Notes 2 & 3

note 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SM48B-MUBzs
I'm the opening scene of Brave heart, our character is with his beloved wife on horse back. we see him in the happiest moments of his life, but shortly they are to be taken. shortly after his wife is murdered and William
Wallace, our tragic hero, begins to seek revenge. the death of his only true love dictated his life completely, and drove him to his own death. he begins to slowly build an army to retake the life of his fallen angel. he succeeds in the force but is ended up in enemy hands as a prisoner of war. the daughter of the man trying to kill this "brave heart" ends up sneaking to him in his cell which is his last moment of life. she begs him to take a poison so he'd feel no pain, but the fact that his own heart is now shattered, he sees no reason to live and spits it out. hes put onto the chopping board basically, tortured and mutilated in front of hundreds, and sees his own death. this inspires millions to rebel against the, now even more hated, English crown who was trying to engulf their land. they drive to victory in William's name.
the fact of the matter is that the deaths in this film hit home at the hearts of those around them. in consumes its relatives, and pushes them to the extremes in order to seek justice. William himself rose from the ashes of his widow and put the country on his shoulders to seek the revenge of his beloved. he drove to victory, he reclaimed his land, and he saved the names of thousands who died just as his wife did. his acts of heroism were born with the death of his closest love, and look what happened when his ow  time was done; the country did the same.

note 3


Bright Day
By Stanley Moss b. 1925 Stanley Moss 


I sing this morning: Hello, hello.
I proclaim the bright day of the soul.
The sun is a good fellow,
the devil is a good guy, no deaths today I know.
I live because I live. I do not die because I cannot die.
In Tuscan sunlight Masaccio
painted his belief that St. Peter’s shadow
cured a cripple, gave him back his sight.
I’ve come through eighty-five summers. I walk in sunlight.
In my garden, death questions every root, flowers reply.
I know the dark night of the soul
does not need God’s eye,
as a beggar does not need a hand or a bowl.

in the poem above, the aspect of death seems to be somewhat hidden within. the speaker tells the reader of his troubles and how he no longer fears death, or its upcoming.  he speaks of his years , and how he still has plenty more. he tells a tale of how his own garden warns him, and feels the same as him in the lines, "I’ve come through eighty-five summers. I walk in sunlight. In my garden, death questions every root, flowers reply." he also whispers of the heavens and hell, as to how the devil wont claim him today nor god need to tell him when its his time. but through all these messages, death shows itself as an impending release, not so much a dreaded date. he speaks of St Peter, and how the saint cured a man's site only by letting his shadow cast upon him. through the Epiphany our speaker continues to show his fearlessness of the dark death seeking him here soon, and continues to show he enjoys living. death doesn't necessarily have to be a villainous shadow, but more as a ship seeking to only take you on. the end doesn't need to be bad, as this speaker has so boldly shown in his eighty-five years of breathing.