Great Gatsby Multi Genre Project
Joseph Chung 4th block
Chapter 1: Found Poem
I wanted no more glimpses into the human heart.
Only Gatsby was exempt, there was something gorgeous about him,
Perhaps it was heightened sensitivity to the promises of life
Or an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness likely I shall never find again.
Gatsby turned out all right, it is what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that
Caused abortive sorrows and short-winded elations.
Life was beginning over again with the summer. It was a matter of chance that
I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities where there are
Men who reach such an acute limited excellence where everything afterward savors
Of anticlimax, women buoyed up as though upon a anchored balloon, one a beautiful
Little fool, and the other a nice girl.
It was deep summer on roadhouse roof, the wind had blown off, leaving a loud,
Bright night; the silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight.
I was not alone, a figure was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars, come out to determine what share was his of our local Heavens.
He stretched out his arms toward a single green light, minute and far way. Vanished. Alone again in the unquiet darkness...
Explanation of Found Poem
Chapter 2: Recipe for Myrtle
- A valley of ash
- A surplus of Flesh (about 160 pounds)
- A Bucket of Vitality
- 3 cups of Powerful Emotions 1 cup for each emotion( Pride, Love, Confidence)
- A stack of Gossip magazines
- A wardrobe filled with expensive clothes
- A source of Money (preferably a wealthy suitor)
- 1 tiny teaspoon of shame
- 1 large cup of regret
- A small sprinkle of dignity
- A large cup of hope and wishful thinking
To make your very own Myrtle Wilson you need a valley of ash. It is the perfect setting for her as it contrasts the dull gray life that she oh so desperately wants to flee away from. The valley of ash will provide you Myrtle a sense of dislike and hatred for the life she lives there and provide the motivation in finding a new life that is common in Myrtle. Next, you need a decent amount of flesh for her bodily shape and for her outward appearance. We want you Myrtle to be as genuine as possible, so a surplus of flesh that keeps your Myrtle looking like the actual one. After that, you need to pour in a bucket of Vitality that makes Myrtle seem alive in such a desolate area and therefore provides the certain charm to her character that stands out and makes her noticeable. You then want to add the three cups of powerful emotions. First you want a large cup of Pride so that your Myrtle will be full of self-esteem despite her figure and make it so that your Myrtle will be as haughty and sensuous. You also want to add a cup of Love so that Myrtle will have the commitment to her husband while also having the thirst for pleasure and joy in finding love in a different person besides her husband. Then a cup of confidence so that your Myrtle is not afraid to stand out and show her expensive flashy clothes and to give her the self-esteem that can never be brought down by others as she considers herself to be on the top. After adding these three emotions, the next step is to add a stack of gossip magazines. This will provide a creation of a talkative, blabbing, distrustful Myrtle just like the actual one. You then want to get her a source of money preferably a wealthy suitor so as to make her feel special and worthy of money. This is a key ingredient as it gives your Myrtle the wardrobe full with expensive clothes that make her change her clothes every minute and provide for the dream of living a luxurious life outside of the valley. You then want to add a tiny teaspoon of shame to create the feeling of shame about the person she married, but adding too much will make her ashamed of herself and that is not the type of Myrtle you want. After the teaspoon of shame, you must add a large cup of regret so as to slightly bring out the shame inside Myrtle and creates a hope and dream of living a life different than the one she was living before she met Tom. The last and most important ingredient is the large cup of hope and wishful thinking that provides Myrtle the dream of spending her life with Tom and the pursuit of leaving the valley of ashes, making your Myrtle as authentic as the real one.
Explanation of Recipe
Chapter 3: How To throw a "Gatsby-like" Party
Step 2: Clear out your house (no matter how big or small your house is) so that a immeasurable amount of people can fit inside
Step 3: Hire an orchestra, band, or musician. No music=No Party
Step 4: Get butlers (hire them, get friends to do it, family to do it, anybody) to hand out drinks and food to the guests that will be coming.
Step 5: Invite only the people you know including your lover (even if he/she is already in a relationship)
Step 6: Tell your friends to invite their friends and tell those friends to tell their friends so that eventually a massive number of people will come, some who you don't even know.
Step 7: Do not interact with the people you don't know. Think of yourself as Gatsby, a man surrounded with mystery and rumors.
Step 8: Only interact with the people close to you or the people that you yourself actually invited.
Step 9: Do not drink or eat the food there. It is for the guests and not for the host that is supposed to be mysterious to the point where no one even know who you look like.
