before it led to his fall. I think it's very understandable that Siddhartha would want to find his own way, yet I believe he is becoming over-confident in himself. It is very intriguing to see if Siddhartha follows the hero's path and in the near future falls.