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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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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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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.
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Ariana's Confusing Musings: April 2007
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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. Tuesday, April 24, 2007. 510: From my draft, here is a reworked discussion of the mirror and the spiral. The mirror can be the starting point of a visual spiral of reality as is seen when, in Higuchinsky’s film. This is a clear example of Frye’s comment in. This title is translated as. Sink – return to th...
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Ariana's Confusing Musings: Dreams and Premonitions
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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. Sunday, March 4, 2007. So I know we aren't supposed to bring our dreams into the dayworld, but what about premonition dreams? How do we account for dreams that ARE related to the dayworld through no choice or actions of our own? Is this at all related to Melanie's theory of deja vu? March 5, 2007 at 11:38 PM.
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Ariana's Confusing Musings: Spiraling madness, dreams, and Foucault
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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. Tuesday, April 3, 2007. Spiraling madness, dreams, and Foucault. The following passage from Foucault's Madness and Civilization. Finally, you're back! I've missed you, Ariana. :). April 5, 2007 at 11:59 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Alice Through the Jungian Looking Glass Essay. Myth of the Minotaur.
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Tread Lightly: Sandra Alcosser
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English 510: The Displacement of Myth in Literature and Dream.and Life. Also, at times, personal poetry. Monday, March 19, 2007. Some days he’d rub two pegs together. Until they made a greasy hum. Like rain, the sound of moles. Gnawing the dirt’s grain, the song. Soils sing before a quake,. And the red bodies would hang. Above the ground in a kind of confusion. Or ecstasy. They would writhe. Am I the only corrupt mind in the room? Among the claw-foot sofas, under the looming. Artie had the whites teeth a...
