Mocking Epics. Compare and Contrast.
In the story The Rape of the Lock, many of the characters and event were written and described in ways that caused many minor confusion but at the same time, developed a genre in which I can admit, made the story a lot more interesting and fun to read. Similar to Beowulf, the story occurs with the elements that are involved in a misunderstanding and battle between two or more characters. This all includes an argument in which was created to achieve something one of the characters want. In the Rape of the lock (to be honest, I forgot their names) one of the characters wanted to chop of a piece of hair, and with that being said, Pope managed to make the story revolve such a minor issue in which we know wouldn’t be a big deal at all in reality. However, this was one of the ways that made the story have a thought that really didn’t seem important but had the readers believe that the situation actually was a huge deal. Also, many of the other smaller parts such as the tea cups and other kitchen materials were used in a part of the epic with such great meaning, movement, and description that made every little thing in the epic seem “alive.” As for the difference with Beowulf, I felt like the story didn’t have much of these epic elements that the Rape of the Lock had. For myself, Beowulf was always known as an epic, but didn’t have much of the humorous and foolish pieces that made the story something I would actually want to read.
Your Mock-Heroic Style.
Just before I left my room,
I’ve noticed what a devastating sight I see.
Since last week, a tornado swept thought out
The kingdom, and left nothing but a tiny path
For myself to walk through. With all the debris
And damage across the roads, a huge tsunami
That occurred the night before took over many
Of the socks and shirts that were lying all over
Street and dragged them all to time square.
With a pitcher of tears, hail began shoot all
Over the fluffy jungle right below my feet.
There was nothing I can do, there was nothing
NO ONE could do. There is nothing left for
Anyone. All hope is lost and there’s nothing
To live for at this point. Humanity is about to
Come to end, and again, no one could do
Anything about it.
Until the perfect time the light shined through,
An angel from above was sent down to do what
God has asked her to do. In the blink of an eye,
I witness right before my eyes, the angel at her
Full potential, swinging debris back and forth
And building skyscrapers to the way they stood
Before. With the power of her fluffy stick, no piece
Of metal or wood, or dirt or trash, were lying in the
Streets of New York City, and the once so fluffy bed,
Became the neatest place for a king to rest.
