Week 2 with a G2

So, I'm running into my second week with my new G2.  To summarise, it's been great.  All below you'll see me going on about how great the G2 has been.  I honestly didn't find many drawbacks to it.  So,  let's go through it under small sub headings.

Screen:

The screen, in my opinion is amazing. It's incredibly sharp,  very vibrant and very quick and responsive. Sure,  the 2k and 4k screens of 2015 will easily best it,  but other than that,  it's almost perfect display.  Notice I said almost.  That's partly because it can be bested in brightness by  AMOLED 1080p displays and partly because of something I noticed while using it.  The display has a slight paper yellow tinge to it.  I don't know if it is just my device,  but it's something I noticed when compared to the Display of The Sony Z3C.  For me,  it's rather an advantage, because it makes reading books much easier and web browsing less hard on the eye. But it's not very nice if you want to see complete white. Sunlight legibility is not a problem on a hot summer day, the screen going up-to the necessary brightness to overcome the effect.

Feeling/Ergonomics:

This was always something problematic about the G2 for me.  The back looks like it doesn't belong. I'll get onto it.
From the front of the phone,  it looks stunning,  with the gorgeous display and shimmering curved glass.  I love how the screen feels so soft to the touch, almost like satin.  But it does of course have it's drawbacks. Firstly,  fingerprints. It's fingerprint hoarder. For me, it couldn't get worse.  I'm always wiping the screen.  Second: It scratches easily.  I kept my phone face down one night,  while charging, and when I picked it up, my gorgeous, gorgeous screen had scratches all over the edges.  Mind you, these were created by the everyday movement of picking the phone of the edge of the table. Just two weeks in too.  It's distressing to say the least. And lastly,  what happens when you drop it. Thankfully,  I haven't dropped mine (yet?), but with the easily scratching curved glass,  I'd hate to think what'll happen.
Nothing is likely to happen to mine,  because I've kitted it up with a Spigen SlimArmor and Tempered Glass screen protector.
Now,  moving onto the back of the phone. This, in my opinion,  is pretty much the only thing I hate about this phone. I can't say I dislike the curvy edges of the sides, because they make gripping the phone much easier.  But what I do hate is the materials texture. You might have expected me to say I hate the plastic because it feels cheap, but no,  it's not that bad. Sure,  it would be better to have metal or glass,  but this isn't as cheap and disgusting as its made out to be. But I hate how the plastic is so slippery, is a fingerprint magnet and how it collects the condensing moisture of your hand and eventually ends up feeling like soap. This is honestly a rather irritating problem.  So, like the screen, after about 20 minutes reading, watching or playing games,  I'm made to wipe the whole phone over before using it again and repeating the cycle. 
But now that I'm using the case,  it's not such a big deal.  The case doesn't pick up fingerprints, isn't slippery and gives a nice chunky (albeit heavier)  feel to the phone.  And I don't much feel inclined to remove it either,  it's not as is it's very good looking from the back. If you want your G2 to feel good,  invest in a nice case,  it's better than way.  My Spigen is very good looking!  It does grace to the amazing stuff inside this monster.

Performance:

The G2 excels in doing all the daily tasks in my opinion. It has never lagged down or crashed on me, and I'm a rather demanding user too. I've done some rather performance demanding games, and it's never broken a sweat. 

When the G2 was released, all the reviewers went on about how the G2 doesn't even know the meaning of lag, and actually, in my usage, I think so too. Sure the newer flagships of today have much better benchmarks than the G2, with the S6E+ scoring 5000+ scores on Geekbench while the G2 only has 2500 to 2800 scores (both multicore), but in real day to day terms, it hardly makes a difference. Go past 2500 and whether you're browsing YouTube or scrolling through the home-pages, you are unlikely to see any lag (unless, of course, you are on year old Samsung).

I mentioned gaming, and I think I need to clarify. I don't have much of a gaming know-how. The most power/graphics hungry games I played were RipTide, Goat Simulator and Asphalt 8 and in my usage the only problem I experienced was something I'll get onto in a minute. Of course, there are people are who've done better, more power hungry games and you might want to check some of those videos on Youtube for further clarification. 

Handling Minecraft or Clash Of Clans is almost nothing for the G2, as is for most normal phones, with the G2 munching through Minecraft explosions and ordinary graphics easily. 

