I wrote down things that Andy said in class that tickled my fancy and thought I'd put them here for further enjoyment. I can't always give context, but I think they're funny nonetheless!
9/11
(Discussing Tambien la Lluvia, but mostly James Bond)
"It's hard to concentrate on 'is it water or oil' when it's Daniel Craig driving around cool-ass cars shooting shit."
9/13
(Discussing Bradford and Tommy Granger)
Andy: "It's like they said, 'This writing is really dry and awful, so we'll throw them a...'"
Someone else in the class: "Bone?"
The rest of us: *burst out laughing*
9/16
"Ben Percy's voice has its own beard."
9/23
"Waverly, not the home of WartSuck."
9/25
"The one day you wear your cool sweatshirt to work, the President of the college sits next to you at the Paideia lecture."
11/8
"Take these two sonnets and call me in the morning."
11/11
"Imagine Scoes Hoes til you're dead!"
11/13
(On how long "The Great Lawsuit" takes to get to the point)
"[Margaret Fuller] needed Paideia in her life."
11/18
"I write best when there's a lot of heavy machine noise."
11/25
"If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitant."
"The American economy isn't family-friendly. It doesn't get into Macklemore concert."
12/2
(Trying to pronounce Dupin)
"Dupe. Dupe-man. Doop-lion. Doop-dog."
12/4
(On Whitman)
"Tongues on breastbones and beards and things. Well, one beard."
12/11 (probably)
Andy: "Well, I figured we'd have the final exam at my house because there's a larger collection of My Little Ponies for use in dramatic readings."
Me: "LargER?"
Andy: "Well I don't know what you guys have in your backpacks!"
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Dickinson
I think there is much more to Dickinson’s poetry than meets the eye, so I
suppose that would be “simply deceptive.” I once wrote a paper comparing her to
Robert Frost, and how even though on the surface, his poems seem light and hers
dark, reading into subtext actually shows that the reverse is often true. I’ve
thrown a bit of that paper into here now to prove that Dickinson’s poetry isn’t
always as dark as it seems, meaning that there is something deceptive about it:
Her poetry seems dark and brooding on the surface, especially when one
looks at the suggested titles. Her poem “260 (288)” initially does not seem
optimistic. It begins, “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” At first, one would think
that the poet is demeaning herself, perhaps dejected with life and feeling
unimportant. However, the full poem proves that she is happy with this fact:
How dreary – to be –Somebody!
How public- like a Frog-
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
When one is nobody, one can be anybody. A person can change identities as
one changes clothes, and this idea can be appealing. An identity can trap an
individual, and the lack of identity leaves one free.
Another of Dickinson’s
lighter poems is “314 (254).” In this poem, she discusses hope:
“Hope” is the thing with
feathers –
That perches in the
soul-
And sings the tune
without the words –
And never stops – at
all-
She goes on to say that hope is heard in all situations, and says that
“Yet – never – in Extremity, / It asked a crumb – of me.” This is to say that
hope does not always take effort. Hope lives even if a person does not devote
him or herself specifically to developing it. It will always be there, guiding
a person through the most difficult times. These two poems show that Dickinson
has a more optimistic side to her poetry.
Whitman
Walt Whitman
1.
Ok, nerd alert, but all of this atom talk make me think of
the series 1 finale of Doctor Who,
when Rose turns into the Bad Wolf and tells the Dalek Emperor, “I can see the
whole of time and space, every single atom of your existence, and I divide
them.” Maybe it’s just because every time I see “atom” in this sense I hear it
in Bad Wolf Rose’s voice. There’s actually something sort of Whitman-esque in
the whole Bad Wolf speech, because it talks a lot about the whole of creation
and power over that, but I digress.
This is really an introduction to what “Song of Myself” will
be about. It reminds me of the first introductory sonnet of Astrophil and
Stella. The most poetic thing to me in this is the repetition. It gives the
poem a lilting rhythm, sort of a swinging back and forth.
5.
This is a pastoral strophe, and it’s also very holistic and
natural, with the lovers loafing in the grass, and the only man-made image is
the fence (and even that seems pretty natural). The repetition present in the
first strophe is also really prevalent here; the whole last stanza has each
line starting with “and”, which gives it sort of a rambling,
stream-of-consciousness feeling. We also get the idea of sex and bodies leading
to ideas, as his tryst and “loafe in the grass” leads him to contemplate nature
and God.
8.
