A response to Jessica
I found your poem both heartbreaking and refreshing, as it shows a side to mental illness that very few other works show. My interpretatin of the poem is of the personas friend slowly distancing themself, preparing themself for the persona’s inevitable death. Building the coffin, as you say. As somebody who suffers from mental illness I found this particularly poingant, as I have watched my friends slowly fade into the background of my life, not for lack of caring, but for fear of what I may be about to do. I watched my friends build my coffin, but luckily the experience did not leave me as it left your persona. Your use of the fire in the poem is also very striking to me, as you put it forward as a trial, as an alternative to the cold coffin, and indeed forcing yourself to pull out of that coffin is like crawling through fire. It burns, but it proves to yourself that youre alive. Overall I loved this poem, and I look forward to reading the rest of your blog.
A response to Annaliese
Annaliese- I found your piece very interesting. You use of the sky as both a was of showing appreciation for physical nature, and a metaphor for your emoitonal landscape was extremely engaging. As somebody who struggles to keep positive during “the charcoal moments” I found your final line both puzzling and beautiful. I have always run from sadness, so it is beautiful to see a persona who embraces it as an old friend. Your structure is very poetic and the flow of the piece as a whole is beautiful. I do still feel a bit of confusion over the fouth line- I can’t tell if your word choice is stylistic or simply a gramatical error. However this being said, the piece is beautiful and very striking.
Response to Ibel
Ibel- You read much more deeply into the poem than I, so reading your analysis was eye opening. I never picked up on much of what you mention, especially concerning the sexual imagery surrounding the peach. In all honesty I found TS Elliot a dreary read, and The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock to be one of the most difficult of his poems, so your blog has been fairly usefull for me, as upon returning to the poem I have found much there i previously overlooked. Thank you for this insight!
A response to Tara
Hey Tara! Fire and Ice is one of the first poems I ever read that managed to capture my attention as a bored 14 year old, only interested in badly written fantasy. I love your in depth descriptions of it, and how you manage to capture both the literal and metaphorical meaning. Personally I feel you may have touched more on the idea of fire and ice being representative of humanity’s chief foibles; how we as a people will eventually wipe ourself out- with unrestrained desire, or burning hatred? However this being said you beautifully illustrated the way in which Frost captures an eerie singsong tone in his work, and I look forward to reading more of your blogs!
Response to Jesse Anderson
Jesse- I admit when I read the text I forgot that Walker intended for Dee and Maggie to be two sides of the same coin. I always saw the views as completely opposite and unable to see the others merit, rather than a well rounded view of teh situation struggling to find a coprimise between the two extremes. Im glad your review reminded me of the true interconectedness of the two sisters; them being different facets of Walkers own psyche. I look forward to reading more from you!
Write a descriptive contrast of two very contrasting people in your own family.
Nana worked hard every day of her life. She came here from Ecuador, see? So she had to. Nana was poor in Ecuador and she was poorer here. We should be grateful our uncles and dads worked their way up so that we did not have to live their life. Nana has black hair and black eyes and brown skin that creases into laugh lines, but also twists into a permanent frown.
Little Brother is spoilt, but he doesnt know it. Well he does… kind of. He grew up listening to Nana tell of the struggles she had fitting a six person family into a tiny terrace and not having money for food. And he has looked at our house, so big and pretty that the neighbours call it the Dollhouse, and appreciated it. But not really. He has blue hair, Mama’s skin, and so many rings through his lip that Nana flinches when he kisses her cheek.
Nana is a Jehovah’s Witness. Nana hands out flyers with her church. Maybe her English isnt that good, but the word of God can reach anybody.
Little brother is trandgender. He’s gay. An athiest too. He fliches when Nana calls his old name, dripping with femninity.
Niñetta! Nana calls. She wants him to call her Abuella.
Little brother doesnt know any Spanish. It feels wrong on his lips.
Little brother wants Nana to call him by his new name.
Nana doesnt know any tolerance. It feels wrong on her lips.
I accidentally used the question from Exploring Literature rather than American Literature, however this blog is apt for Week 6 of American Literature (5th blog) as both classes studied the same text.
Response to Tylah
Hi! I liked your poem, however I felt it could be made better with a more rigid structure. One of the key aspects of poetry is the flow of the poem; how it reads, and the rhythm. A couple of your sentances are just slightly too long to match with their partner, which throws the rhythm off. Other than that I really enjoyed it, and I liked how you used the littering as a reflection of their callous world view.
Response to Jesse Anderson
You’ve really intrigued me with your review! I also didnt find Dickinson very engaging upon first glance, but after watching the film I had a better understanding of her character. I was also intrigued by the way in which her mental illness was portrayed- it walked the fine line between realistic and dehumanising, which I found quite engaging. This being said, much of what you noticed didnt strike me as I watched the movie. I look forward to watching it again with your review in mind! I’m sure I will come out more enlightened than the first time.
A Response to Annabelle
Annabelle- I found you post quite interesting. I found it really helpful to have this modern take on transcendentalism allowing me further insight into how people relate this to our society today. I found your interperatation of modern day appliences as being not only convenience, but also a way in which we are being opressed spiritually (or maybe that was just my interperation of your writing!). Either way I thouroughly enjoyed this.