Showing posts with label week 6. Show all posts
Showing posts with label week 6. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Sexism: The Archaic 50's


Repression. Pain. Anguish. The screams of the forgotten bellow amidst the lines’s of Syliva Plath’s poem “Daddy.” Plath depicts the totalitarian conformity of femininity throughout her work. Her father figure was simply that; a figure. A statue of manhood in command of his home. She recalls “so I never could tell where you put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw”(Plath). Plath feared her loathsome father. He did not respect her as a person. She was controlled by the pressures of societal expectations. Her depiction of the dominance over femininity is quite accurate and enlightening. In no way is her portrayal offensive in regard to her mention of the Nazi Regime. It was simply a metaphor of epic proportions. She so desired to depict the fallacy of the prominence of man. All must be equal. All must be free. 

Syliva Plath not only depicts the injustice of the American man, but also his sinful nature. After being married and separated, Plath writes “the vampire who said he was you and drank my blood for a year, seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There’s a stake in your fat black heart”(Plath). Men not only desired unparalleled control, but also indulged in gluttony. Man held the reign guiding the government into the bowels of sexism and subjugation. He desired to “feed” off the woman. Take all she could give for his own. Plath’s illusion of the vampiric, parasitic nature of man simply evokes a necessity for change in regiment. Was Plath just in her metaphor of the Nazi Regime? Does she accurately depict the nature of society during her exploration into the fallacy of the male role?  
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A Vibrant Stream of Exploration


How does one begin to expand consciousness? The mind is the apex of a physical being; blood rushing, pumping into the all mighty power source. Many think the heart is in regulation of emotion, while in fact it is not. The heart does not break in times of despair, the mind does. The mind breaks down into its rawest state. The mind holds the answers. “No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride... and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well... maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten”(Thompson). In times  of exploration, the culmination is the point in which the mind frees itself from the norms of reality. The two men were not sure as to what they were getting into, but knew it would be a wild ride. The goal was not destroy the body, but yet free the mind. It is simply about the ride. Let it take you. Glide into a real where conformity is obliterated into fragments of delusion and chaos. 

Piece by piece we entwine the enigmatic pieces of the puzzle which define our lives. Some refuse to adhere to a world of such normality. “But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country-but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that”(Thompson). To escape from the bounds of reality is to surge into a world of sustenance. In an era of newfound freedom, drugs released the true being into a world of colors and emotions. The world was no longer black and what, but a vibrant stream of stirring pigments. To jump into the water was the first step to becoming a new, enlightened being. Is exploration necessary for the human experience? How did the drug use of the 60's and 70's change an era?  


Also, I apologize for the lateness of my posts. I had strep throat all last week and was exhausted. I guess better late than never! 
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Where have you been

Joyce Carol Oates' "Where are you going, where have you been", was an extremely uncomfortable read.  Connie seemed at first like a typical pretty high school girl.  She would look at other people to guage how she looked or felt herself.  Her mother was a bit on the unloving or unfriendly side, maybe because she wasn't as pretty as her daughter, and had some jealousy because of it.  The line about her having to sides to everything, one at home and one everywhere but home gave me the sense that she was always hiding something and always putting on a front.  At the end of the story, when the two men are threatening her and she wants to call the cops but knows by their tone that they will do what they have to in order to have their way with her.  This is where Oates draws the line of Connie going from child to adult.  She wanted to let her family remain safe, and in turn gave the man what he wanted, we can only assume.  I guess at a situation like that, considering that the most heroic thing she can do is basically volunteer to get sexually abused, I  don't know what to think.
Arnie Friend is a lunatic who found out everything about Connie so he would know just when to come to her house and do what he wanted.  He was a master manipulator who eventually got what he wanted, and likely ruined Connie's life for self pleasure.
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The Boston Poets