Even though it is free verse, there is a rhythm to Whitman’s
poetry that’s especially noticeable in this strophe. Even if it’s not
necessarily iambic pentameter, there’s a lilting rhythm to “The youngster and
the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill” (150). The repetition adds to
the sense of the mundane brought by the everyday images, because many of these
are not big things; they’re the drone of the everyday that no one really
notices.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Frederick Douglass
(When asked to compare the overseers, this theme is what immediately came to mind, even if it involves masters and not only overseers. Page numbers all refer to the standalone book, not the Norton Anthology. Sorry!)
Douglass is surrounded by wrongdoing in the name of
Christ as he grows up, and this leads him to understand the great difference
between the Christianity of Christ and the “Christianity” of slaveholders, a
difference that is still prevalent in today’s society. Douglass does not
despise Christianity as a whole; he only hates Christianity when it is used as
an excuse to do evil.
“I love the pure, peaceable, and impartial Christianity
of Christ,” Douglass declares on page 115 of his first autobiography. Though
the examples of Bad “Christianity” far outnumber those of Good, there are a few
instances of the latter, one of which is the preacher Mr. George Cookman.
Shortly after Captain Auld’s conversion, he begins to invite several local
pastors over for dinner. The slaves all “loved” Mr. Cookman, because he always
called them in for prayers, while the other preachers only sometimes called in
the slaves. They also thought him instrumental in getting a very rich
slaveholder to emancipate his slaves, and “by some means got the impression
that he was laboring to effect the emancipation of all the slaves” (63). Though
he could not openly show his sympathy for the slaves, they felt it and knew he
was a good man. Another “true Christian” in Douglass’ life was his mistress
Sofia Auld. When he first arrived, she had never owned a slave and therefore
did not know the “proper” way it was done. She treated him with kindness, gave
him enough to eat, “seemed to be disturbed by [the crouching servility, usually
so acceptable a quality in a slave]. She did not deem it imprudent or
unmannerly for a slave to look her in the face” (43), and she did not beat him.
Unfortunately, she ultimately became corrupt with the power of slaveholding and
“that cheerful eye…soon became red with rage; that voice, made all of sweet
accord, changed to one of harsh and horrid discord; and that angelic face gave
place to that of a demon” (44). The final example that could be construed as
true Christianity is that Mr. Covey allowed his slaves to rest on Sundays, and
often called them to worship at his home. While his character was corrupt, he
showed some compassion by not forcing the slaves to work on Sundays.
“I therefore hate the
corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and
hypocritical Christianity of this land” (115). Clearly, Douglass condemns not
his own Christianity but that of his owners. Douglass also states “that
slaveholders have ordained…that the children of slave women shall in all cases
follow the condition of their mothers; and this is done too obviously to
administer to their own lusts, and make a gratification of their wicked desires
profitable as well as pleasurable” (17). Douglass also relates cases in which
slaveholders murder their slaves without a second thought. All of these
“religious” men seem to have forgotten the very basis of Christianity in the
Ten Commandments, specifically “Thou shalt not kill” and “Thou shalt not commit
adultery.” Such people are not Christians, no matter how much scripture they
quote or how many church services they attend. The “Christianity” of these
people is the “Christianity” that Douglass despises.
Better Late than Never: The Relations of Sex and Power in The Kingdom of This World
In The Kingdom of This
World (cue the Hallelujah Chorus running through my head indefinitely),
Alejo Carpentier uses sex in multiple ways to show the power dynamics of the
Cap Français. Some are more surprising than others.
The main way in which he uses sex is as a show of power. M.
Lenormand de Mézy keeps Marinette, a mulatto washer, as a pseudo-wife until he
marries again. After losing his second wife, “He suffered from a perpetual
erotomania that kept him panting after adolescent slave girls, the smell of
whose skin drove him out of his mind” (Carpentier 54). On the night of the slave
uprising, he went out “with the idea of forcing one of the girls who slipped
in[to the tobacco shed] at this late hour to steal some leaves for their father
to chew” (66). The man seems to almost be addicted to sex, but he uses it as a
way of asserting his dominance as master.
Once the power dynamic shifts and the slaves
revolt, however, they use sex to show their own power. On the night of the rebellion, Ti
Noël slips away from the crowd and into the house, because “For a long time now
he had dreamed of raping Mlle Floridor” (68) After the slave revolt is
smothered, Carpentier reveals that “The Negroes had violated nearly all the
well-born girls of the Plaine” (71). The slaves turned the tables on the
plantation owners and used sex to show their new (albeit short-lived) dominion.
