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Comparing the Emigree and Kamikaze
Transcript of Comparing the Emigree and Kamikaze
There once was a country... I left it as a child /
but my memory of it is sunlight-clear
Her father embarked at sunrise
with a flask of water, a samurai sword /
in the cockpit, a shaven head
full of powerful incantations
Reminiscent of fairytale
Child - Connotations of
innocence and lack of
control over destiny
Metaphor revealing her
nostalgia which links to opening
Double meaning of 'incantations'
Main idea = Importance of country in relation to identity
The worst news I receive of it cannot break /
my original view, the bright, filled paperweight. /
It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants, /
but I am branded by an impression of sunlight.
grandfather’s boat – safe
to the shore, salt-sodden, awash
with cloud-marked mackerel,
black crabs, feathery prawns,
the loose silver of whitebait and once /
a tuna, the dark prince, muscular, dangerous.
Similarly, in Kamikaze, the speaker is constantly compared to a standard and found lacking, this can be seen as.....
That child’s vocabulary I carried here
like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar.
Soon I shall have every coloured molecule of it.
It may by now be a lie, banned by the state
but I can’t get it off my tongue. It tastes of sunlight..
And though he came back
my mother never spoke again
in his presence, nor did she meet his eyes
and the neighbours too, they treated him
as though he no longer existed,
only we children still chattered and laughed
Main Idea = Clash between national and personal identity
Main Idea = Although more positive - her identity is tethered to her country
My city takes me dancing through the city
of walls. They accuse me of absence, they circle me. They accuse me of being dark in their free city.
Till gradually we too learned
to be silent, to live as though
he had never returned, that this
was no longer the father we loved.
And sometimes, she said, he must have wondered
which had been the better way to die.
In the Emigree, Rumens' seems to be in constant conflict with reality as......