Overall the G2 exceeds my expectations for performance, and in daily usage you'd notice almost no 

difference between this and a 2015 flagship. 

Stuff like browser benchmarks don't really make any difference to the end user, so I'm not going onto those. If you do however, you might want to check out GSMArena's or PhoneArena's reviews. 

Now onto the one problem I've experienced performance-wise on the G2. Now, really, it's probably not something to do with the phone. Rather it's to do with Developers not optimising their games and apps properly. 

The G2 heats up quickly. 

I don't really know why, but when I'm about 10 minutes into Minecraft, for example, this heat becomes evident near the top of the phone, under the camera. Before I put on my Spigen case, I found it almost impossible to go past 15 minutes of gaming. The top end gets really hot, which makes my hands get sweaty, which makes it impossible, combined with the slippery back, to get a grip on the phone. 

Now, I can't say it only happens on the G2. It's same on the Xperia Z3C when I use it. That gets hot after just 1 hour or two of browsing the web or watching Youtube!

And of course, it's same with a lot of modern phones too. These things get hot! I guess it's something to live with.

With the case, like I said, it's far less apparent, and the case also offers good grip on the phone. But when it does get too hot, I always remove the app from the RAM and power-off and restart to get it cooled quickly (though I recommend you just leave it to cool out, rather than restarting).

Battery:

This, by far, is the best thing about the G2 compared to most 2015 flagships. 

It's just purely amazing! On my G2, running LG OS Android 5.0.2, I nearly always get 4.5 to 5 hours screen on time! And it only reduces to 4.5 and under if I use some power-hungry game (Minecraft) or app. 

I always keep WIFI on through the day and I've noticed it hardly does anything to the battery life. Sometimes I prefer to keep AirPlane mode on, and the results vary but don't make much of a difference, 15 minutes more of SOC at maximum on AP mode over normal cellular.

And with the results shown by my friends over at the LG G2 owners community, some have managed to get even better results with different usage patterns and several custom ROMs.

I use Greenify on my G2 (which I may add is rooted), and to tell the truth, I don't really think it's made much of a difference. 

And with Android Marshmallow said to arrive (one day....), I think the G2 can become a very very efficient phone! 

Quick tip: Charge your phone on AirPlane mode, it's almost as quick as Qualcomm Quickcharging on mine; 1 percent per ~1.5 minutes.

UI:

This is a quick run through of something I've noticed LG is getting a lot of flak from; it's UI. In my opinion, I don't at all think it's horrible and cluttered! I mean have they even used Touchwiz on the S6? LG interface is so much more pure than that. As for cluttered, the only thing that is cluttered is the native homescreen. But who in reality, unless you're a 80 year old grandmother (no offence intended), actually uses the native homescreen? I mean the only native homescreen I've ever found to be good is HTC Sense, Google Now Launcher on the Nexus and Sony UI. Use Nova Launcher for gods sake! LG's UI is one of the most out-of-the-box customisable UIs. No other OEM UI allows you to decide where your home, recent apps, and back button goes! The Settings App looks really nice, the notification bar, though not as stock android as I'd like is much, much better than Samsung's Touchwiz, and the addition of Knock Code is really sweet! (Knock Code is amazing! If you don't know what it is search it. You'll really want it after you see how easy it is)

Camera:

This is probably the least used feature of my G2. I hardly ever use the camera. The only photos on my phone are ones I took just see how good the camera quality is. And it's good. Yes, I've seen better, and the OIS isn't as useful as I'd like, but my father (who is well-versed in the art of anything camera) actually prefers the G2 in some cases over his Sony Z3C (the Z3C always oversharpening while the G2 is relatively soft) , while I'm of the opposite opinion. On thing I can say is,  other than in conditions of extremely good lighting,  you will always see the infamous traces of grainy 'sound'.  I find that a letdown, considering most of the photos I've taken are rather grainy. But the camera is always colour accurate,  as far as I've seen

So when it comes to this, I'm afraid I can't really give a verdict on what I think of the camera. It's rather nice, and it's pretty good if all you want to do is point and shoot. (The Manual mode doesn't offer much.) 