Sex is also used to show Macandal’s power. His “deep, opaque
voice made him irresistible to the Negro women. And his narrative arts, when,
with terrible gestures, he played the part of the different personages, held
the men spellbound” (13), and upon his triumphant return, he is described as
having “testicles like rocks” (37).
However, even as Mézy uses sex to show his power, the slaves
have sex even more than he does. One instance is around Christmas, when Mézy is
more lax with discipline and the slaves might “slip by night into the quarters
of the newly purchased Angola woman whom the master was going to mate, with
Christian ceremony, after the holidays” (40). Sex is casually mentioned often,
and could potentially be viewed as the slaves trying to have power of their
own. There is one example of this that puts Mézy and Ti Noël into stark
contrast; while Mézy has a philosophical discussion with his wife on the slaves’
reactions to Macandal’s execution, “Ti Noël got one of the kitchen wenches with
twins, taking her three times in a manger of the stables” (47). This could be
Ti Noël searching for an outlet for his feelings regarding the execution after
having to hide them from the plantation owners.
While sex seems to be used as a symbol of power in The Kingdom of this World, it also can
be used as a symbol of sought power
or rebellion.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Stargazing at Lindeman Pond
(I would like to start by promising that this is not inappropriate! Also, it's not about the pond itself but about that area on campus...)
“Hey, I finally finished that paper!”
I send the text, my thoughts focused only on getting into my
pajamas and going to sleep. I think I deserve it after reading all that poetry.
I hear the Allons-y! of my ringtone,
expecting nothing more than a good-night.
“Yay J Hey, do you want to go stargazing? It’s the perfect
night for it.”
I hesitate. My bed beckons, but so does he.
He’s been wanting to take me stargazing for ages. He says
you can see an arm of the Milky Way if you go to the right place. I didn't even
know that was possible.
Just this week he asked if we could go, before he remembered
that it was a full moon and would therefore not make for good stargazing.
So I reply, “Sure.”
He comes to pick me up.
“There are three places we can go,” he says, “and quality of
the stargazing and the time it takes to get there are directly proportional.”
“I don’t want to go down by Storre.”
His face falls.
“You won’t like the best option, then.”
“What’s that?”
“Lindeman pond.”
I protest at first. It’s too far away, it’s too late, it’s
too cold. But he convinces me it will be worth it.
So, grumbling, I grab a blanket and a coat and we start the
long trek across campus.
By the time we get to the Regent’s lot, it’s cold. We begin walking
into the field, past the pond. The light slowly fades behind us as we walk
further into the misty dark. I start to get scared; this looks like a scene out
of a horror movie. We make our way blindly across the field, through the ropes
course, almost hitting the cables holding it up more times than we can count.
Neither of us think to use our phones; that would make entirely too much sense.
I’m tired and I’m cold and the dew has soaked the hem of my
pants and I’m wondering if it’s worth it when we lay out the blanket, lie down
on the ground, and stare up at the sky.
And it definitely is.
I see more stars than I ever remember seeing, even when I
lived in New Mexico and spent so much time in the mountains. I can see an arm
of the Milky Way, just like he said. I see shooting stars. It makes me feel so
small and insignificant.
I want to take a picture, but my phone only captures the
darkness, not the millions of specks of light the stars provide. I suppose it’s
fitting; technology really doesn’t belong here. We try to find constellations
but fail miserably. That’s fitting, too; we’re not supposed to impose order on
this.
I want to say something, but I don’t know what. It’s hard to
put words to the entire cosmos, the whole universe stretching as far as the eye
can see in every direction. All I can say is, “Thank you,” and hold him closer.
And as I look, I forget the cold, hard ground. I forget how
tired I am. I even start to forget the one beside me who brought me here.
Laying by the pond, staring at the stars, all I notice is nature.
And it’s so incredibly beautiful.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Crossroads (A Trip to Anderson Prairie)
A Crossroads |
Crossroads
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by.
Death...reaching high above |
But what if it isn't two paths?
But three? Or four?
A
Crossroads
Of Life and Death
Death, with its
Dark, smothering stench
Reaching high above
Or a buzzing honeybee |
But life struggles through
As a purple flower
Or a buzzing honeybee
And as you traverse the
Crossroads
Death gives way to Life
Vibrancy and growth
And you can see it all.
