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Love Through the Ages overview
Love through the AgesThis final examination syntheses the skills and learning of the whole course. In theexam, you will study closely unprepared texts from ALL GENRES, chosen acrosstime and linked by theme. You will compare the extracts in terms of subject matterand style, using your wider reading to inform your judgements about: •the ways different writers at different times approach the theme of love •the ways different readers interpret texts‘Love’ will include romantic love but will not be restricted to that single definition.Your reading of love should include: •all 3 genres (poetry, prose and drama) •literature written by both men and women •literature through time (from Chaucer to the present day) •some non-fiction texts AO1 AO2 AO3 AO4 7.5% 7.5% 7.5% 7.5% 60% of the total A2 marks 30% of the total A Level marks
Unit 3 ExaminationThe Examination will be a 2 ½ hours written exam with 4 unseen extracts.There will be two compulsory questions, each question marked out of 40.Question1 will ask you to compare 2 extracts of the same genre (poetry,prose or drama). The question will require close reading of the texts as wellas reference to your wider reading of love literature of the same genreQuestion 2 will invite you to compare 2 extracts (of the remaining twogenres) on some aspect of love through the ages and how the writerspresent this. You will use your wider reading in the same genres as theextracts to inform your interpretations
True or False?1. Love is a pleasure2. Love has a civilising and humanising influence3. Love does not come of itself; it requires effort and art to cultivate4. The psychology of the sexes differs ideas taken from Ovid’s The Art of Love
Love is…Brainstorm all the different ways in which loveis portrayed, and the role it plays, in fiction andnon-fiction narratives (novels, drama, film,newspapers and magazine articles of real-lifestories, TV drama).If you had to describe an object thatsymbolised: •romantic love •parental love •lost love •passionate love •unrequited love •self love .....................................................what would it be?
Researching Key PeriodsYour reading of literature of love should start with Chaucer and progress throughtime to contemporary writing. You therefore need to be familiar with the ways inwhich social, historical and cultural contexts shape the literary traditions, and howthe texts reflect or challenge the contexts in which they are written.Like all artistic movements, literature tends to swing inreaction against the previous age. •Medieval •Elizabethan & Jacobean •Restoration •Augustan •Romantic •Victorian & Edwardian •Modernist •Post-modernist
Love is…"This is the true measure of love, "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,When we believe that we alone can love, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes,That no one could ever have loved so before us, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears.And that no one will ever love in the same way What is it else? A madness most discreet,after us." A choking gall and a preserving sweet." [Romeo] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet "The symptoms produced by this passion as a disease, according to medical writers as follows: The eye-lids often Love is patient, love is kind and is twinkle, the eyes are hollow, and yet appear as if full with not jealous; pleasure: the pulse is not peculiar to the passion... As the love does not brag and is not force of love prevails, sighs grow deeper; a tremor affects the arrogant, does not act heart and the pulse... a loss of appetite, a hectic fever, unbecomingly; melancholy, or perhaps madness, if not death, constitutes it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into the sad catastrophe." account a wrong suffered, Treasury of Encyclopedia Britannica "Love in Medicine" does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with"if we feel, we would that anothers nerves should vibrate to our own, the truth;that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt 1 Corinthians 13:4-7,13into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lipsquivering and burning with the hearts best blood. This is Love." Percy Bysshe Shelley Essay on Love
Choosing a picture, brainstorm ideas about the image – thekind of love presented, attitudes to gender, the tone andperspective on love, HOW it is presented, context andLINKS to poems you have studied.
The Dance of Life, 1900"the battle between man and woman thatis called love". Munch
The Kiss is a discreet expression of Klimt’s emphasis on eroticism andthe liberation therein. The Kiss falls in line with Klimt’s exploration offulfilment and the redeeming, transformative power of love and art.