Here are some pictures I took so you can decide if it's good for you:

In case you wanted, here's some from the front facing camera, something which I rarely, if ever use:

Conclusion:

I love the G2.  It's truly and honestly one of the best around for the price! Oh wait.  The price!  I didn't get onto that did I?  Well,  if you don't know already,  the G2 comes at an amazing price! In the UK,  it's only £115 on eBay! That is a shocking price in my opinion.  Compared to the other newer phones around today,  it's just too much value for money! The seemingly only advantage the newer phones have is that their processors are 64 bit,  while  the Snapdragon 800 on the G2 is 'only' 32 bit.  But honestly that's a just a tiny tiny letdown compared to what the G2 offers to the Motorola Moto X! This even performances better in gaming,in the camera department and display!  So,  what's the verdict?  In my daily usage,  the G2 has never let me down,  and has always been consistent in its performance,  battery life, and doing the daily jobs I require it to do. If your out looking for a phone to bug,  but don't have the biggest of budgets,  and still want great performance, look no further than this! 

Note:

I know I should have added call quality and call handling, but how many people actually care about it?  It's just an after thought isn't it?  Well, if you wanted to know,  the G2 handles it all perfectly well,  with the call quality being rather good too! It always keeps the call connected (I've never experienced drop offs)  and the phone always stays connected to the network. 

Here's some pictures of my G2 (with and without case), for you look at:

How did you like my review? Anything I haven't covered? Anything I didn't cover well enough? Did you like it? Or not? Please do leave a comment below! Any feedback is appreciated! I'd also really appreciate it if you could +1 this and share this! It only takes a click of a button! It helps! :-) To be notified of every new post first, don't forget to follow my blog, by just submitting your email in the gadget above this post!
So, what's next? Well, during the time I was reviewing this, I got a new addition to the family! The Sony Xperia Z3 Tablet Compact! I've only had it for two days now, but I am absolutely loving it! It's a really amazing tablet! (The photos of the G2 were taken from it)
And that's what's next! Look forward to a review of the Z3TC from my point of view in the following weeks (~two weeks~)! 
In the meantime, why don't check out the other stuff on this blog? There are lots of stories and poems on this that I'm sure you'll enjoy! Given below are all the links you should be checking out!
Thanks for Reading! 

FunFact:
Pretty much half of this article was written on the phone itself, while the other later half I wrote on the Z3TC. Only this last part and the addition of the photos were done on the computer!

Read More:

The Poems Concentrated Series:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Edition 9: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed9.html

Edition 10: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-edition-10.html

Check out my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

My Baked in Irony series:

Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:

  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry…..

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Noticed….

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Tomorrow

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/tomorrow.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Stories not by Interest Concentrated, but still amazing and worth reading:

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/the-open-window-by-saki.html

Tech Section:

What you should know about Apple: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/what-i-think-of-apple.html

My LG G2 Review: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/week-2-with-g2.html

More Random but Interesting Articles by me:

About Pens: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/why-does-pen-you-use-for-daily-writing.html

About Speech: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/05/speech-how-do-we-understand-it.html

Games Reviews:

Deadrising 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/review-deadrising-2.html

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The Open Window by Saki

For this week's story, I've picked up something by a professional author, Hector Hugh Munro or Saki as he is better known. First of all, I want to make it clear, this is NOT one of my own stories. Now I said it, let's get on with the story. I found it on my Quora feed, and I found it impressive. Plus I didn't have time to create my own story, so I thought I'd feature this. It's a rather impressive short story! If you don't know who Saki is here's a short intro from Wikipedia: Hector Hugh Munro (18 December 1870 – 14 November 1916), better known by the pen name Saki, and also frequently as H. H. Munro, was a British writer whose witty, mischievous and sometimes macabre stories satirize Edwardian society and culture. He is considered a master of the short story, and often compared to O. Henry and Dorothy Parker. Influenced by Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll and Rudyard Kipling, he himself influenced A. A. Milne, Noël Coward and P. G. Wodehouse.

On with the story!

