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Tread Lightly: There is Nothing Quite Like It.
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English 510: The Displacement of Myth in Literature and Dream.and Life. Also, at times, personal poetry. Thursday, March 1, 2007. There is Nothing Quite Like It. Melanie, I think you are on to something here. Sparagmos refers to an ancient. Ritual in which a living animal- or sometimes even a human being- would be sacrificed by being dismembered, by the tearing apart of limbs from ones body. Sparagmos was frequently followed by. The eating of the raw flesh of the one dismembered). Contents back into the.
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Tread Lightly
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English 510: The Displacement of Myth in Literature and Dream.and Life. Also, at times, personal poetry. Saturday, February 24, 2007. Dreams – A microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One of Many Attempts to Understand. Whats Going on in Their Head, These Surrealist Po. Surrealism[1] is a cultural, social and political . Dreams – A microscope through which we look at t. What Might You Find in the Shed of a Gardener? A man with a story.
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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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Ariana's Confusing Musings: 550: Attempt at longer poems
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Blog for Dr. Michael Sexson's English 510: The Displacement of Myth in Literature, Dreams, and Life and Dr. Greg Keeler's English 550: Reading and Writing Contemporary American Poetry Spring 2007. Monday, April 2, 2007. 550: Attempt at longer poems. Hurricane breezes play zylophone on. Metal shingles with birch hammers. Clangy, sudden, disharmonic. Now silent and safe. Or so it seems. After dinner the back porch door. She thrust down, lying out. Lying to the earth. Claiming to protect but. The sun conced...
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Comfortable Amongst Chaos: Boycotting Reality
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Sunday, February 11, 2007. Sexson sarcastically posed the question in class on Wednesday, "Who would like to live in the world of Don Quixote and Romanticism? Where is the fun in that! Chaundera - You sound distressed. I think the problem with concepts like the Quixotic ideal and other romantic notions is that they seem ideal, when really they aren't. Remember that Don Quixote saw Dulcinea as beautiful and not as a prostitute. Romantic? Sure Safe for him? February 13, 2007 at 8:07 PM. The Science of Sleep.
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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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HermeticTreasures: What dreams may come
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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. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What dreams may come. Bozeman, Montana, United States.
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Tread Lightly: Valentine's Day
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English 510: The Displacement of Myth in Literature and Dream.and Life. Also, at times, personal poetry. Saturday, March 3, 2007. As I search for information on cupid, I am enlightened with tidbits on Valentine's Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Dream is Merely an Onion. Being Oblivious, that could be one way to describ. Eating in Your Dream. The Knowledge of a Child. The Dark Side of The Moon. There is Nothing Quite Like It.