Lowell, Plath and Sexton. It's strange how these three influential poets lives crossed, and how parallel they seem despite thier differences. Lowell was my least favorite of the three and I guess that's because I felt unable to understand his struggle as much as with Plath or Sexton whose lives were unimportant they felt if they were not married. I believe Lowell felt the same but to a much lesser degree, his poetry reflected his failed marriage and the seperation of his son, he wrote the poem "Near the Ocean" for his former wife Elizabeth Hardwich Lowell. Honestly even that poem to me seemed trite and I had a difficult time absorbing the meaning of his words and what exactly he was trying to say or feel. Where in Sexton's poetry especilly I made an immediate connection and I feel like I understand her. In her poem "Housewife" she talks about losing yourself to become somone else, some THING else, a housewife. " It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a liver and bowel movements." (Sexton 3049). She's talking about this seperate thing you become apart of when you are married, this role you are expected to fill and the way you lose your identity when you fill it. That happened to me when my husband and I were first married, I fell into a depression and felt like I'd lost everything about me that I'd love. I cleaned and cooked, did the laundry and pleased my husband but I was so unhappy. I see all of this in her poem, of course I found myself again and my marriage is much better for having gotten out of that and talking about what was going on with me but reading this immediatly took me back there, and reading Sylvia Plath's introduction shined a light to her depression and why both women were emotionally unstable and spent a fair share of time hospitalized and both chose to end their lives early. It's so unbelievably tragic, their pain and suffering is so beautiful in their writting and you truly fee what they were feeling. Living in a society with expectations that they could not fulfill, I think that's why for Lowell despite having similar struggles it's different, there isn't this extreme pressure or expectation to get married. And womans worth is determined by her martial status and a mans is not and that's something he just couldn't understand. Yes it hurt him that he and his wife divorced but it didn't define him, but for her and Plath and Sexton when they left their husbands there was a stigma of FAILURE places upon them despite all their academic and literary success they were less than because their couldn't stay married. It's tragic. 

Is the role in life Plath and Sexton were expected to fill comparable to the role that Lowell also filled? If there a gender to topics in poetry and in suffering? Does the death of the authors or the way that they died change the way their poetry is read? 

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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Plath


Says the man who wrote Manhattan, romanticizing a grown man's relationship with an underage girl. Apparently his life's story was fine for the page.  It's a funny thing that Kerouac and Hemingway's escapades can be written and re-written about and rarely see the same scorn.  We as a culture tend to romanticize young deaths, suicide or otherwise, James Dean, Kurt Cobain, Marilyn Monroe - because of the potential that was lost, and the eternal youth we're now left with.  Amy Winehouse, Heath Ledger, and Cory Monteith will be this generation's group - Amy even joins the proverbial "27 Club" and Joan Rivers still joked about her death.  Why do people feel the right to scorn these young people, even in untimely death?  Whereas I've had plenty of people jump down my throat for saying anything il of Ms. Rivers - someone who got to live a long life and got to tear down those who were already down.  Does age allow us a level of respect not offered to (basically) kids who die?  People like Woody Allen, Joan, and others who are now older than these tragic youths feel the right to scorn them even if death?  If Sylvia had lived a long and tragic life, dying of old age - would she still be considered the hero of silly college girls?  Would her books still be sold in Urban Outfitters, much to the scorn of our parents?
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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Sylvia Plath makes me sad


I've always heard that Sylvia Plath's poetry was fairly depressing, and I've come to find out that's in fact very true. They not only had sad topics (especially Lady Lazarus), but they also all had incredibly somber tones. All I'm saying is that I'm glad I read this at the end of summer and not the beginning because I probably wouldn't recover. Not that these are issues with the work itself, I'd just rather not be sad. The fact that I'm that worried about it ruining my summer actually says a lot about the work itself. It has a certain level of class without feeling too informal and unrelatable. It's really authentic and honest.