It becomes manageable,
No longer drowning
But Living
It's all about the Benjamins, baby
For someone who writes under a million
or so pennames, Benjamin Franklin does a surprisingly good job connecting
himself to his text in his writings. I found this especially evident in “Information
to Those Who Would Remove to America” and “The Way to Wealth.”
Let’s start with “Way to Wealth.” Not
only is Ben using a pseudonym here (in this case, “Poor Richard”) but he’s not
writing directly as Poor Richard. He’s writing as Poor Richard writing a letter
to his readers, and Poor Richard is describing a situation in which Father
Abraham just so happened, by a crazy coincidence, to have every word of Richard’s
almanacs memorized. At least that’s the way it seems, given how proficiently he
quotes them. So, this piece is Poor Richard describing Father Abraham who is
quoting Poor Richard who is actually Benjamin Franklin. It’s like the 18th
century version of Inception! Here,
Franklin is trying to hide the fact that he’s connecting himself to his text;
he’s writing under the persona of Poor Richard, who isn’t just sharing his own
thoughts but is writing them through the guise of another person. Essentially,
Franklin is tooting his own horn without it looking like he is, the crafty guy.
Most of the things Father Abraham says Poor Richard said in this piece are
attributed to Benjamin Franklin (“Early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man
healthy, wealthy, and wise,” “God helps them that help themselves”), so they
are his own thoughts; they’re just masterfully hidden Inception-style through layers of pseudonyms.
“Information to Those Who Would Remove
to America” is connecting self to text in a different way, because it is
admittedly self-penned, as opposed to the writer’s identity being shrouded.
However, he refers to himself in the third person, which adds a sense of
distance to this piece. He speaks convincingly of his own experiences, both in
and out of America, because he does genuinely care about the country and about
its global reputation.
Monday, September 23, 2013
(Hopefully) Last thing about Maypoles
So with all this maypole discussion I thought I'd share my one and only experience with a maypole. In 8th grade I was part of a production of The Great Russian Nutcracker; this is the version that tours the country with principal dancers from Russia and children/teens/supporting dancers from the local communities in each city. I was an angel in this production (for those unfamiliar with The Nutcracker, the angels are the first to greet Clara and the Nutcracker when they enter the land of sweets). The Russian dancers (who we had barely practiced with before the show) used a maypole in this scene (which I'm pretty sure they didn't use in practice) and in the performance that evening they knocked my halo off with one of the ribbons, so it was hanging awkwardly off the side of my head. Because I was one of the 6 tallest angels I was carrying a prop (mine was a bird on a stick...not sure why, maybe because it was tropical?), so I'm trying to hold this bird, keep dancing, and subtly pin my halo back on...it was kind of a nightmare. So Russians + maypoles = not my favorite combination of things.
More on Maypoles (Seriously, why is everyone obsessed with Maypoles??)
Ok, so we all know how much Nathaniel Hawthorne dislikes the
Puritans, but his account of The May-Pole at Merry Mount takes this to a whole
new level, and there are some major contrasts between his version of the events
and the originals as described by Bradford and Morton:
- Hawthorne’s account makes Merry Mount sound like the stuff of legend and that it’s been there for centuries. He describes an almost classical scene, lending a mythological air to the whole thing (especially the part about the dancing bear). His account is certainly more fantastical and less realistic than those by Bradford or Morton. As far as the aged description of Merry Mount is concerned: “Two hundred years ago, and more, the old world and its inhabitants became mutually weary of each other” (404). Granted, he could be referring to the 200 years that have passed between the events described and his own writing, but this sentence and the passage following give the impression that Merry Mount has been around for centuries, while it seems much more short-lived in other accounts.
- While there is no mention of the work model of Merry Mount, or the riddle affixed to the maypole, but there is the added element of a wedding.
- Hawthorne seems to have more disdain for the Puritans in his account than Morton did in his, though I think it’s important to note that, if I remember correctly, it was the Pilgrims, not the Puritans, who were involved with the affair of Merry Mount. Not sure if that’s actually relevant, but whatever. Either way, Hawthorne really lays the smack down on these guys, including the manner in which they cut down the maypole and take people prisoner to be beaten and punished. Yet, he has them take pity on the Lord and Lady of May, and by the end seems to have made a 180-degree turn and is disdainful of Merry Mount: “[The Lord and Lady of May] went heavenward, supporting each other along the difficult path which it was their lot to tread, and never wasted one regretful thought on the vanities of Merry Mount” (409). It’s also interesting to note that Hawthorne never discusses Morton as Merry Mount’s father, or his role in its being shut down.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
A Tale of Two Maypoles
(I apologize in advance for not having seen the notice to post by 10 a.m. Sorry!)