The Open Window by Saki (Hector Hugh Munro)

"My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me."
     Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing.
     "I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."
     Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division.
     "Do you know many of the people round here?" asked the niece, when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.
     "Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here."
      "Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the self-possessed young lady.
     "Only her name and address," admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.
     "Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."
     "Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.
      "You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.
     "It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?"
     "Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it." Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why do you bound?' as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window - "
     She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.
     "I hope you don't mind the open window," said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They've been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they'll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn't it?"
     She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.
     "The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise," announced Framton, who laboured under the tolerably widespread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one's ailments and infirmities, their cause and cure. "On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement," he continued.
     "No?" said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention - but not to what Framton was saying.
     "Here they are at last!" she cried. "Just in time for tea, and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!"
     Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.
     In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound?"
     Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.
     "Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window, "fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?"
     "A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost."
     "I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; "he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve."
     Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Now, wasn't that an impressive story? I think it goes pretty well with our Saturday short story theme, being so ironic and twisted. Which is why chose it, of course. And after-all Saki is regarded as one of the best short story writer ever. I wish he was alive to write for this blog :-D
For next week, I think I can put up one of my own stories. But if  not, expect another amzing story by a more established author.
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Thanks for reading!

You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:
Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html
Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html
Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html
Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html
Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html
Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html
Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html
Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html
Edition 9: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed9.html

Check out my stories:
Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html
1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html
My Baked in Irony series:
Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html
Sorry…..
http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html
Noticed….
http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:
Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html
Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html
MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Games Reviews by Dinera:
http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/review-deadrising-2.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:
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Poems Concentrated Ed:9

Mother, any distance greater than a single span

requires a second pair of hands.

You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors,

the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors.

You at the zero-end, me with the spool of tape, recording

length, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leaving

up the stairs, the line still feeding out, unreeling

years between us. Anchor. Kite.

I space-walk through the empty bedrooms, climb

the ladder to the loft, to breaking point, where something

has to give;

two floors below your fingertips still pinch

the last one-hundredth of an inch...I reach

towards a hatch that opens on an endless sky

to fall or fly.

----Simon Armitage----

For this week’s edition of Poems Concentrated, I’ve been taking inspiration from the GCSE literature curriculum.  You can find really nice poems that have, I believe, been shadowed from people’s eyes by levelling it out as school work. Not good. You might also notice that this edition is a bit more technical, going deeper in analysis. Don’t worry, it won’t always be like this, just one in few.

The reason why I chose this one among the many available, is because this one quite frankly surprised me with amount of information hidden between the words. Sure, it was meant to have this, being school work, but I wasn’t expecting it, after all it is GCSE stuff.  I’ll also be giving my own summary/analysis, considering that the official website has pretty much the same information and also to just to recycle my own work.

So, the poem looks to the point doesn’t it? I mean, here’s a boy measuring distances in his (new) house with his mother. Here and there, you can sense a bit of sadness, regret and gratitude too. But read on to see more!

Now, considering that I am giving my own summary, I’ll add it in the middle and emphasize it from there on:

The poem is about a young man, who is now moving house to start living an adult life. The poem tries to describe the mixed feelings that occur on both sides as a child grows up. It explores the complex relationship between the mother and son, their feelings and their lives, while apparently describing decorating/ planning-out the new house.

Okay, that’s a bit scarce. Well, that is a compression of all the information you can find in the poem, mind you.

Now, to elaborate on the whole mother-child relationship, and look at it from this point; the poem represents the stages of growing up. In the beginning, he describes how he requires his mother’s help, ‘…second pair of hands’ and liken that to a young child requiring help from a parent. Then he says ‘You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors, the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors’, this can be seen as the way a parent help a child identify their surroundings. Go deeper there, and you can see the word windows, doors, acres of walls, prairies of floors. These words all have/ can be seen to have a metaphorical meaning. Windows, can be seen as a boundary between inside and outside a house, where a mother has to educate a child on how to stay safe in the wide world. Doors, I regard to mean, doors to opportunities. Acres of walls could refer to the many boundaries a person meets in their lives, and acres of floors could refer to the largeness of the world, the immenseness.

The second stanza represents the teenage/ young adult years, where the child ventures out, but always need the mother ‘at the end of the tape’ to come back to. The years go on, their lives drift apart, and the link fades, but some part of it will still remain. The words Anchor/ kite, of course, refer to this, the mother being the anchor, holding down, the permanent figure; the child the drifter, the kite, who is still always connected to the anchor by the string that holds it down, no matter how he tries to fly away.

The last stanza of course the next stage of life where the mother doesn’t get to play such a large part. The poet ‘spacewalks’ (anchor/kite relationship comes into mind, where he is a spaceman but always connected to the ship by a cord) through the rest of pre-adulthood, and then ‘something has to give’; his mother who still nevertheless holds onto a tiny part of the cord, ‘a hundredth of an inch’. Then finally, the gateway to the rest of life, ‘the hatch that opens to an endless sky’. And from there on it is up to him to ‘fly or fall’ in life.