But of all the poems for this half of the week, the one that stood out to me the most was Housewife by Sexton. Unlike something like Lady Lazarus, it doesn't feel like this thorough, epic confession, but it's very short and says exactly and only what it wants to say. It goes right back to the whole feminism thing that came up in the reading last week and I think I found this one more interesting than those. It just has a really interesting approach to the (at this point in time) well used criticism of the role of the housewife, and by not making it anything too big and stays really direct (it doesn't go into too much rational behind the argument, just state the argument itself), I think it makes itself harder to argue against and easier to keep in the back of your mind.
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Lowell,Sexton,Plath

As you see I really fell for the girls out of the three authors in this section.  They both cam from extreme families.  They both went to top rated schools and I enjoyed their readings.  Sexton poem 'Housewife" when you read this it doesn't sound like the title.  A housewife is a person that takes care of their family by making sure there needs are fulfill as to what they need as food clean clothes, and a clean home.  But as you look at  the first line "Some woman marry houses" To me that is the woman that thinks more on how well she want that building to look.  That still does not mean that a home or a house.  Line 5 "See how she sits on her knees all day."  I take that as she is praying for her family and praying that her house is a house of peace.  Her Poem 'Somewhere in Africa " really lets you know that she was a spiritual woman and she put God first in her life.  The book should have put this poem before "Housewife" then I think you would have gotten a full understanding of what  her poems was all about.

     Now as I look at Plath poems her writing was really about becoming a single parent and raising her sons.  Her poems that was really written for her children because she  knew after separating from her husband that  they was going to need something to remember him by.  But she then took her own life, so now her sons have two voids to fill.  To me I think both of these ladies was always thinking about the other people or family members that they really cared deeply about.  So you can say that they did  have something both in common.

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Friday, September 26, 2014

the Gonzo

My husband and I are huge fans of Hunter S. Thompson. There are few authors we agree on but we love him, Palahnuick and Vonnegut. He introduced me to this maniac writing style of quasi-journalism mixed with person testimony and a whole lot of hallucinations. I found it quite entertaining; the thought of a man paid to tell the story of a race in the middle of the desert instead telling the story of his drugged out adventure on writing the article itself. Of course this style of writing now has a name but before Thompson Gonzo journalism wasn't really a thing and even during his time he wasn't often taken to seriously. Even by the liberal media as far as his news reports were concerned. But no one could deny that this style of writing was entertaining. Rereading this excerpt played out exactly like the movie staring Johnney Depp. Drugged out speeding down the high way with Benecio Del Toro in the drivers seat and a very strange looking Tobey Macquire in the back. I feel as though I can literally see Thompson swatting at these imaginary bats. One element of the story that I believe stands out in the book far greater than in the movie is the sense Thompson and especially his lawyer have that the world around them is full of crazies and going to shit and in fact they are the last few sane members of society. When Thompson's attorney threatens to bomb the electronics store and burn down the sales associates house then says "'That'll give him something to think about,' he muttered as we drove off. 'The guy is a paranoid psychotic, anyway. They're easy to spot .'" (Thompson 7). It's just the irony that makes me laugh calling the sales man a psychotic but they see nothing wrong with speeding down the highway at 90+ miles per hours tripped out on qualudes. But this is why I think I find Thompson's style so enthralling. I've been around my fair share of drugs even though I chose to stay sober I've seen my friends 'tripping balls' and for some reason I see all those old times, friends, parties in the writing of Thompson. Laughing at the person seeing dragons while watching CNN. Playing baby sitter to my friends on robatussin watching them walk like they've never used their legs before and move so awkwardly it's hard not to laugh. I understand that was childish and unsafe but I can't pretend that reading "fear and loathing" doesn't take me back to that place. Of feeling like you're in the underbelly of life. Walking a thin line and like this balancing act gave you a deeper understanding of reality. I know now that I was wrong and I enjoy being a "square" and have unfortuatly had to cut most all of those people out of my life but I know I'm better for it in the long run. Thompson lived fast and died tragically. I saw a documentary made by his friends, in particular Johnny Depp who built a Gonzo fist in his memory to celebrate his life and existence. And maybe like his bio said he didn't want to become the english professor reliving his glory days by retelling the same story about the time he drove through the desert high on ether. He didn't want to even say goodbye to his youth and instead ended his life before that happened. 

Would Thompson have been as influential to the world of writing without the drugs? Is Gonzo journalism really even journalism or is it more a column of personal biased opinion? Did Thompson have an understanding of the world and a clear insight of the people around him like him and his attorney believed?  Or was he just a really eloquent drug addict? 


