Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Aron the Moor begins this act with a long soliloquy. In this, he praises Tamora for her current position as empress, saying that she is powerful and safe: ‘Now climbeth Tamora Olympus’ top/Safe out of fortune’s shot, and sits aloft,’ He then reveals that his plans involving her are malicious; that he will rise to…

The figurative language used by Aron in his soliloquy at the beginning of act 2 scene 1 suggests much about Aron’s character and motives. “Now climbeth Tamora Olympus’ top/Safe out of fortune’s shot, and sits aloft,” Within the opening line, Aron has already used metaphor to show that Tamora has risen to have unrivalled power,…

Question: What does the figurative language that Aron uses in his soliloquy at the beginning of act 2 scene 1 suggest to us about his underlying motives in the play? I will be bright….quote 3rd person – idolises himself

Emperor of Rome dies. Titus Andronicus (a general returned from the war) is told to be emporer. He says NO! Emperors sons (Saterninus and Basianus). fight over emperor. Titus says Saterninus (elder) should be emporor, who takes Lavinia (Titus’s daughter) as his bride. However Basianus (other son) runs away with her. Titus kills one of…

In both articles information is present about members of the Conservative party giving a letter to Mr.Cameron asking him to delay the passing of a bill legalising same-sex marriage. Both articales share that the letter was delivered by hand to No.10 Downing Street, and state that the date they wanted to postpone the bill until…

Roost A short story inspired by ‘Hawk Roosting’, a poem by Ted Hughes. You sit on top of the world, your eyes closed; your thoughts are, for this instant, calm. Aloft above the clashing turmoil of the inner city, you stop, and are at peace. The moment passes, and you’re back to the distortion, clouds…

Roost A short story inspired by ‘Hawk Roosting’, a poem by Ted Hughes. You sit on top of the world, your eyes closed; your thoughts are, for this instant, calm. Aloft above the clashing turmoil of the inner city, you stop, and are at peace. The moment passes, and you’re back to the distortion, clouds…

Roost A story inspired by the poem, ‘Hawk Roosting’ View the ground from up here. Below me, the ground stretches endlessly in all directions, a barren landscape of drab outhouses, broken by the occasional skyscraper. The day to day battle, a percentage so slim, but I was here. I reside in the revered top floor,…

I soared through the void, suspended by seemingless nothing. I hung, with minimal effort, in the sky. I serveyed the barren ground, scrutinising it for the meerest sign of life.