Life as a Conceit
Monday, September 21, 2015
Farewell
Hey, Sadly this will be my last post for a while. I enjoyed sharing a little bit about my life with you all, and I hope you learned a little bit from all my rants. Anyway, make sure you guys make good use of me in your writing because I can make a big difference and work well for you! Any time you need to make an elaborate comparison, just call me up! It's my specialty. I'll be waiting. Just to make sure you understand what I do, here's one final example of me in action.
Curious Sister
Hello once more! Yesterday I had a nice long discussion with my brother about the differences between him and I, and now my sister, Simile wants to join the conversation as well. She's asking me questions about how she fits in with the rest of the metaphors and why she's so different. I explained to her that her only difference is that she contains the words "like" or "as", unlike my brother and I. She had trouble understanding what I meant, so I told her an example. The difference between the metaphor "He was a rock" and the simile "He was like a rock" is the word "like". I explained to her that all three of us compare things, just in slightly different ways and that's why we're a family. I'm hoping now that my younger siblings are done asking me questions for now because explaining all our differences is starting to get exhausting.
Jealous Brother
Hello yet again! Today was a pretty casual day. My brother wanted to see if he could last longer in writing examples but he clearly did not understand what I was capable of, so i had to put him in his place. He clearly didn't understand the point of conceit. After I proved to him that I was everything he was but extended, he eased up a little :) I have the exact same capability and job of any ordinary metaphor however unlike my brother I am much more elaborate. Unfortunately he occasionally gets jealous. I try to tell him that he is just as important as me in writing, and that I just last longer and do a better job at explaining complicated concepts. I am also used to compare objects even further apart or more unlike each other.
One of My Best Uses
Hello again! Today I would like to tell you all about one of my favorite uses. The great job I did in this Poem by Langston Hughes is a perfect example of what I can do. It's called "Mother to Son" Lemme show you.
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Now in this Poem, lines 2-7 is the brilliant work of ME, a conceit! You may think that life and a physical staircase have nothing to do with each other, but I was able to prove that they do! Thanks to me, life was somehow related to an old staircase, and it made sense! You're welcome, Langston Hughes! (If she were still alive) Now what separates me from my little brother metaphor is that I lasted 5 lines! I was extended way longer than my brother would have been; he might have only lasted one line or phrase!
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Now in this Poem, lines 2-7 is the brilliant work of ME, a conceit! You may think that life and a physical staircase have nothing to do with each other, but I was able to prove that they do! Thanks to me, life was somehow related to an old staircase, and it made sense! You're welcome, Langston Hughes! (If she were still alive) Now what separates me from my little brother metaphor is that I lasted 5 lines! I was extended way longer than my brother would have been; he might have only lasted one line or phrase!
Why Do I Exist in Writing?
Hello people who care! This is my first time ever blogging. I'm a literary device called a conceit. Some people call me an extended metaphor, and I go by either. My job is to help readers understand concepts by comparing them to unlike things, sort of like my little brother, metaphor, and my little sister, Simile. The main difference between metaphor and I, is that I simply last longer, hence the name, "extended" metaphor. Any Metaphor that lasts more than one sentence or phrase is actually a conceit. All my life I've always been asked: "What's the point of comparing things that aren't alike?" When you say it that way, it does sound a little silly to compare things that are not alike. However, it is my job to FIND a relation or connection between the two things that wouldn't normally be compared, and that is what i do best. I don't mean to sound too arrogant, but a lot of literature wouldn't be nearly as creative or easy to relate to if I didn't exist.
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