Late Post (no pun)

I write for the peoples entertainment. The beauty of writing is that is it can be acted.
When you act you are producing words that equal something of meaning. We express ourselves with words that have significant meaning. If I want I can tell you something, I can write it, I can speak it, you can read it and listen. I may want to communicate with you through a mask. If i write for pleasure or from my heart to express my love for a woman.

You are able to write also, it may not be for the pleasure of our audince but a qualification for your profession. You write for a purpose. Everyone writes. We produce something words mean 123 or abc to equal feelings and understanding.

Though listen to my writes and you feel and emotion. Do you like my words, the same words you know of. I can write you may write better then me but I write with a purpose to produce…. a sonnet for Tuesday.


Fate; Karma and Efforts

When I wrote “A Risen in the Sun”, I did not contain any discriminatory description on the black woman – Mama (Lena) . She acts like some of her domain, as if she is really inferior to whites. She believes the fate that she as well as her own people are considered to belongs to the lower class. However, Joseph, the husband of Beneatha who is the daughter of Lena suggests them to make an effort to change the negative impression emerged among whites and try to be themselves but not imitating what whites’ appearance and their deeds. Being not stubborn on believing so-called fate finally made a difference in their lives.

As described in the Nun’ priest tale, Pertelote allusively laughs at Chauntecleer that trusted the prediction in his dream as a warning from god and the so-called fate. The false believing in Pertelote caused Chauntecleer get caught by the fox. Eventually, he successfully eacaped from the month of fox, because Karma works. It is the destiny of fox.

It is contradictory that the characters in my plot believing themselves can make a change on their fate that blacks seems to be inferior than whites. Nonetheless, the animals in the tale rescued themselves by believing destiny, the karma.

I don’t want to discuss the existence of God here and I respect every one has its own belief. However, sometimes it is tricky and difficult to explain what the cause of an issue, what is right or wrong. In fact it all depends on what your philosophy is, what your religion is and what world value you possess.

The Nun’s Priest’s Tale and morals

It is clear that I have told the readers what my feelings and thoughts are about dreams and morality. But I cannot help but wonder whether I should have made my tale longer than I did. All the other tales seem to be quite long and very rich in their words. Despite all of my thoughts about how I wrote my tale, I think that my tale has the most depth to it. I talk about dreams holding a very big motive in people’s lives’. It is the people in the story that do not take their dreams very seriously. The story of the two men who lodged seperately and then one of them was murdered, was a very common thing to have occured any place or time. The cock at the end of the story grow throughout the tale always because of his wives, and specifically his wife, Pertelote. She helped him through his toughest times. Women will always have the upper hand in marriage and life whether men want to agree with it or not.

Dark Lady & Alison Comparison

Oh Alison thy friend! How we both compare
Tis our men aren’t enough so we must be shared
Our beauty is rich with much power
and we seek for another for we aren’t cowards
How great it is to be in bed with someone less of age
For being with an old man feels like being trapped in a cage
Oh the joy I feel while being with “Fair Youth”!
Life feels amazing and I understand you

The Miller told a beatiful tale. However I’m confused why are all the men in love with the carpenter’s wife. My father told me that a man should love his wife and his wife should always stick to her husband no matter what. So why is she sleeping with Nicholas? Nicholas is not her husband. I guess I should ask my father. He knows everything.

The Miller Quits the Prologue

I feel it fair to speak mine word

of what Chaucer told thee first

Now for he is a courtly sober sort
and he hath spared thee the worst
I was traveling with the pilgrims too
those folk of mixed classes
and to tell you true I saw a few
horses that were rode by talking asses
The Knight so true and so flushed
for a lover’s tale he did wet himself
His heart swooned, his armor rust
The Pardoner and his sinful wealth
Selling heaven as he’s going to hell
The Lady Bath her ripe lusty health
her husbands dead, screwed too well
The creaky rude Reeve who telleth
a lying yarn about a man with a mill
Though a drunkard I be
I see more clearly
than thee who hold dearly
courtly ways and pious acts
Chaucer giveth the verse,
the Miller giveth the facts.