Sir Philip Sidney and T. S. Eliot!
"The original title of the poem was "Prufrock Among the Women," and Prufrock, as a balding, weak, neurotic, effete intellectual, is both baffled and intimidated by women. Perhaps the central image of his anxiety is his being "pinned and wriggling on the wall" (58) under the unflinching gaze of women (exacerbated since the women's eyes, much like their "Arms that are braceleted and white and bare" [63], seem eerily disconnected from their bodies). At least here the women seem to be paying attention to him, however hostile they may be. By the end of the poem, Prufrock feels ostracized from the society of women, the "mermaids singing, each to each. / I do not think that they will sing to me" (124-125). Interestingly, Prufrock's obsession with his bald spot rears its ugly head here; the beautiful, vain mermaids comb the "white hair of the waves blown back" (127). As hair is a symbol of virility, Eliot suggests that Prufrock's paralysis is deeply rooted in psycho sexual anxiety." (http://www.gradesaver.com/classicnotes/titles/prufrock/themes.html )
Yes, Sidney says the ultimate aim of the third kind of poetry to "both delight and teach." Not restricted to any certain subject matter and not actually "reality" portrayed, but probability and idealized situations."
The chief competitors for grandness in poetry will be moral philosophy and history.
Well, heck. Poetry tells a story...shares an emotion...tools and toils the language to bend it to our will as we attempt to express some ideas or stories we just have to put down on paper or in the air. We read words in poetry that we may use in our every day life, yet in print and formidably crafted, they come to life! "I just can't put into words"...."it's on the tip of my tongue"...these sentences are made of language...and express the very desire to express our self with pointed grace.
Yes, Poetry should and can and will be nothing and all things...and as we enjoy it we can know that it is a gift. Surely as I set and write this blog, I am counting on my fingers, my computer, and electricity...and the Internet, of course....but, mostly I am pulling verbs and nouns and adjectives that have been stored in my brain for only a bit over 40 years. Language...expression...love, passion, energy, flow, rhyme, rythm....satire...humor....glib, I love it all. OK, back to the real discussion!
Is Prifrock talking to himself or some one else or to a reader? He's running through these ideas over and over in his mind...he's scared of women! maybe just one woman...but it seems to have deeply affected him. He plays with ideas of telling his thoughts...then recoils?Maybe he just doesn't feel his life has had any value or that he is getting old and realizes missed opprotunity and trying to give himself a "pep talk?" Hmm, I am trying to pinpoint what Sidney might ultimately have to say about a poem such as this. Perhaps that the poem doesn't portray a beauty...an idealized reality...that it has no knowledge to share. I do like the poem...wish I could have been in class as you all took it apart for understanding. Yet, the poem is pretty much a sad lament on living in fear and lost opportunity, iced with a dab of fantasy of what could have been. The poem isn't "sacred" as Sidney would have liked...yet sacred are a human's feelings.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
CLASS LECTURE NOTES
Discussion of upcoming paper assignment:
1. Maybe choose a contemporary poem or literature and apply a philosophical viewpoint..not a critique from me, but an analysis of the poem via the theory.
2. or a paper that compares Plato vs. Aristotle using our own top 5 favorites from one of our lists.
The rise of theology and how Christianity affects opinions of the day...
The Roman Empire falls and leaves a time of feudalism groundwork...literacy lead to having access to reading The Bible....access to God...access to enlightenment.
Plato left the "groundwork" for what Christianity attempts to create a critical philosophy upon.
Forms = Ideals = God, the Church links these ideas to draw conclusions
Then, why read? The Christians would say "to be closer to God, gain salvation....morals"
Poem in class : "Huswifery" by Edward Taylor
Make me, O Lord, thy Spinning Wheele compleat;Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee. Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate, And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee. My Conversation make to be thy Reele, And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele.
Make me thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine: And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills:
Then weave the Web thyselfe. The yarn is fine. Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills. Then dy the same in Heavenly Colours Choice, All pinkt with Varnish't Flowers of Paradise.
Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will, Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory; My Words and Actions, that their shine may fill My wayes with glory and thee glorify. Then mine apparell shall display before yee That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.
Accepted as approved by Puritan Church since it was Christian-themed...