The poem is seemingly a vent to all these feeling the child had.

Maybe I went a bit too far with the analysis, but hey, I can’t let good information that I spent time on finding just lay about in my brain. Plus I guess I found a bit more stuff in this investigation to add to my original one. I’ve probably never given so much information that I found myself on this blog, and I think I’m supposed to feel proud or something, but no, I feel like I like the old ‘poem, ‘fun’, ‘summary’ and ‘bye!’ version of Poems Concentrated better. But I just want to try and do some analysis myself, because after all, I do run this series on great poems. Normally, I do hate digging about in words for information, but it’s something that must be done, and it’s better to know that some other people can also benefit from it, or at least enjoy the read while I do it.

That brings me on to the end of this edition. I’m going to go over a 1000 words, and I always try to keep beneath 1000. And let me take this moment to thank everyone who has been reading and sharing my blog, even though this is probably the 10^th time or so I’m doing it. I’ve passed 3650 views and this only the second post after I said I just passed 3k views. Thanks readers! :-D

That’s the end. Hope you enjoyed this week’s Edition, and if so, please do share it, and follow the blog! I’ve rearranged the format, and it’s the first thing about this post! It says ‘Follow my blog! You’ll love it!’.  I’m sorry about the horrible format I’d been running before, but now its all clear now!

Thanks for reading! :-D

The previous Editions:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Check out my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

My Baked in Irony series:

Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry…..

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Noticed….

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Noticed...

Hello readers!

Firstly, I must apologise for not putting it up yesterday. It was honestly idiotic of me. I don't think I forgot it. I just kept putting it off until the moment I fell to sleep and remember again that I had to post this. I'm sorry!

Also, this is another one of my baked in irony stories, which isn't altogether ironic, but just a experiment almost, trying to write down a persons thought process in a danger. I've done it before, but not like this. This is a different kind of thought process. I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Again,  I'm sorry for putting it up too late! :-)

“Argh”

He groaned as he painfully tried to sit up on the bed. Slowly, agonizingly, and accompanied by a series of groaning and moaning, he edged himself up into a sitting position on the bed.

The white silence that one often hears, or rather doesn’t hear, in a hospital hovered like a fog over the room, the beeping of a machine near his bed the only thing to pierce it, once every ten seconds.

The colours of a TV screen threw themselves around the room, shining on every surface, flickering, changing colours. It was on mute, thankfully, or the cheesy jingles of product advertisements would have easily drowned out that almost eerie, almost peaceful silence afore mentioned.

Well, now he’d had enough of the bright colours of the TV too, now. He needed to turn it off, and right now too. Where was that button they said he could use to summon the nurses. He looked around.

Ah, there it was, just on the edge of bed-side table. He reached for it.

And again.

 And again, this time with all his effort.

Ah, yes. He grasped it!

Too soon, too soon. As he tried to get a hold of it, the slippery plastic slipped off his finger tips and fell off the table. He swore under his breath.

He looked around for the wire.

Ah, even that bloody thing was tangled behind the table.

He’d just have to do it himself.

 The handle attached to wall on which the saline bottle hung could offer something to grab on to. There was something written on it, but never mind. He reached for it, and with a bit more groaning, he pulled himself further up the bed, far enough now that his legs could push off the bed.

Something a nurse said flashed into his mind,

“Don’t get off the bed, no matter what. It’s not good for the saline tube attached to you, nor your fatigued body. Don’t get off, just call us if you need help.”

Well, so much for that. He dismissed it, and slowly, delicately tried to edge his way off the bed. He put more of his weight on the handle. It creaked under his weight. It would hold up, surely.

He cursed the attendants. They’d cleaned up the room, and now they’d put the remote up on the table under the TV. Blithering idiots.

But then again, it was his own stupid self that had dropped the remote that called the nurse. It was just the fault of the situation. How many did this kind of this happen anyway? Bad, bad times. He muttered curses at everything. The bike, for falling over. The car for breaking his arm. The driver for running over him. Himself for standing on the road. He was almost shaking with anger at the very fabric of the earth. Too many faults. Too many causers.

