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OpenStudy (anonymous):

if you have READ THE poem "PIANO LESSONS" pls help!

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Whatcha need.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

have you reas the poem

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I have read a lot about it. x,D

OpenStudy (anonymous):

umm ok so can you help me like analyze it cuz im havin a hrd time understndn

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I can.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

ok if you have like word or whatever can you just show me or annotate whatever so i can see what you did

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I can not open the link lightspeed has blocked it.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

tell me what it says?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

1 My teacher lies on the floor with a bad back off to the side of the piano. I sit up straight on the stool. He begins by telling me that every key is like a different room and I am a blind man who must learn to walk through all twelve of them without hitting the furniture. I feel myself reach for the first doorknob. 2 He tells me that every scale has a shape and I have to learn how to hold each one in my hands. At home I practice with my eyes closed. C is an open book. D is a vase with two handles. G flat is a black boot. E has the legs of a bird. 3 He says the scale is the mother of the chords. I can see her pacing the bedroom floor waiting for her children to come home. They are out at nightclubs shading and lighting all the songs while couples dance slowly or stare at one another across tables. This is the way it must be. After all, just the right chord can bring you to tears but no one listens to the scales, no one listens to their mother. 4 I am doing my scales, the familiar anthems of childhood. My fingers climb the ladder of notes and come back down without turning around. Anyone walking under this open window would picture a girl of about ten sitting at the keyboard with perfect posture, not me slumped over in my bathrobe, disheveled, like a white Horace Silver. 5 I am learning to play “It Might As Well Be Spring” but my left hand would rather be jingling the change in the darkness of my pocket or taking a nap on an armrest. I have to drag him in to the music like a difficult and neglected child. This is the revenge of the one who never gets to hold the pen or wave good-bye, and now, who never gets to play the melody. 6 Even when I am not playing, I think about the piano. It is the largest, heaviest, and most beautiful object in this house. I pause in the doorway just to take it all in. And late at night I picture it downstairs, this hallucination standing on three legs, this curious beast with its enormous moonlit smile.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Okay so this person is learning to play the piano. They see every key as if it where something different. He describes that all the keys have a different melody. He describes the beauty of the piano and how it can be seen as a curious beast lit by moonlight.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

can you pls explain it stanza by stanza

OpenStudy (anonymous):

1) he has a teacher that is a much older person who explains to him a piano is like being blind you h

OpenStudy (anonymous):

have you to know it as if you where a blind man walking through a house

OpenStudy (anonymous):

2) every key is different and you have to recognize those differences

OpenStudy (anonymous):

okay..thats it for 2?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

yes.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

so like each thing he says is the key.. is that not significant? like the black boot or legs of a bird??

OpenStudy (anonymous):

~giggles~ you told me to explain it stanza by stanza I haven't gotten that far yet.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

oh i thought you said that was it for stanza 2 thts why

OpenStudy (anonymous):

3) he says it is like your mother no one listens to her until she is right, and then the melody will bring you to tears

OpenStudy (anonymous):

sorry keep going

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I did say stanza 2 however every last one of those discribes the sound for instance the black boot that is flat the sound is flat and deep Get what I am saying?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

oh ok so wht abouut the legs of a bird

OpenStudy (anonymous):

well a leg of a bird is thin and a bird is high pitched. it would be a high sound?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

oh i see okay.. go on

OpenStudy (anonymous):

4) when he/she plays the note/songs of thier past they remember the past and how it was and they think of a little girl.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

They discribe themselfs as they are now. When they play these songs suggesting that they are now alone.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

what does "like a White Horace Silver" imply?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

n how do you know they're all alone?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

a Bathrobe suggests that them sitting playing in a bathrobe

OpenStudy (anonymous):

what

OpenStudy (anonymous):

They are giving a metaphor of the melody to the White Horace Silver so they are saying it is like that.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Anyone walking under this open window would picture a girl of about ten sitting at the keyboard with perfect posture, <---- this. They would look in a window and imagine that they would look like that

OpenStudy (anonymous):

not me slumped over in my bathrobe, disheveled, <----- this is what they really look like

OpenStudy (anonymous):

ok

OpenStudy (anonymous):

5) they are having a hard time playing the melody that they wish to play like thier left hand isn't playing the song right he/she is having trouble playing this song and he/she describes it as it being like a neglected child. Maybe he/she hadn't played the piano in a while or he/she has not worked hard enough to play the song

OpenStudy (anonymous):

ok then?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

6) he/she is always thinking about the piano and how beautiful it is how it is the heaviest thing in the house, even when he/she is trying to slumber they think about it.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

They think of it as alive and like a beast in the moonlight waiting.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

:D

OpenStudy (anonymous):

sorry but youre kinda just restating the same things here

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I know that's what it is.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

A monster waiting for them.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

whAT would you say the overall theme is? and whats the tone? do you think the tone shifts

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Consuming thier every thought

OpenStudy (anonymous):

So, the tone of The Piano Lesson, as well as his other plays, often manages to be incredibly approachable yet somehow lofty. Wilson's characters are bigger than who they are. They seem to represent not just all African Americans, but all of humanity.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

but whats the theme then

OpenStudy (anonymous):

The theme is obsession. I believe anyway.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

sorry, be a little more specific?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Consumed thoughts in the thought of learning the piano.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

^ does that clarify it?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

consumed thoughts?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

it takes over all of their thoughts.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

so theme is.... the piano consumes all their thoughts?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I would say so

OpenStudy (anonymous):

hmm okay. thanks forr helpn me. do you think you could help me with one other poem?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

i mostly understand i just need to clear some things up?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

is the analysis gonna be super long? x,D

OpenStudy (anonymous):

.... whoops sorry. not this time(:

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Okay I can help I guess.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

ok ill tag you in a sec

OpenStudy (anonymous):

oki doki loki

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