ENGLISH Revision

Hiya, I'm preparing for my A Level English exams and I thought it would be interesting for us bloggers to share our knowledge and difficulties concerning the prose and poems involved in this year's syllabus. So whether you read these books to spend time or as part of your school syllabus please feel free to start discussions on any subject of your choice. The books included in my syllabus are:

-Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood.
-Top Girls by Caryl Churchill.
-Selected poems (Part 3); Songs of Ourselves.
-Twelfth Night by W. Shakespeare.
-Rape of the Lock by Alexander Pope.
-Rosencrantz and Guildernstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard.

Thanks! :)

Time Changes Perception

I cry to you,
Cry cry cry,
I howl to you,
Howl howl howl,
I whisper to you,
Whisper whisper whisper.
Love it was yesterday,
Infatuation it seems today,
Foolish innocence it will ressemble tomorrow.
To you I cried yesterday my love,
To you I howl my confusion today,
To you tomorrow I will whisper my awkwardness.

The Very Ordinary Life of Perdita Abbott-PROLOGUE

Perdita Abbott was 17 years old and the most ordinary girl you could have met. She had acne, dark red curly middle-length hair that had resisted all straightening irons, a skinny boyish figure and she couldn't see her own feet without her glasses. She went to high school, had two best friends with whom she ate lunch everyday under the big oak tree in the school yard and got along so desperately well with boys that they had stopped seeing her as a girl and now saw her only as a buddy.

But everyone was unaware that Perdita Abbott had a secret. A mystical secret that she was brought up to hide. A secret that made her exultant when she thought about her luck and guilty when she remembered what it had cost her family: Perdita Abbott was a sorcerer.

POEM

It's strange how far I feel,
Far from myself I mean.
Or perhaps it's more like far in myself.
I'm here;
I hear them.
I see them.
I feel them.
But only from far.
As if I was bewitched to live everything at the third degree.
But who would have bewitched me?
I don't have enemies that are skilled and fierce enough to do that.
Oh it's no use pondering over the author of an ill I don't even mind.
Yes, I think I like it.
It's weirdly comfortable,
A feeling that is quarter drowsiness,
Quarter detachment,
Quarter high and
Quarter I don't know what.
Feeling numb makes me feel less vulnerable.

But a misty cloud of fear surrounds me.
What if I can't ever grasp full control again?
What if something awful happened tomorrow
And I was unable to react appropriately?
But what is 'appropriately' first?
Is it what people think normal?
And who are those people?
Majority? Upper class? Intellectuals?
And what if while I'm asking these questions my bewitcher is
Creating a more devastating spell for my confused mind?
Is there no shield to protect myself from those forces?
If yes, where can I find it?
Why couldn't life be a f*cking choose-and-order service?
After all, we already have an almighty owner,
Ineffective HRM and slow and unreliable customer care.