He was losing track of his motives now. He dispelled the anger, and set about trying to do what he meant to do now. To pick up the bloody remote. No, no, don’t curse! Stay calm you stupid man!

Ah, stop it. Calm down.

He did a short relaxation activity, breathing in, breathing out, one minute, like the physiatrist used to say.

Now, the task at hand.

He put his legs down onto the floor. Pins and needles.

He sat still for a minute, and the feeling wore off.

He slowly concentrated on working his legs, and that meant putting more of his weight on the handle. It groaned, bent a little, but still held up.

The next step in his task involved a quick action. Put all of his weight immediately on the handle, and then get up properly and transfer all the weight fully onto his legs, and then, finally, he would be standing for the first time in a week.

And now. He commenced. He grabbed the handle firmly, he pulled down on it. Again, he wondered if it was as strong as he would want. Well, it was now or never. He dispelled the though again.

He pulled down more firmly, putting all his body weight on the handle. His legs unbent. His body started standing, but…

Nothing is ever so smooth.

As he put more of his weight the handle creaked, groaned, but as he was in the middle of the task of putting his legs down, he didn’t hear it. It was a bad, bad time, to be true. Too true.

The handle bend forward, the screws attaching it to the wall losing grip, and its connection to the wall broke. The handle was no longer his support. Actually, this time he was the handle’s support.

You, the reader, have already foreseen the happenings.

The handle broke, the support it gave disappeared. This all happened in the space of seconds. Too quick for his brain to process. The reaction time was too slow, the handle pulled down with him, and down he went.

The sudden, crashing sound echoed throughout the ward, making its way to the nurse’s room. But too late.

The handle was connected to another plastic panel that ran over his bed. The last few screws that connected the handle hadn’t properly dislodged. And they weren’t going to either. They pulled down that plastic panel with them. The panel was attached to the wall with only glue and the weight of a man was enough to pull it apart. Down it came too.

All hell was breaking loose. And all on top of him.

He grimaced and swore as the floor came rushing up to meet him, and instinct made him turn his head sideways. The plastic panelling and the plastic panel with its bottles and wires toppled over onto his back, making an already badly hurt back even worse.

He lost consciousness.

And that scene was what the screaming nurses and attendants came running to witness.

But what he failed to see, on to the left, clearly marked, and in big chunky size lay the remote to call the nurse.

The one he dropped was the remote for the bed. 

The End

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And finally, check out our previous articles, the links given below:

You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry..., another Baked in Irony story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html 

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Thanks for reading!

3000 views!

Guys, I've already told you this on G+, and now I'm saying it here again, readers, WE'VE PASSED 3000 VIEWS!
Can you remember when I said we passed 2000 views barely a week ago? Well, we've already passed that milestone, and now this! A 1000 views in 10 or 15 days! I mean, it took my more than 1 month to pass my first 1000, and now it seems I'm passing them like every week!
I can't tell you how happy I am guys (and gals. :-) Just consider yourselves thought of when I say guys. When I say that I mean everyone who reads my blog.)! It has probably also been accelerated by the fact I just received my new phone today! Yup, look forward for more coverage in the coming weeks on my LG G2. It's a seriously amazing phone.
I just want to say a huge big thank you to everyone who reads this blog and has been sharing, commenting and following the blog! It's a heartfelt thank you! I love seeing the number on stats go up, it's awesome to know that other people actually read the stuff I've written. :-D
Thank You Everyone!!!

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Here's stuff you might want to read if you haven't already:

You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:
Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html
Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html
Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html
Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html
Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html
Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html
Edition 7:http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html
Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Check my stories:
Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html
1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html
Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html
Sorry, another Baked in Irony story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:
Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html
Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html
MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:
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Poems Concentrated Ed:8

Daffodils –William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed and gazed but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

It’s Edition 8! So, I’m giving you something to celebrate it. The poem you’ve just read!

What’s special about it, you ask? I don’t know. How about you? No? That’s point. Something’s special only if you think about it right? Think that it’s special, and you’re done! :-D

Also, I’m sorry I can’t get you one of Rayhaan’s poem this time, I haven’t be able to contact him, mostly because he’ll be returning to school this week and because his computer’s been playing up. Next time?

Anyway, moving on. The poem. This blog. Yeah, that’s what you came here for.

