The foregoing analysis has shown how the slash in Homebody/Kabul has multiple implications, ranging from merely structural issues to political and philosophical questions. On the plot level, the title does, of course, indicate the play’s division into two parts with different settings. But more importantly, the title’s juxtaposition of the two terms simultaneously separated and connected through the slash actually encapsulates some of the play’s central topics: the symbolic and systemic violence inherent in the creation of totalizing boundaries, becoming a tool in an imperialistic struggle for domination; the dependence of a stable hegemonic identity on its difference from a projected (and excluded) homogeneous Other; and, conversely, the questionable nature of the supposed integrity of the self, always already challenged by the heterogeneity of inappropriable alterity. Although this article is primarily a textual analysis of the play as published in book form, one can imagine how these issues affect an audience. The Homebody’s monologue confronts the spectators with the …show more content…
Adding to the perturbing effect of this atmosphere, the total disappearance of the titular character (who has established a certain rapport with the audience in her hour-long monologue) is bound to be disconcerting. The fact that her fate is never clarified, denying the audience closure, leaves them with an uncertainty that inevitably challenges the their sense of wholeness, creating an epistemic loss that is in tune with the Homebody’s loss of
The mother was seen in the office today by me again. It was a result of my calling her up yesterday that she showed up. Her dress was very simple, not what I espected at all. She seem ambivalent about coming to see me – didn’t know what I was going to do I guess. Most of the time we talked about Charlie.
POV: SteveI never seen Sodapop look so...gloomy. He was always the happier one of the bunch, but ever since our gang has fallen...with deaths. First it was Johnny and Dally, then Darry and Ponyboy. His own brothers. Two-Bit was off somewhere with his children.
Chillin ' with a hair tie, No makeup, with some sweatpants on You know I can always be that guy You can think about me all night long But I think you need something to think of me Something that will keep you warm
"Come read the rest of this, honey. " His mother had joined him on the porch. "It's a trip. " The torture chair looked normal in the hours before tea. Madame poured a second cup of tea for herself, and offered to do the same for the visiting luminary.
Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh? " I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape.
After the bridge being blown up, I’d bet all the streets of Wirrawee would be swarming with all those dirty, foreign soldiers. So I insentiently decided to take all the back roads to the hospital. I maneuvered the Landie as best as I could around all the carnage. It was without question one of the most disturbing and distressing things I have ever seen; my home town was gradually being destroyed. Every street I drove down had an eerie silence to it, and most houses seemed to be blown up like
It was a cold and chilly December night in New Mexico. I, having not a care in the world, decided to warm up my bones with a nice cup of joe at the local IHOP restaurant. Everything was going to plan right until the waitress brought my coffee. I dropped my menu and my jaw. She may as well have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
To understand life one must understand death. As God gives life, there is The Phantom to take it away. People tend to fear things they don 't understand, and they don 't they People fear death.
The play, although only a few pages long, is able to depict how the stages of life, the birth of one’s child, one’s marriage, the
Ivory's P.O.V. It's been a few days since I've physically seen Mark, but we have been texting. Knowing that he's a trainee for a boy band made me not want to just latch on to him in that way of liking so I decided to drown myself into our competition. I've practically lived in the music hall relying on Professor Johnson to help me with his expertise knowledge.
In the Canadian society we are blessed to be a community of accepting people. In wake of social issues the world is facing today such as appropriation of certain cultures, discrimination against a certain race and many more. The play Calpurnia makes us truly examine and think about what is happening in the world while addressing real world issues. The play that’s about and revolves around a wealthy Jamaican-Canadian woman named Julie has never truly experienced racism and prejudice against her, is writing a play about a house made in the 1930s. Her brother Mark, who claims that she is not black enough tells her that she cannot write a play and change Calpurnia story because she has never truly experience what it feels like to be judged;
The beginning of the play, thus, implies notions of identity as grounded in the human body and safeguarded by the home. Unlike the word ‘Homebody’, referring to an anonymous person, the title’s second term, ‘Kabul’, is a proper name, identifying a specific place in its geographical and socio-historical particularities, the very place where the Homebody, in the interstice between scene 1 and scene 2, has traveled and disappeared and where Priscilla, her daughter, is now looking for her body. Here the spectator is confronted with quite different homes and other bodies. As to the Afghan home, the verbal scenery emphasizes the city’s ruinous state.
From her internal thoughts and observations, the reader is given knowledge of the exact extent to which Ellie’s own mortality affects her thoughts, actions, and enjoyment of her whole life. The impact of the knowledge is best demonstrated when the reader is told, “Yet
Moise enthusiastically strolled down the smooth cement sidewalk. He safely guarded his books under his tightening grip. He gave out a sigh of relief when he frantically checked his watch for the time. It was his last day of class before he would graduate and earn his second master's degree. He always gave off an amiable, warmhearted look, but his face was much more than that.
Me Nobody likes being alone right? Well loneliness is the only mess I’m in. Empty life with scattered thoughts, I’d clean my mind up but still be filled with your mindless thoughts. They’re all I got, my shadow reminds me of your reflection; dark and mysterious. You’d smile back