“Though leaves are many, the root is one”
This can be taken in so many ways, are the leaves the moments of our lives and the root our birth? I believe that your life is made of a few large moments in your life. I looked as the tree as the root is my destiny and the leaves are significant moments in my life and after I live that moment that leaf die and falls off, eventually my destiny will end and I will die. But a dead tree will leave a mark on the world. I live my life for my leaves the moments that make me who I am, and the flowers are the times I give someone else a leaf, so they can have a siginfact moment to mold to their destiny.
“Now I may wither into the truth.”
With age comes truth. As we die we learn ultimate truths about after life, and if we amounted to everything. In the last moments of our life we gain the most wisdom we ever had. I imagine death to be a panic because you gain the secretes of life and know you cant share them with your children or love ones. Human life has be centered on unlocking this Pandora’s box of secretes, and as you die you have the key only to have it be tauntingly pried from your hands. Death is a final taught to give you the power of the world only to isolate you, to be haunted to death by your new found wisdom. We all have different leaves but are tricked and tortured by death.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
A Work of Artifice
To me this poem was very straight forward about the oppression of women. Of course this poem made me think of Janie. The first thing you read of Their Eyes Were Watching God is a blatant slap in the face to the treatment of women. “Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.” Why do women need to live imagined lives but can’t imagine their own ship? Later the book states about Janie “She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.” Women don’t have dreams only dreams that their children will fulfill their dreams.
This poem raise the chicken and the egg issue did women choose their pretty “pots” and give up their hopes and dreams first or did women decide to want the pots and empty lives because they were forced to? For most of history women have looked to man as protectors and providers. They felt lucky that they have someone to prune them and keep the 9 inches tall. Women have been taught to strive to find a good gardener no matter how sharp his gardening tools are, and do as he says. Nanny speaks of the relation between man and woman "So de white man throw down de load and tell de nigger man tuh pick it up. He pick it up because he have to, but he don’t tote it. He hand it to his womenfolks. De nigger woman is de mule ud de world so fur as Ah can see." No matter how many times a woman is torn down by a man she is still supposed to love him, and be great full. The hands we love to touch hit us the hardest.
Most classic story tales have damsels in distress and the prince always croons over them. That damsel is always so lucky to be saved. Even though men might be the problem women are a driving force. Women are their own and each others harshest critics. We find value through beauty and have high expiations of what beauty is. Not only do we need our hair in curlers we need to be dainty and graceful.
Women have been starved of knowledge for most of history. Even in some countries today women aren’t aloud to go to school. Our brains have been starved of knowledge and crippled with lies. Like the lie Janie believed that with love comes marriage. I watched a episode of Bewitched the other day and Samantha’s husband was trying to teach her to drive, and she told him “These new gadgets scare me!” even a empower female witch lied to the little girls of America.
This poem raise the chicken and the egg issue did women choose their pretty “pots” and give up their hopes and dreams first or did women decide to want the pots and empty lives because they were forced to? For most of history women have looked to man as protectors and providers. They felt lucky that they have someone to prune them and keep the 9 inches tall. Women have been taught to strive to find a good gardener no matter how sharp his gardening tools are, and do as he says. Nanny speaks of the relation between man and woman "So de white man throw down de load and tell de nigger man tuh pick it up. He pick it up because he have to, but he don’t tote it. He hand it to his womenfolks. De nigger woman is de mule ud de world so fur as Ah can see." No matter how many times a woman is torn down by a man she is still supposed to love him, and be great full. The hands we love to touch hit us the hardest.
Most classic story tales have damsels in distress and the prince always croons over them. That damsel is always so lucky to be saved. Even though men might be the problem women are a driving force. Women are their own and each others harshest critics. We find value through beauty and have high expiations of what beauty is. Not only do we need our hair in curlers we need to be dainty and graceful.
Women have been starved of knowledge for most of history. Even in some countries today women aren’t aloud to go to school. Our brains have been starved of knowledge and crippled with lies. Like the lie Janie believed that with love comes marriage. I watched a episode of Bewitched the other day and Samantha’s husband was trying to teach her to drive, and she told him “These new gadgets scare me!” even a empower female witch lied to the little girls of America.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Secret
“Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. “
As humans we are always searching for the meaning of life, it only makes sense that we would find our answers in poems. We often experience things that we think are the keys to life. Lots of time people think music is the answer to most questions. Or even in religious text like the bible people choose a verse that represents them. We really define who we are through our writing and artistic impression.
“No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret.”
As time goes on things loose importance to us. We always find new secrets. People always treasure their newer treasure more because of the illusion it is original.
“I love them for finding what I can’t find.”
When we are around children we often find that they have a different view of the world. We don’t always agree with each other but the only way society moves forward is if find new ideas. ]
“For forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them.”
I love when you hear a song you use to love when you were little and you feel like you rediscovered a part of your life. Life is often described as moments that define your life, and you relive those moments over and over.
As humans we are always searching for the meaning of life, it only makes sense that we would find our answers in poems. We often experience things that we think are the keys to life. Lots of time people think music is the answer to most questions. Or even in religious text like the bible people choose a verse that represents them. We really define who we are through our writing and artistic impression.
“No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret.”
As time goes on things loose importance to us. We always find new secrets. People always treasure their newer treasure more because of the illusion it is original.
“I love them for finding what I can’t find.”
When we are around children we often find that they have a different view of the world. We don’t always agree with each other but the only way society moves forward is if find new ideas. ]
“For forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them.”
I love when you hear a song you use to love when you were little and you feel like you rediscovered a part of your life. Life is often described as moments that define your life, and you relive those moments over and over.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Disillusionment at Ten O’ Clock
I thought I was being clever by picking a short poem but, it turns out that was a bad idea. I read Disillusionment at Ten O’ Clock and was completely confused. I finally conclude that this poem is about how you live your life. In the beginning Stevens talks about “The houses are haunted, by white night-gowns” This means the houses “society” are haunted by white plain normal night gowns. We are cursed with our own normalcy. I took in to account the time the poem was written in 1915 WWI was going on. Lots of times during war lots of literature has the ideas that we are zombies to routine and I could see how you could interpret this poem in the sense that even during war we are still in our routines. The part with all the colors I thought was silly and was part of the poem to show how normal and boring we are, because as I read it I was genuinely shocked and confused. I also thought it was interesting the colors went green, purple, green, green, yellow, yellow, blue. When it should be green, green, purple, purple, green, green, yellow, yellow, blue. But by me noticing that part of the poem which wasn’t to important it proves Steven’s point we strive for normalcy like patterns.
I looked up ceintures and I found out they were types of sashes. I thought socks with lace was normal and sashes were out of the ordinary. “People are not going to dream of baboons and periwinkles.” We are so normal we even dream normalcy. While in society sailors have often been looked at as strange outcast. The sailor is different but his dreams are interesting. The red weather part made me think of the red scare even thought that was after the poem was written. That line really made me think of how people acted in the 1950’s. There was so much fear of not being normal because of being accused of being a communist. Many people looked at the ones who stood up as strong enough to catches tigers.
I looked up ceintures and I found out they were types of sashes. I thought socks with lace was normal and sashes were out of the ordinary. “People are not going to dream of baboons and periwinkles.” We are so normal we even dream normalcy. While in society sailors have often been looked at as strange outcast. The sailor is different but his dreams are interesting. The red weather part made me think of the red scare even thought that was after the poem was written. That line really made me think of how people acted in the 1950’s. There was so much fear of not being normal because of being accused of being a communist. Many people looked at the ones who stood up as strong enough to catches tigers.
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