Step 10: Confess a dream with a close friend or someone that can help you achieve this dream, since the point of all of Gatsby's parties were to make his one dream of having Daisy come true.
Step 11: Make sure there are no rules established in the party. It should be as careless and as messy as it could possibly be since Gatsby's parties seem to never be in control.
Step 12: Go to sleep whenever you want. Let the people of the party be free to do whatever they want and try not to worry about things being damaged because they mostly like will be.
Step 13: When the party is over and a couple of days have passed, rumors will start to spread about the carefree party that had great music and food and held by a mysterious host. Eventually people will make rumors of you and of the parties that you hold and eventually you will become Gatsby himself; having a reputation of throwing wild parties and being a man surrounded in mystery.
Explanation of How to
Chapter 4: Letter From Gatsby to Daisy
I long for the day where I can see your face again. I'm sorry for leaving you in such a manner and forcing you to sneak out of your parent's home just to say Good-bye. I can not tell you how much I love you for that. I have been dreaming of you ever since the first day I left. There was not a day that went by that I would not long to hear your voice, see you smile, and be together with you. To be honest I tried to end my life in the war for I could not bear the thought of not being with you any longer, but it seemed I bear a enchanted life and instead I rose among the ranks of the army and became a lieutenant. Daisy, I have something to ask of you. Something that is of utter importance. The thought of not having a life with you is unbearable to me and that thought of losing your love is even more unbearable. Can you wait for me? Wait for me to come, Daisy. You are my dream, you are the future that I long for, that I want to grasp. The one dream that I want to come true. So please wait for me.
Your Dreamer,
Jay
Explanation of Letter
Chapter 5: Object Personification Poem
Perhaps the women was excited with my beauty as well. He just threw heaps of me on top of her until I buried her in a mountain of beauty and wealth. She started crying. Maybe because of the lush and lavish colors that I possessed or she was taken aback by my abundance and beauty along with the wealth and fortune that I represented.
Or maybe it was perhaps something more. Not anyone can get my vast collection of colors and beauty. And the material that I was made with is considered the highest class in fabrics. I showed that women wealth, prosperity, beauty, and fortune. All that she wished for. All that she dreamed of. She could have had it. She could have had me. If only she stayed with my owner, If only she helped accomplish his dream and in turn accomplish hers.
To her that was true beauty. Me. The dream that I showed, the wealth that I showed. I was something that reminded her of what could have been, the beauty that should have been hers. What was it she said? Oh right, "I've never seen such beautiful shirts before."
Explanation of Personification Poem
Chapter 6: Twitter Feed
Explanation of Twitter Feed
Chapter 7: Quality Poem: Isolation
I and the disease that infects the body, that lets the shadows crawl into peoples hearts as they realize no one is there but me. I crush dreams and leave my victims empty of hope for I kill off all the comforts and the love that nurtures hopes and dreams because I am present: Isolation.
I am the pesticide to the constantly growing vermin known as Company.
I remember one man that I claimed for a short while. He was a grand man, big and aloof, and he had everything man could wish for except the one thing that was the most important to him: the unconditional love of his lover. He was a hard man to bring down so I called my buddies, Conflict and Tension, to help me take down this giant.
It all ended so well, Tension set up the perfect stage for Conflict as fights almost broke out and true colors showed. It was as if a murder was about to take place. It's a shame it didn't but the look in the giant's eyes convinced me that there would be one. It was when I saw the look in his eyes that I found the perfect moment to strike. I crept up in his heart through the words of his beloved and left his dreams crushed just as I had done countless times before to others.
He was with me for a period of time. Another partner to my jail cell, a broken shell of empty dreams. It was delightful that no one came to his aid or comforted him. I was a shame that I couldn't enjoy his pain longer. This man was special. To break my chains so easily and selfishly reclaim his broken dream. Perhaps it was naivete or perhaps it was hope...
Explanation of Quality Poem
Chapter 8: Obituary
Beloved Wife and Sister, Myrtle Wilson dies from Car Accident
A common housewife who lived in a automobile garage with her husband George Wilson lived a average life in the Valley of Ashes. Unhappy with the dull, boring life of the valley, she experienced city life and craved for life outside of the valley.
Eyewitnesses say that she was running out to a bright yellow car as if she had known the driver. Unfortuanely, the car did not stop and ran straight through her as if she was paper. The damage was so severe that she was killed instantly, left a tattered and broken on the road.
Mrs. Wilson had many loving companions and colleagues who will be sure to mourn her death. One was her sister, Catherine, and another one her husband George Wilson who will forever remember the person they lost 2 days ago. Both who loved her and who was loved.