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Robert Lowell seemed to have a pretty stressful and crazy life, and his poems were pretty odd to me as well. In Skunk Hour, I think I liked the meaning behind this poem, or at least appreciate what he was saying about what New England was, and what New England is turning into. "Nautilus Island's hermit heiress" was buying up property around her so she could be alone, private, live her life according to her. She had the right to do this, but that doesn't mean it's the right thing to do, and Lowell thought not. She wasn't helping the problem his part of New England was facing, she was adding to it. After she bought the property, she didn't fix them up in order to keep the area nice, she only bought them in order to keep people away from her. I think "we've lost our summer millionaire" refers to the rich people living up there for the summer have moved back home for the fall and winter, and now the "season's ill" because there isn't money left in the town. The town he once loved is changing for the worse, and turning into a tourist attraction, and when the season is over, it's only the locals left over, and they need the tourists to survive . When he talks about only seeing skunks looking for food, I believe that is further showing the emptiness of the town he once knew and loved, only to see it depleted without seasonal tourism. Is he asking what happened to the time when the locals could survive on their own? Was skunk chosen to paint a picture of the towns current state?
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Lowell, Sexton and Plath


When I read the assignment for this week I immediately recognized Sylvia Plath’s name. I guess because a film starring Gwyneth Paltrow as Sylvia was released a few years back. I had never heard of the other two poets: Lowell and Sexton. I read all the poems but the poet that I enjoyed the most was Anna Sexton. The poem “Her Kind” was interpreted by me to represent her mental breakdown. The reference on the first two lines of the poem: “I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night” (Sexton 1-2). I think this suggests the fearful superstition people harbored that mentally ill people were witches. People burned witches at the stake “Where your flames still bite my thighs.” (Sexton 18). Sexton is admitting that she suffers from mental illness too when she writes in the last line of each stanza “I have been her kind.” (Sexton 7, 14, 21).

The other poem that I enjoyed was “Young”. Sexton captures the essence of a young girl who dreams of her future and her longing. “and I in my brand new body, which was not a woman’s yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see.” (Sexton 19-21). She writes of an innocent time in a young girl’s life where possibilities still exist. Her first line in the poem “A thousand doors ago” (Sexton 1) she is reflecting on her past and the thousands of door signifies choices in her life and the consequences of the choices. Her last line is a mirror opposite of her first line. “elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.” (Sexton 24). I feel that she is describing how adolescent’s bodies are growing and changing and their dreams hold sway over their young perceptions of reality
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Thursday, September 25, 2014

"Kill the Body, and Head wil Die"

I enjoyed reading, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, by Hunter S Thompson.  I have read parts of it before and was not thrilled by it.  The background on the literary style helped me to appreciate it this time.  Thompson's candid style of recording all of his experiences was refreshing.  It felt like he wrote without an audience in mind.  But from his own passion about the loss of the American dream. His drug use in the story is over the top which suggests to me that its not about consciousness expanding but escape.  He does not want to expand his mind but escape from the reality of world as he views it.  He says, "Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can." (Thompson 1)  He is disillusioned by the loss of the ideas of the 1960's.  The new decade seems to hold no promise for him.  He writes about the sixties in a very forlorn way, "...But that was some other era, burned out and long gone from the brutish realities of this foul year of Our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Seventy One.  A lot of things had changed in those years." (Thompson 12)  Thompson's view of the American dream seems to have vanished in the haze.  Was the dream gone? Why go to Las Vegas to look for the American dream when it is the city of make believe?
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Thompson and Lahey

