Analysis Disabled by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,

And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,

Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park

Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,

Voices of play and pleasure after day,

Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay

When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,

 — In the old times, before he threw away his knees.

 Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
 All of them touch him like some queer disease.

  

There was an artist silly for his face,

 For it was younger than his youth, last year.

Now he is old; his back will never brace;

He's lost his colour very far from here

Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,

 And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,

And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.

One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .

Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
 Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
 He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.

 Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
 Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
 For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
 And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
 Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.

And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.

Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.

Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,

And do what things the rules consider wise,  

And take whatever pity they may dole.  

To-night he noticed how the women's eyes

Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.

How cold and late it is! Why don't they come

And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
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This poem is pretty negative/disappointed/pessimistic whatever you want to  call it. 

This is shown by several phrases. "queer diseases" , "shivered in his ghastly suit of grey", "he will never feel.."

Some of the stanzas are optimistic, at least, he thought they were optimistic.  They were about the army, before joining them. "No fears of fear came yet"

When he'd joined the army, he wished he had not lied about this age to join the army and he wished he never joined the army at all.


The contrasts used are:
disabled vs. healthy
whole vs. broken
cheered to war vs. cheered home
youth vs. old
truth vs. lie


A lot of rhyme is used in this poem. Also, metaphor ("threw away his knees"), personification ("Town used to swing so gay"), simile ("he'd look a god") and alliteration ("smart salutes") is used.

Revision of the poem weeks

The past weeks, we’ve been learning about poems and stylistic devices. I think the poems about World War I were interesting but difficult. I found it hard to get the real meaning of these poems. We’ve had the stylistic devices previous year, this year it was less difficult. It was interesting to learn more about these poems but when we had discussed like three poems, I felt like we already had discussed more than enough of those poems. While analyzing the poems, I thought it was amazing how these people could describe such normal things with such difficult words/sentences. It really amazed me. I think I could never do that.

Analysing an ad by using the advertising checklist

Source: http://justcreativedesign.com/2008/07/30/192-of-the-best-smart-clever-creative-advertisements/
Target audience: everyone who has to organize a funeral
Topic: Funeral service
Theme: Funerals
Informative: yes, when you need the help of a funeral service, you can look at the little tiny letters. There is an address or something
Reminder? No, not really
Comperative? Not really either...


AIDA:
Attention: "Come a little closer"
Interest: "Why would it be placed near a railway? You'll die when a train is coming along."
Desire: Good service to remember when you need it.
Action: Write it down somewhere.


Logo: the 2 crosses with circles underneath
Slogan: none
Transference: associates with the death
Bandwagon: none
Exaggeration: none
Stereotyping: not really
Using famous people: no


Persuasive language: Yes, "come a little closer"
Rhetoric: no
Jargon: not either
Intertextuality: No.
Loaded language: no
Naming: no
Slang: no
Imagery: no
Personification: no
Wordplay: no
Sound patterning: no


Shot type: the picture has been taken in a way the text is really outstanding
Rule of thirds: a little bit, the centre of the ad on the wall is on such a "rule of thirds - dot"
Colours: neutral, not too obvious
Lighting: nothing special about it
Background: -
Foreground: -
Images: - 

Discussing Dulce et Decorum est and the Toyota ad

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

This poem consists of words which have a negative glow on them. He wrote the whole poem in a dramatic way, by using rhyme it became a good readable story. It also gave more feeling to the story, like you really feel what's happening at that moment (at least, that's how I felt). It describes how hard life was as an soldier fighting for your country. "Dulce et Docorum est pro patria mori" means "it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country." Owen does not agree on this. "All went lame, all blind", "Obscene as cancer". These are parts of a text you wouldn't like to happen to you. This is a hard poem to read. Owen used rhyme (blood - cud), simile (coughing like hags), and alliteration ("And watch the white eyes writhing in his face") in his poem.

I think this is an interesting poem, it describes life as a soldier (which was horrible). It took some time to analyse this but it was worth it. Life as a soldier was not good at all.


Yes, i know i don't have enough words, but i have been working on this for like 3 days and i could not come up with more words.


The features of the Toyota ad

This ad has a witty, arresting image, it's an eyecatcher when you're looking through a magazine or something. When people have a closer look, they will see that there's a lady in the middle.
It also has clear graphics, it gives you a modern feel, it's not like an ad from 50 years ago.
The "TOYOTA" is the prominent logo of the ad. You may say it's not really a logo, but people easily recognize it. The first thing you see when you look at this picture is the "Zero emissions" and the 'flower' on the background. When you take a little time to analyse this picture, you'll see there's a lady in the middle of the flower, and that they try to create zero emissions. ("aim")
This is an interesting ad, there is a lot to discover and to think about.