"I loved her very much, She was a good sister to me and always had fun with her in the city," Myrtle's sister Catherine says, " She would always come to me with her troubles and complaints and we would hear each-other out. She was always a fun person, friend, and sister to have a be with. I remember all the gossips and parties we had."
It seemed that Myrtle did not really have anyone she knew so close except her sister, her husband and a married couple by the name of McKee.
" She was always a prideful women," Mrs. McKee states," She never showed weakness of character in front of us and was a proud women who had found joy in her life."
Due to grief and shock, we were unable to interview George Wilson, husband of Myrtle. "It just shows you how much George cared for her and how losing her meant losing the whole world," states Michaelis of Michaelis Coffee joint.
Myrtle Wilson was a woman of pride and self-esteem and had dreams of fulfilling a life that she enjoyed so much in the city. It is unfortunate to see that such a dream had not been carried out and instead trampled by the yellow missile of a car that crushed Myrtle along with her dreams.
She will be remembered as loving wife, strong women, great sister, and a women whose dreams were of simplicity and reflected the person inside of her.
Chapter 9: Pie Chart: The Death of Gastby
Overall: Two Character Poem
Daisy
Nick Carraway:
The Girl who crushed his dreams
Not a daisy but a rose full of thorns
She was the one he wanted the only
One he wanted, the only one he became
Prisoner to.
The careless person who perhaps loved him
At a certain point but left others to deal
With the mess that created.
She couldn’t wait, her impatience was
Too much. She lacked individuality, she
Had no purpose, no person to give her
Purpose.
She was the white canvas waiting to be
Drawn on, eager for the first one to
Paint the colors and it wasn’t Him.
Daisy was the Green Light at the end of
The dock, she was the hope the dream
That was so close yet so far away.
An unattainable dream, a false hope,
A cruel lie to the person that deserved
To know the truth. She was shattered, her
Concept, her meaning, her representation.
It was all gone…
Jay Gatsby:
The Girl of my dreams
My precious flower, beautiful and thorn free
She was the one thing that I dreamed for,
longed for; the one to keep me occupied
With constant thoughts about her.
She was the one who loved me with no
doubt, the one who gave her all to me and
I to her.
I would always wait for her, it wasn’t her
fault she couldn’t wait; I came too late.
She was my purpose, my goal, my dream
The one person I lived for.
She was a beautiful painting and I was
the admirer. If only I could’ve been the
Painter.
She will always be my Green Light at the
end of a dock, my lasting dream, the one
That I have within my grasp.
A dream right within my grasp, a hope that
never fails, the bright truth to the one with
the life of lies and false identity. She was
My vision, forged together by my hopes
and aspirations. She is still there waiting for
Me to grasp her…
Nick: Gatsby, can’t you see that she was unattainable. She betrayed you, betrayed your love, caused you pain, fooled you into living your life for her. What you wanted was the person forever locked in the past, something that can’t be regained.
Gatsby: Listen, old sport, I will never let her go. All she was was excited. She loved me and only me. She was the dream that I had worked so hard to obtain and she’s now right in front of me. She didn’t damage me because it was me who feel captivated by her and only I am to blame for it. What I want is the past. Your right, old sport. And I can get the past, no matter what I WILL get it… No matter what…
Nick: It seems like I can’t get to you Gatsby. Perhaps this is your special gift. You never give in. You always look for the finer aspects of life, the good side, the promises that each and every thing holds. Your innocence is what makes you apart Gatsby. You can’t view the world as a bad thing because you want to believe that she is there and will always be there. I guess it’s all right. Maybe you’re the only decent one among us all…
Nick: Gatsby, can’t you see that she was unattainable. She betrayed you, betrayed your love, caused you pain, fooled you into living your life for her. What you wanted was the person forever locked in the past, something that can’t be regained.
Gatsby: Listen, old sport, I will never let her go. All she was was excited. She loved me and only me. She was the dream that I had worked so hard to obtain and she’s now right in front of me. She didn’t damage me because it was me who feel captivated by her and only I am to blame for it. What I want is the past. Your right, old sport. And I can get the past, no matter what I WILL get it… No matter what…
Nick: It seems like I can’t get to you Gatsby. Perhaps this is your special gift. You never give in. You always look for the finer aspects of life, the good side, the promises that each and every thing holds. Your innocence is what makes you apart Gatsby. You can’t view the world as a bad thing because you want to believe that she is there and will always be there. I guess it’s all right. Maybe you’re the only decent one among us all…