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EnglishMelanie: contemporary poetry
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Sunday, April 1, 2007. Hmmm…what is contemporary poetry? Trying to define contemporary poetry is problematic for me on several levels. First, the word “contemporary” is tricky. How old can the poetry be to not be contemporary or, in other words, how new should it be? Another possible hallmark of contemporary poetry, not that this is exclusive to contemporary poetry, seems to be that contemporary poetry makes the reader work a little harder to extract meaning. Even in poetry that we think is accessibl...
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Dreaming Myths: February 2007
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In a class that promises to make me even further unfit for reality. Monday, February 26, 2007. I see his blood upon the rose. And in the stars the glory of his eyes,. His body gleams amid eternal snows,. His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower;. The thunder and the singing of the birds. Are but his voice and carven by his power. Rocks are his written words. All pathways by his feet are worn,. His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,. His cross is every tree. Links to this post.
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HermeticTreasures: March 2007
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007. What dreams may come. Our revels are now ended. These our actors (As I fortold you) were all spirits, and are melted into air, into thin air, And like the baseless fabric of this vision / And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. " -The Tempest VI.i.148 -158. Sunday, March 18, 2007. The poem below should remind us of several things. Which falsehood would you choose?
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HermeticTreasures: February 2007
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007. Nightmares of Realism: "Working through" the dream-like characters of Traumatic Events. I am currently taking an independent study course on Trauma Narratives. I was surprised, not quite delighted, to see Northrop Frye mentioned in LaCapra’s Writing History, Writing Trauma. Personal Narratives, oftentimes out of psychological necessity, adopt a redemptive pattern of telling. Or is silence the most appropriate recollection? According to Wiki, the Senex is the archetypal opposit...
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Dreaming Myths: January 2007
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In a class that promises to make me even further unfit for reality. Wednesday, January 31, 2007. Notable class 31 Jan. Northrup Frye doesn't ascribe to any particular school of criticism or author. He intends, instead, to provide a sort of universal (omniscient/present) view of what it means to read/interpret literature. He proposes to reduce literature to its lowest common denominator: words and their structure. Does Northie think he's God? What is the difference between myths and fairy tales? Hoaxes: f...
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EnglishMelanie: March 2007
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Monday, March 26, 2007. According to Hillman, revelry (music, carnival, circus, clown) represents "riotous rebellion (revel/rebel), discord" (175). He also contends that these types of dreams are more common than you may think. Even if there is no carnival or circus scene in the dream, if your dream is literally or figuratively "upside-down," then an element of carnival is present. A couple of interesting ideas. 2 "Where else but the circus will we ever see the underworld in daylight? One – mountai...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido
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Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. It would be the last time her mom. Would ask her to chop. They said she might not be allowed. To play with the other kids. She kept pinching the boy. Until his skin turned red and started.
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HermeticTreasures: April 2007
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Monday, April 9, 2007. Saturday, April 7, 2007. Is this a man? Tuesday, April 3, 2007. Felix Culpa; and Hillmanian Soul-Making. Milton's Satan is in the catagory of the demonic, but is given the oratory skills of the heroic. Ultimately, the opsis of his apocalyptic battle is heroic. Dante's Satan is much more in the realm of Hillman's Underworld, where blackness, diarrhea, mastication, reversal and bodily perversion reign. The opsis is much richer and blacker. What is the Fantasy? Is it Hillman's Dream w...
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Dreaming Myths: April 2007
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In a class that promises to make me even further unfit for reality. Monday, April 2, 2007. These quotes also worked to elucidate Hillman for me.or perhaps Hillman elucidates States. M]onstrosities are simply extreme variations of the dream image’s peculiar normalcy (States 32). There is, generally, in a dream, no moment where we go Whoa! This can’t be real! Posted by Jensen @ 5:24 PM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Julie [R and F]. Notable Class 28 March. Hide and go seek.
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EnglishMelanie: new poems
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Sunday, April 22, 2007. Here are the latest 550 poems. I will admit that I felt very uninspired this week. My poems are subpar. Sorry. It was on that September day, shortly after her 70th,. It was when they passed - on their way up her sidewalk - the unfamiliar face of the salesman. On his way down her sidewalk. She sat, with hands folded, in the kitchen of her small house. She had purchased life insurance from the traveling salesman and had already forgotten that she'd written the check. And, wow, look,.