Gonzo journalism definitely is Hunter Thompson’s body of work. I looked up “Gonzo” journalism and discovered it is about not objective reporting but subjective reporting and putting yourself and feelings often written in 1st person into the writings. Thompson’s writing about his drug fuelled trip to Vegas is definitely very “Gonzo” I can’t even the number the amount of drugs, booze and ether both Thompson and his Samoan lawyer consumed during their trip. The most important thing for them to pack was a healthy supply of drugs for their trip. As I read the story all I could think about was how they were driving under the influence and I hoped that they did not cause any accidents. I was not especially entertained by Thompson’s drug induced hallucinations “The woman’s face was changing: swelling, pulsing…horrible green jowls, and fangs jutting out, the face of a Moray Eel!” (Thompson page 13) I would have to say that I agree with Bill Clinton’s put down of Thompson and his recklessness. The picture of Thompson in the biography looked like Jim Lahey of “Trailer Park Boys.” Lahey is a character who was never sober in his adult life. The character Ricky could also be styled after Thompson. He uses drugs as if it is common place and what’s wrong with you if don’t use them. The most positive thing I can say for Thompson’s style is that he keeps it very real, graphic and fast paced. He doesn’t care a great deal for moral issues but seems to live in the moment as if his actions have no negative consequences.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Fear and Loathing

As I read the bio of Thompson I was amazed  of his articles that he wrote.  After reading about his life as a young child and how he  was raised as a kid.  His father deceased and his mother was an alcoholic.  As from my understanding of this reading he did use drugs and was in a gang or a gangster as they called it back in the day.  This caused him to go to jail because of all the things he did and the trouble he was in.  So that lead him to enlist in the military.  The dialog that he used in this article is all on what he thought and how he explained it.  But as I read it I still didn't think this was him being a bad boy or a good boy during this fear or loathing.  Then as you read this you will see that his lawyer was with him at all times.  So was the lawyer his protection or was he there as his partner of crime?  This could have been something that was made up.  The boy that they had with them was someone that they picked up along the way. Amazing how he traveled with drugs, weapons, and alcohol and firearms across country and he was never cult.  How would you really take this story, when I read the next segment I hope to have a better understanding.
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I'd never read Fear and Loathing before, but I've always wanted to and I can definitely see why it's talked about in the tone it is. The closest thing to Hunter S. Thompson I've read before was part of a comic series called Transmetropolitan, which is more or less just Thompson in the future dealing with politics of the future, but still relating them back to modern issues in it's own way. That was really the only thing I needed to know that I should read Fear and Loathing.
I really liked his writing style as a whole. It reminded me of a Hubert Selby Jr. quote I read once, "Keep your balls out of your writing." And it really does that. There's no sense of pride, nothing is built up to feel crazy epic, it's all just very nonchalant. My favorite example being at the very beginning when the drugs start kicking in and he's hallucinating, "No point mentioning
those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough." Things are that straight forward throughout the entire thing. There really aren't a whole lot of flowery language, nothing is made to sound cool or really does anything to set a tone, which in it's own way sets it's own tone if that makes any sense. And I really liked that approach. It didn't have to try but still felt well thought out and authentic. The interaction with the hotel clerk even seemed awkward on paper (even if he hadn't seen her face change, it still wouldn't have been the most conventional conversation ever). Not really sure why that minor part stuck out at me other than I feel like I've probably been the clerk in this conversation before for someone else.
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Fear and Loathing

Believe it or not, I have never read Fear and Loathing before, nor have I seen the movie.  I know it is super popular but I have never seen it.  I have never heard of Gonzo journalism before this, and I like how free and honest it is. He really didn't hold back, said what he thought, told the REAL story with no filters or editing. There were times I couldn't stop laughing, picturing how freaked out the kid in the backseat in the beginning of the story must be.  "Thanks for the ride," he yelled.
"Thanks a lot. I like you guys. Don't worry about me." He was probably never more scared or at least uncomfortable in his life.  The drug filled bender they were on was chaotic to say the least.
As for effectiveness and fairness of America's war on drugs, the sign saying 20 years in prison for having possession of pot in Nevada is remarkable. I would imagine it was true then, but that's amazing. Probably not the fairest of laws at any point in time.
What is American? The line in close reading from page 9 talks about the possibilities of life in America, and like it or not, their trip was American. They got to do what they wanted, being drug filled on a long trip through the desert to get to Vegas and make an ass of themselves, while having a hell of a time and meanwhile getting freaked out from the drug hallucinations.
I have to think his drug use definitely broadened his creativity, you can't make this stuff up.
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