is anyone else so ready for the hellacious month of April to be over?! I can’t take much more of this overwhelming school work. Thank you to all of my professors who decided to make all of my major grades come from assignments due within hours of each other. Hating all of these papers.
Just gotta make it til may, make it til may… short term goals people- they make you feel accomplished faster! haha
i carry your heart in my heart
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-E.E.Cummings
I love this poem for its words and message alone but there is so much to look at in terms of syntax and diciton.
I read this as a non religious person due to the vary point I believe Nietzsche is trying to make. Interesting…
125 The madman.—Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”—As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?—Thus they yelled and laughed.
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him—you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us—for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars and yet they have done it themselves.”
It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”
Im not entirely sure what or how Im going to make the two page summary of how I inteded to research my topic and find information
internet.
two pages yet? haha anyone have any luck or ideas?
I know I am going to sound like a total dweeb, but 7 pages just was not enough room to talk about how much stuff there was to discuss in the Scarlet Ibis. It is offically one of my favorite stories (yes, novels included). It is so rich in symbolism and allusions-it’s just beautiful in a both macabre and endearing way. I would definitely recommend!
by the way, my spelling is horrid-so please disregard haha
What did everyone think of the Rose for Emily? Personally, I really enjoy Faulkner and his way of weaving stories together.
Another wonderful Southern author is James Hurst who wrote my short story for the paper, “The Scarlet Ibis”. It’s such a wonderful story, will make you cry ladies! I would greatly encourage everyone to read it. Great symbolism and fanstastic imagery. He is such a wonderful writer. If anyone does read it, let me know what you think.
As far as the literary annlysis goes I really enjoy writing these! I wrote them all the time for my AP lit class my senior year, actually one every Friday second semester. I love reading the stories with a highlighter in tow, being sure to mark each aspect I felt was important and also just quotes that stood out to me. After, I think it’s kind of like a puzzle where you piece together all the important aspects in order to support your idea of what exactly is trying to be achieved by the author. Symbolism is my favorite literary aspect to annalyize and the Scarlet Ibis has a ton! I love finding out the secret message or connection the author is trying to subtaly utilize, a message that only those keen enough to grasp shall hear. So, I change my mind, my favorite genre of writing is a literary annalysis.
I personally enjoyed writing the evaluations best. I liked being able to voice an opinion backed up with evidence from the subject. I also wrote my evaluation on one of my favorite movies so finding things to talk about was not a challenge. I liked pointing out both the good and bad characteristics of Juno. Second runner up to evaluations would be writing literary critiques. I had to do those all the time in high school AP English. I got quite good at them toward the end of the semester. Its almost a process of dissection-picking out the pieces you feel the author included purposely. I enjoyed making connections between allusions and other seemingly minor details and the bigger picture. I enjoyed trying to find the reason behind the authors use of diction,personification,allusions,etc. I found writing literary critiques to be like a puzzle,a puzzle I enjoyed solving.
I still have no idea how to comment on other people’s blogs-please someone help me figure this out! haha
does anyone know where we are supposed to write our discussion questions from Wednesday? I really enjoyed my story (Strawberry Moon), it was about a Native American woman and how her culture helped her reach her “true path” ( the path to wisdom and inner peace). I think we (Westernized culture) still have a lot to learn from the Native Americans, about their love and unity with nature. I believe most of our problems in society are due to a sheer lack of love-love for one another, love for our country, but most of all love and respect for our planet. We come from the earth, we live by the earth and we shall return to earth when we die. We should make it a peaceful resting place, don’t ya think.
I find the Native American culture fascinating. I would recommend the strawberry moon story.