The reason I decided to put this up here today is to remind you, if you’ve ever done literature or some poetry related subjects, you’ve been made to do this poem at one point or another. Why? I’m pretty sure this poem is one the best examples of implicit analysis in poem, and probably the simplest for beginner students. I’m pretty sure teachers thought so too. I pretty much hate this poem, for that silly reason. It was probably the first poem I ever did in Lit and ever analysed on ‘so said’ academic scale. So I hate it.

I’m going to keep this week’s edition short. I’ll (try to) keep to the point. This poem shows off the poets feelings under a thin layer of words, and it also gives beginners an impression of Romance poetry. In the same way, it shows how meaning can be hidden in words in a simple form. Sure it’s not the world’s best example of how this happens, but this poem is special in the form that it’s by Wordsworth, and as shown by the BBC poll, is one of the most popular poems in the UK. Even though I hate, I do respect this poem. It’s a very valuable part of British literature.

Apparently, the poem was written after Wordworth came across a ‘long belt’ of daffodils in Lake District, UK. It might be a very popular poem now, but when it first came out in his book, a poem complication (not sure if that’s word), called Poems in Two Volumes, his critics didn’t seem to like it. You might want to check out more on the Wikipedia article.

Now for the summary from the Website ‘shmoop’ (links below), and the end of this edition!

The speaker was walking around through the hills and valleys, but he felt all lonely and mopey. Suddenly, as he passed a lake, he noticed a big group of yellow daffodils waving in the breeze. This wasn't just some scattered patch of daffodils. We’re talking thousands and thousands around this particular bay. And all these flowers were dancing.

Yes, the daffodils danced, and so did the waves of the lake. But the daffodils danced better. The speaker’s loneliness was replaced by joy, but he didn't even realize what a gift he has received until later. Now, whenever he’s feeling kind of blah, he just thinks of the daffodils, and his heart is happily dancing. (http://www.shmoop.com/wandered-lonely-cloud-daffodils/summary.html)

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You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing, A twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry, another Baked in Irony story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Sorry...

Hello readers! Welcome to this weeks #Flipside replacement story! It's more of my dipped, fried and baked series!

Before you pass this point make sure you read this, my first dipped, fired and baked in irony story: Engrossing (Click the word).

 Hopefully you are finding them ironic enough. I do apologise if they aren't to your taste.  Then again, there's the irony in that it isn't ironic enough right? I'm so ironic. See what I did there? :-D

Anyway, hopefully, I'll be able to get the next Saturday back to normal with an original Flipside by Rayhaan. You'll have to put up with my stories till then. Ha ha. Ha.

I must thank you all again for viewing this and sharing it among your friends! I've been mindblown by a huge surge in views over the last few posts, and honestly, I can't explain how happy I am. Thank You, Thank You! (Ps: I've passed 2560 views already) :-)

Anyway, you must here for the story, and so, read on!

Sorry…

“Sorry sir, the lifts down for maintenance.  You’ll have to make it by foot or you’ll have to wait another 40 minutes.”

“Oh c’mon!” I groaned as I looked at my friends.

“Never mind. Let’s walk it. We’ll pass the time telling each other stories, time will pass quickly!” one of my friends said cheerily. I’d bought two of my friends along to show them my new apartment block. But as my luck always is the apartment was on the highest floor, the 30^th and the lift had to be broken.

“Okay, then, if you’re up for it, let’s go!” I said and started the daunting climb up the stairs. Mark, the friend who’d suggested the story telling-while-climbing, started telling his story, a horror story, and you have to give it to him, it kept us engrossed for a whole 12 floors of climbing up.

By the time he’d finished, my other friend also had a story he’d heard in University about some  life story of a man, and so with him reciting that, we slowly but surely made our way to our destination, my apartment on the thirtieth floor!

Luckily for us, there was a small alcove where we could sit down and rest our weary feet. So it was sitting down we finished his story and panted off the sweat of climbing.

“…. And yeah, so he finally got what he wanted right?” finished Oscar, looking at me. He frowned when he saw the look on my face “Why? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s my turn isn’t it? It’s a horror story. Short one though,” I said quickly to their quickly changing expressions, “I've forgotten my keys in the car….”

Thank's For Reading!