Even after all this time,the sun never saysto the earth,"You owe me."Look what happenswith a love like that -it lightsthe whole world....Hafiz
Do not say my love wasA ring or a bracelet.My love is a siege,Is the daring and headstrong.Who, searching sail out to their death.Do not say my love wasA moon.My love is a burst of sparks.Nizar Qabbani
LETTER FROM UNDER THE SEA – Nazir QabbaniIf you are my friend...Help me...to leave youOr if you are my lover...Help me...so I can be healed of you...If I knew....that the ocean is very deep...I would not have swam...If I knew...how I would end,I would not have beganI desire you...so teach me not to desire Love Compared – Nazirteach me... Qabbanihow to cut the roots of your love from the depthsteach me...how tears may die in the eyesand love may commit suicide I do not resemble your otherIf you are prophet, lovers, my ladyCleanse me from this spellDeliver me from this atheism... should another give you a cloudYour love is like atheism...so purify me from this atheism I give you rainIf you are strong... Should he give you a lantern, IRescue me from this oceanFor I dont know how to swim will give you the moonThe blue waves...in your eyesdrag me...to the depths Should he give you a branchblue...blue... I will give you the treesnothing but the color blue And if another gives you a shipand I have no experiencein love...and no boat... I shall give you the journey.If I am dear to youthen take my handFor I am filled with desire...from myhead to my feetI am breathing under water!I am drowning...drowning...drowning...
When I Love You – Nizar QibbaniWhen I love youA new language springs up,New cities, new countries discovered.The hours breathe like puppies,Wheat grows between the pages of books,Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fireAnd Nubian drums beat.When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm.When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrateAgainst the ages of repressionAnd the agesOf revenge against the laws of the tribe.And I, when I love you,March against ugliness,Against the kings of salt,Against the institutionalization of the desert.And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives;I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.
BADLY CHOSEN LOVER – rosemary tonksCriminal, you took a great piece of my life,And you took it under false pretences,That piece of time-- In the clear muscles of my brainI have th lens and jug of it!Books, thoughts, meals, days, and houses,Half Europe, spent like a coarse banknote,You took it -- leaving mud and cabbage stumps.And, Criminal, I damn you for it (very softly).My spirit broke her fast on you. And, Turk,You fed her with the breath of your neck-- In my brain’s clear retinaI have the stolen love behaviour.Your heart, greedy and tepid, brothel-meat,Gulped it, like a flunkey with erotica.And very softly, Criminal, I damn you for it.
may i feel said he (e.e. cummings)may i feel said he(ill squeal said shejust once said he)its fun said she(may i touch said hehow much said shea lot said he)why not said she(lets go said henot too far said shewhats too far said hewhere you are said she)may i stay said he(which way said shelike this said heif you kiss said shemay i move said heis it love said she)if youre willing said he(but youre killing said shebut its life said hebut your wife said shenow said he)ow said she(tiptop said hedont stop said sheoh no said he)go slow said she(cccome?said heummm said she)youre divine!said he(you are Mine said she)
If I Could Tell You (W.H. Auden)Time will say nothing but I told you so,Time only knows the price we have to pay;If I could tell you I would let you know.If we should weep when clowns put on their show,If we should stumble when musicians play,Time will say nothing but I told you so.There are no fortunes to be told, although,Because I love you more than I can say,If I could tell you I would let you know.The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,There must be reasons why the leaves decay;Time will say nothing but I told you so.Perhaps the roses really want to grow,The vision seriously intends to stay;If I could tell you I would let you know.Suppose all the lions get up and go,And all the brooks and soldiers run away;Will Time say nothing but I told you so?If I could tell you I would let you know.
Leaning Into The Afternoons (Pablo Neruda)Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens andflames,its arms turning like a drowning mans.I send out red signals across your absent eyesthat move like the sea near a lighthouse.You keep only darkness, my distant female,from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad netsto that sea that beats on your marine eyes.The birds of night peck at the first starsthat flash like my soul when I love you.The night gallops on its shadowy mareshedding blue tassels over the land