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WEEK 1 - LECTURE
Dr. Margherita Dore
margherita.dore@gmail.com
margherita.dore@uniroma2.it
Important Information
close
As though a rose should and be a bud again
shut
So Keats rejects his first choice, ‘close’ for its synonym, ‘shut’. A first
reaction might be that it doesn’t really matter which word he chose. After
all, synonyms have the same meaning.
However, for most people the verb ‘shut’ is a faster action than ‘close’
(quiet). Hence, poetry should better fit the calmness of ‘close’…
Why, then, did Keats cross out ‘close’ and write ‘shut’?
üto work out, in each of the four places, which choice that
you think Crane actually made, and
üto work out why you think your choice is preferable, taking
into account the effects at different linguistic levels that one
choice or another has in relation to the rest of the poem.
living
And indulging in sin.
carousing
"Comrade! Brother!"
And said "Join us!"
"Help me!"
Stephen Crane
Peer, W (1988) 'How to do things with texts: Towards a pragmatic foundation for the teaching of
texts', in Short, M (ed) Reading, Analysing and Teaching Literature, 267-297.
Textual analysis 2 - KEY
WEEK 1 - LECTURE 2
Dr. Margherita Dore
margherita.dore@gmail.com
margherita.dore@uniroma2.it
Overview
• Creativity: Word classes
• Open Class Words
• Defining Open Class Words
• Closed Class Words
• Manipulating nouns
• Manipulating verbs
• Manipulating adverbs
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Creativity: Word classes
Run
chair
yellow
near
Word Classes
Run
X
chair
X
yellow
X
near
X
Word Classes
We can make a basic distinction between open class (lexical) and
closed class words:
Open Class Words
Open class words are extremely large in number and about
90% of the words in our personal vocabularies belong to this
class. It is possible to coin new words in this Class:
The meaning of verbs is that they ‘refer’ to actions. Internal form: present I
go , he goes. Verbs always function inside verb phrases, either as the
main (head) verb, or as an auxiliary to it, as in: has been drinking
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Derivation
You take an old world and make a new one
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Compounding
You take an old world and make a new one
Avocado Pig
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Clipping
Can you reconstruct the longer word?
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Acronyms
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Blends
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Backformation
A word that is formed from an existing word which looks as though
it is a derivative, typically by removal of a suffix
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Invention
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Borrowing and calque
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Manipulating Nouns
. . . and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons
unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of
sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying
floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all
kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter
winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and
succedanea in a word I resume and concurrently simultaneously
for reasons unknown to shrink and dwindle in spite of the tennis I
resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of
all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham
Fulham Clapham . . .
His legs kicked and swung sideways. His head ground against
rock and turned. He scrabbled in the white water with both hands
and heaved himself up. He spat and snarled. He glimpsed the
trenches with their thick layers of dirty white, a gull slipping away
over a green sea. Then he was forcing himself forward. He fell into
the next trench, saw a jumble of broken rock, slid and stumbled.
He was going down hill and he fell part of the way.
Always, Glen
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-
and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap
and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect
on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently
around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for
him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life.
He's trapped in a perfect world."
One
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was
murdered on December 6, 1973. In newspaper photos of missing girls from the
seventies, most looked like me: white girls with mousy brown hair. This was
before kids of all races and genders started appearing on milk cartons or in the
daily mail. It was still back when people believed things like that didn't happen.
Room
Today I’m five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in
Bed in the dark I’m changed to five, abracadabra. Before that I was three, then two, then
one, then zero. “Was I minus numbers?”
“Hmm?” Ma does a big stretch.
“Up in Heaven. Was I minus one, minus two, minus three—?”
“Nah, the numbers didn’t start till you zoomed down.”
“Through Skylight. You were all sad till I happened in your tummy.”
“You said it.” Ma leans out of Bed to switch on Lamp, he makes everything light up
whoosh.
I shut my eyes just in time, then open one a crack, then both.
“I cried till I didn’t have any tears left,” she tells me. “I just lay here counting the seconds.”
“How many seconds?” I ask her.
“Millions and millions of them.”
“No, but how many exactly?”
“I lost count,” says Ma.
“Then you wished and wished on your egg till you got fat.”
She grins. “I could feel you kicking.”
“What was I kicking?”
“Me, of course.”
I always laugh at that bit.
What we covered so far
• Leech, G. N. and Short, M. H. (2007) Style In Fiction, 2nd
edition. London: Longman (Study Ch. 1)
• Gregoriou, C. English Literary Stylistics, 2009 (Study pp.
1-5; Ch. 1, you can skip pp.9-17)
• Simpson, P. (2004) Stylistics: A Resource Book for
Students. London: Routledge. (Study Sections A1-A2)
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