Here is my own interpretation of how the writers discuss
(Merry/Ma-re)Mount:
Bradford: MERRYMOUNT IS A HIVE OF SIN AND VILLAINY AND THEY
HAVE A MAYPOLE OMG AND THEY DRINK AND LIKE THE NATIVES AND SELL THEM GUNS AND
STUFF AND THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!
Morton: Hey, you know, we’re pretty chill. Just celebrating
some saints’ days and making merry with our neighbors; it’s all good. Sorry,
what’s that? The Plymouth folks don’t like us? Well, I think that’s their
problem, not mine. I’m too busy supporting the Church of England to care what
they think. Also, it’s Ma-re Mount, like the sea, you uncultured swine.
One of Bradford’s greatest problems with Morton were that he
supposedly sold guns and powder to the Indians (though the introduction on
Morton says this was highly unlikely, and that the whole scuffle was more
likely about fur trade). The other was the “relaxed” atmosphere at “Merrymount,”
thence renamed Mount Dagon (which, side note, I definitely thought said “Mount Dragon,” which I think is MUCH cooler.
But I digress): “And after they had got some good into their hands…they spent
it as vainly, in quaffing and drinking both wine and strong waters in great
excess…They also set up a maypole, drinking and dancing about it many days
together” (145). Bradford also accuses Morton of “maintain[ing] (as it were) a
school of Atheism,” (ibid) which Morton claims is untrue and that he is a part
of the Church of England. Morton, in turn, criticizes them for their lack of
education (thinking he celebrates the goddess Flora rather than Maia; being
unable to decipher the riddle on the maypole). When exactly the name was
changed to Mount Dagon is unclear; Morton says that’s just what they called it
when the maypole went up, but Bradford says it was renamed after Morton was
sent back to England.
The other point that differs greatly is the description of
the battle.
Bradford: The men go straight to Merrymount, are shot at by
Morton and his men (who are incredibly drunk), and they took him by force
without any discussion.
Morton: Was somewhere else when the men attacked him, so he escaped to Ma-re Mount, and when the “nine
worthies” followed they made an agreement that Morton would yield but not lay
down arms. Once the agreement was reached, they immediately broke it by
storming in and “so eagerly was every man bent against him (not regarding any
agreement made with such a carnal man), that they fell upon him as if they
would have eaten him” (164).
Sunday, September 15, 2013
The popping of the Disney bubble
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Tambien la Lluvia and Spanish Conquest Narratives
First of all, I would just like to
say that Tambien la Lluvia was such a
phenomenal film. I found myself forgetting that it wasn’t an actual documentary
and at the end saying, “But what about the movie? Did they ever get it made? Oh
wait…not real.” The paradox and dichotomy in it was also phenomenal, especially
with the characters of Antón/Colón (Columbus), Juan/Montesinos, and Alberto/Las
Casas. It’s that dichotomy that really fascinated me and that I’m going to
focus on in this post.
In the
film, these actors had essentially the exact opposite personalities of their
real-life characters. While Columbus was interested in the natives only as
natural resources (“In the interior are mines of metals, and the population is
without number” (Norton 36)), Antón was the most concerned with the plight of
the modern-day natives, challenging both fellow cast members and also the
Bolivian officials. As much as Alberto embraced his role as Las Casas, he didn’t
seem too concerned with how the natives were treated in modern times. In
contrast, his real-life character was so distraught over the plight of the
natives that he became a priest and devoted his life to getting the Spanish
government to intervene to stop slavery. Another interesting thing about Antón
is that he pointed out the historical discrepancies of the film, or the parts
the filmmakers were conveniently ignoring, most notably De Casas’ “solution” of
using African slaves instead of Indian ones. (So, does that mean we can ultimately
blame him for the Civil War?)
One of
the other incredible things is how Costa is the modern-day Las Casas in this
interpretation. At first he doesn’t care about exploiting the locals; he’s just
happy to have an inexpensive pool of extras. By the end of the film, he risks
his life to save one of the girls from the film. Like Las Casas, he saw the
error of his ways and changed for the better.
The
directors of Tambien la Lluvia really
did a fantastic job framing the dichotomy between the story the filmmakers were
creating and the way they were reacting to the same type of situation in their
own lives.
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