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Nurse Ratched

Internal Oral Presentation --poem in Carol Ann Duffy's style enlivening Nurse Ratched from OFOTKN
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"The perspective of women—the female voice—is clearly of great importance to Duffy...Duffy suggests that women have an important perspective—an untold, heretofore unaccounted for, way of making sense of the world. Duffy has time and again made it her mission to account for and recount that perspective."
--> "dramatic monologue delivered in a woman’s voice...form is a feminist act"
--Broadviewpress DUFFY (form & purpose of poem) Subvert TRADITION Duffy is interested in traditional poetic forms, in rhyme, in the kind of simplicity she has explained as “us[ing] simple words but in a complicated way” INVISIBLE WOMEN One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest First I grew
to the size of a big bad wolf.
Size. Nothing more.
Boobs. Tattoo.
Why, ridiculed.

Clock click. Click clock. Time.
Cuckoo sings the wooden fellow,
sings
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
times.
Next was the roar: time. Wake up.
Scanlon. Seafelt.
Martini. McMurphy.
Charles Cheswick.
Bibbit. Bromden. Bancini.
Rowdy rabbits.

They were in hiding, hopped around the walls.
I smelled the sickness, not the bug.
Light could not pour
itself into this isolated, forgotten place.
Hunting season had just begun.

I loped around the corners,
glided on top of a mantle of dust.
Looked over left, right.
There.

Then was McMurphy,
hopping, bobbiting, bibbiting down.
Smurf. Laugh. Chill down spine.
Grew, transformed, deformed.
Up, looked down.
He was a wolf. Shot himself on top
of me,
touched me where it hurt.

Next, I was muted.
Stripped. Bare. Exposed.
Changed.
My barks and growls bounced from the icy walls,
cold embrace. Words drowned in the vast
density of darkness;
drunk of a sweet delight.
A drop of sadness.
Interruptions, no roars,
Name.

An army of rabbits
Glared in the background. They grew
I shrank. Who knew?
I became a rabbit, perhaps was one from the start.
And them, wolves,
wolves all along. Response to women's role in society - free verse
- no constant rhyming scheme
- 7 stanzas
-Lines: 5, 11, 5, 4, 8, 10, 6
-Syllables: 1 to 13 NURSE RATCHED BEING AUTHORITARIAN "Only at the last--after he'd smashed through that glassed door, her face swinging around, with terror forever ruining any other look she might ever try to use again, screaming when he grabbed her and ripped her uniform all the way down the front, screaming again when the two nippled circles started from her chest and swelled out and out, bigger than anybody had ever imagined, warm and pink in the light." (318-19) First I grew
to the size of a big bad wolf.
Size. Nothing more.
Boobs. Tattoo.
Why, ridiculed.

Clock click. Click clock. Time.
Cuckoo sings the wooden fellow,
sings
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
times.
Next was the roar: time. Wake up.
Scanlon. Seafelt.
Martini. McMurphy.
Charles Cheswick.
Bibbit. Bromden. Bancini.
Rowdy rabbits.

They were in hiding, hopped around the walls.
I smelled the sickness, not the bug.
Light could not pour
itself into this isolated, forgotten place.
Hunting season had just begun.

I loped around the corners,
glided on top of a mantle of dust.
Looked over left, right.
There.

Then was McMurphy,
hopping, bobbiting, bibbiting down.
Smurf. Laugh. Chill down spine.
Grew, transformed, deformed.
Up, looked down.
He was a wolf. Shot himself on top
of me,
touched me where it hurt.

Next, I was muted.
Stripped. Bare. Exposed.
Changed.
My barks and growls bounced from the icy walls,
cold embrace. Words drowned in the vast
density of darkness;
drunk of a sweet delight.
A drop of sadness.
Interruptions, no roars,
Name.

An army of rabbits
Glared in the background. They grew
I shrank. Who knew?
I became a rabbit, perhaps was one from the start.
And them, wolves,
wolves all along. - prosodic devices
- alliteration
- enumeration
- metaphor
- auditory imagery
- tactual imagery
- enjambment
- irony Rabbit & Wolf NURSE RATCHED creative poem in Duffy's style Bibliography IMAGES http://www.sagg.com.sg/page/index.php?option=com_content&task=category&sectionid=10&id=119&Itemid=181
http://designspiration.net/image/3502179161912/
http://farisyakob.typepad.com/blog/culture/
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2011/sep/05/fifties-women-daytime-tv
http://blog.modcloth.com/category/arts-life/
http://www.20x200.com/blog/blogimages/michelle_weinberg_david_castillo_gallery/michelle_weinberg1.jpg
http://nikidesaintphalle.org/press/coverage/20100807_lincolnjournalstar
http://vi.sualize.us/j_j_cromer_topo_9_15_x_22_mixed_media_on_paper_line_art_sketch_painting_picture_cgNr.html
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs4/i/2005/134/b/c/What_Time_is_it__Mr__Wolf__by_Buuya.jpg
http://theanimalarium.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-safari-what-makes-bunnies.html
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=9368758
http://bellesouth-rebecca.blogspot.com/2011/09/tag-tuesday-flower-pot-and-story-song.html
http://www.kathysart.com/images_paintings/beginning.jpg
INFO
http://sites.broadviewpress.com/bablinstructors/files/2012/04/BABL-Instructors-Carol-Ann-Duffy.pdf
http://www.shmoop.com/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest/power-quotes-3.html
http://www.usnews.com/news/articles/2010/03/12/the-1960s-a-decade-of-change-for-women
http://jefferson.library.millersville.edu/reserve/ENGL482_Craven_Fixing%20Men.pdf drawing upon Kesey's character Chapter 3 Chapter 5
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