Giddy
An Exploration of Emotion
LITERATURE
A Birthday
By Christina Rossetti

In this poem, I think the emotion definitely promotes the pursuit of knowledge. It is because of the poet's giddiness that she felt it appropriate to use language to create this piece of art. The imagery used in the poem is obviously filtered through the emotion she was experienced, which I would argue is not a hinderance to knowledge in this case, but rather a lens with which to gain a difference perspective.
By Stephen Chbosky
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Obviously, all of these artifacts in the Literature section are going to tie into Language as a WoK and English as a AoK. This one is particularly notable in its ability to utilize language extremely effectively in conveying emotion by using a small amount of language to tie the readers to a common experience which they have no doubt experienced.
By F. Scott Fitzgerald
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This excerpt is from a scene where our narrator, Nick, attends one of the famous parties of Jay Gatsby. Of all the artifacts assembled, this is perhaps the most negative take on giddiness. While the partygoers are undoubtedly happy, the novel goes to great lengths to portray this lifestyle of the wealthy as vapid, careless, and immoral. This pursuit of knowledge is definitely hindered by their seeking this giddy state that one often associates with the time period, as it prevents them from doing anything meaningful.
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Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Great Gatsby
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
...There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. It was that great...
There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden, old men pushing young girls backward in eternal graceless circles, superior couples holding each other tortuously, fashionably and keeping in the corners--and a great number of single girls dancing individualistically or relieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the traps. By midnight the hilarity had increased. A celebrated tenor had sung in Italian and a notorious contralto had sung in jazz and between the numbers people were doing "stunts" all over the garden, while happy vacuous bursts of laughter rose toward the summer sky. A pair of stage "twins"--who turned out to be the girls in yellow--did a baby act in costume and champagne was served in glasses bigger than finger bowls. The moon had risen higher, and floating in the Sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.