You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Check out Rayhaan's other stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Poems Concentrated Ed 7

Sonnet 18, Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

It’s a Shakespeare! You didn’t think I could make a series called Poems Concentrated without having a Shakespeare in too, did you? Well, I couldn’t. He’s basically the creator or modern English, and the world’s greatest playwright, and more or less the person who popularised poetry and cinema. Not that I like him much. How he makes people suffer with that creation. His plays, his poems, his life (ooh, that part is not very… um… civil?), how modern literature makes us study them. But I guess it’s like tax. It’s painfully to give, it makes you suffer sometimes, but in the end, it’s all for your good (they say). But face, who wouldn’t like to show off their knowledge to someone and make them suffer listening to you. I don’t about you, but I definitely would. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, moving on.

So, you might have noticed this is a ‘sonnet’. What’s a sonnet? If you didn’t know (I didn’t. Am I certified to do this poems section? No, not technically. But I like doing it, and I am learning), let me differentiate between a poem and sonnet. A sonnet is a poem. But it’s a very precise type of poem. A sonnet comprises of 14 rhyming lines of the same length. It splits up into three more different types, Italian sonnet, English sonnet and Spenserian sonnet. In an English sonnet, three groups of four lines with cross-rhyme pattern (abab, cdcd, efef) are followed by a final couplet (rhymed gg). An Italian sonnet is slightly different, and I’m not going explain all that. I got my info from http://www.differencebetween.info/difference-between-poem-and-sonnet, head over there if you want to know more.

(Also, fun fact, the term sonnet derives from the Italian word sonetto and means "little song".)

Sonnet 18 is an English style sonnet. The art of writing sonnet originates from Italy, but it was Shakespeare who popularised it again.  He mostly created the English sonnet genre (gee, I wish I had that freedom. Muck up making a proper sonnet, but then realise that I can just rename it and make it a new genre). It’s a love poem, and it’s just one of the 154 sonnets Shakespeare wrote in his lifetime (remember that number, 154, if you study Lit. It’s an important number).  It is also one of his most famous.

If you analyse it, as always, it’s full of hidden gems, as is the way with Shakespeare poems. You’ll find scholars going hand to hand trying explain what they think the hidden meaning is. That’s what I love about Shakespeare. There is always something hidden under the words, and everyone goes crazy trying to find them, and sometimes when I read their theories, I wonder if Shakespeare himself actually meant that to happen! Just a tiny mistake he made writing it, a slip of the brain,  and 500 years later, it’s more important that starvation in Africa.

Oh dear. I’m going far away from the topic than I’d like. Let’s move back onto the poem. Rather sonnet. What do you think of it? Personally, I, without wanting to sound like an idiot, like some of Rayhaan’s poems better. That’s just me. On my thoughts of the poem though. There is this almost sarcastic tone of love in it. He compares her to a summer day. How calm, how temperate she is. But consider this. Shakespeare lived in Britain. I live in Britain. I’ve known days where the morning starts off so beautifully, so calmly, and you get out the bikes to cycling, and bang, it’s cloudy and going to rain. That’s the British weather is. It’s far from calm and temperate. You see what these scholars argue about? Everything is different depending on what your point of view is. Of course he then goes on to talk about how bad the summer day is, and how much better she is, but again, point of view. It’s different.

You probably don’t know what I was elaborating. It’s all in the summary. But I’m also about to reach a 1000 words. So that mean it’s time to finish up this edition of Poems Concentrated. But don’t worry. I’m going to leave you some sites to check out if you want more to read about this poem and all that’s related.

Here’s the summary from great website Shmoop (link given below):

The speaker begins by asking whether he should or will compare "thee" to a summer day. He says that his beloved is lovelier and more even-tempered. He then runs off a list of reasons why summer isn’t all that great: winds shake the buds that emerged in Spring, summer ends too quickly, and the sun can get too hot or be obscured by clouds.

He goes on, saying that everything beautiful eventually fades by chance or by nature’s inevitable changes. Coming back to the beloved, though, he argues that his or her summer (or happy, beautiful years) won’t go away, nor will his or her beauty fade away. Moreover, death will never be able to take the beloved, since the beloved exists in eternal lines (meaning poetry). The speaker concludes that as long as humans exist and can see (so as to read), the poem he’s writing will live on, allowing the beloved to keep living as well. http://www.shmoop.com/sonnet-18/summary.html

And here’s some sites you can check out:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_18

http://www.shmoop.com/sonnet-18/#

https://goo.gl/kZOgO4

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You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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