tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post6707792868880624351..comments2023-10-11T06:26:01.345-07:00Comments on American Literature After 1945 Fall 2014: The fishAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859084138187073439noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post-49190938365893517912014-09-12T14:32:48.999-07:002014-09-12T14:32:48.999-07:00I agree that the fish was a survivor and the child...I agree that the fish was a survivor and the child that caught the fish recognize his courage and let it go free. The lines and hooks that were caught in the fish's mouth were his badges of honor and wisdom.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13961819377627868572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375071335679640824.post-31841977957054878852014-09-12T05:36:21.759-07:002014-09-12T05:36:21.759-07:00You bring up some excellent points! When I think o...You bring up some excellent points! When I think of the fish, I imagine a great being. It is more than simply a creature of the water, but a symbol of strength. In a sense, the fish reminded me of the "Beast" in Sandlot. Many a fisherman imagined what they were reeling in; determined to pull in the ever fighting force on the opposing line. He became a legend; the one that got away. Just as the fish, the "Beast" has an ora of greatness surrounding his being. He is this unstoppable force. When the fish was released at the end of the poem, I felt a sense of beauty flow back into the deep unknown. In a world where beings are treated as merely profit, it became profound that the fisherman released the glorious fish. As said in Sandlot, "heroes get remembered, but legends never die." Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06678324256598451605noreply@blogger.com