And..."Here followes some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10th, 1666"
by Anne Bradstreet
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow neer I did not look, I waken'd was with thundring nois And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice. That fearfull sound of fire and fire, Let no man know is my Desire. I, starting up, the light did spye, And to my God my heart did cry To strengthen me in my Distresse And not to leave me succourlesse. Then coming out beheld a space, The flame consume my dwelling place.
And, when I could no longer look, I blest his Name that gave and took, That layd my goods now in the dust: Yea so it was, and so 'twas just. It was his own: it was not mine; Far be it that I should repine.
He might of All justly bereft, But yet sufficient for us left. When by the Ruines oft I past, My sorrowing eyes aside did cast, And here and there the places spye Where oft I sate, and long did lye.
Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest; There lay that store I counted best: My pleasant things in ashes lye, And them behold no more shall I. Under thy roof no guest shall sitt, Nor at thy Table eat a bitt.
No pleasant tale shall 'ere be told, Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lye; Adieu, Adeiu; All's vanity.
Then streight I gin my heart to chide, And didst thy wealth on earth abide? Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust, The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? Raise up thy thoughts above the skye That dunghill mists away may flie.
Thou hast an house on high erect Fram'd by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished, Stands permanent tho' this bee fled. It's purchased, and paid for too By him who hath enough to doe.
A Prise so vast as is unknown, Yet, by his Gift, is made thine own. Ther's wealth enough, I need no more; Farewell my Pelf, farewell my Store. The world no longer let me Love, My hope and Treasure lyes Above.
Text notes: Line 5: fire and fire, Fire! and Fire! Line 11: beheld a space, watched for a time Line 14: I blest his name that gave and took, see Job 1:21 Line 24: Sate, sat Line 40: Arm of flesh, see 2 Chron. 32:8; Isa. 9:18-20; Jer. 17:4-7 Line 42: Dunghill mists, see Ezra 6:9-12. Line 43: House on high erect, see 2 Cor. 5:1; Heb. 11:10 Line 48: Enough to doe, ie. enough to do it Line 52: Pelf, property, possessions Line 54: Treasure lyes Above, see Luke 12:34
further discussion of "signs" and allegorical thought...
Augustine talks about a "slippery connection between what is stated and what is meant.."
A word "queer" used as a pejorative term...though perhaps it started as "odd"
every word has a signifier and a sign...the representer can't always completely clearly state its meaning...language is slippery...
pg. 158...in text..."things are signs. but not all things are signs..., every sign is a thing...but not everything is a sign"....eeek! confuse me already.
reference to God gives things meaning...that's it...that's all.....all material existence must be an evidence of God and his Glory...we can study those things to get to God and his salvation.
1. Maybe choose a contemporary poem or literature and apply a philosophical viewpoint..not a critique from me, but an analysis of the poem via the theory.
2. or a paper that compares Plato vs. Aristotle using our own top 5 favorites from one of our lists.
The rise of theology and how Christianity affects opinions of the day...
The Roman Empire falls and leaves a time of feudalism groundwork...literacy lead to having access to reading The Bible....access to God...access to enlightenment.
Plato left the "groundwork" for what Christianity attempts to create a critical philosophy upon.
Forms = Ideals = God, the Church links these ideas to draw conclusions
Then, why read? The Christians would say "to be closer to God, gain salvation....morals"
Poem in class : "Huswifery" by Edward Taylor
Make me, O Lord, thy Spinning Wheele compleat;Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee. Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate, And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee. My Conversation make to be thy Reele, And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele.
Make me thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine: And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills:
Then weave the Web thyselfe. The yarn is fine. Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills. Then dy the same in Heavenly Colours Choice, All pinkt with Varnish't Flowers of Paradise.
Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will, Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory; My Words and Actions, that their shine may fill My wayes with glory and thee glorify. Then mine apparell shall display before yee That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.
Accepted as approved by Puritan Church since it was Christian-themed...
And..."Here followes some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10th, 1666"
by Anne Bradstreet
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow neer I did not look, I waken'd was with thundring nois And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice. That fearfull sound of fire and fire, Let no man know is my Desire. I, starting up, the light did spye, And to my God my heart did cry To strengthen me in my Distresse And not to leave me succourlesse. Then coming out beheld a space, The flame consume my dwelling place.
And, when I could no longer look, I blest his Name that gave and took, That layd my goods now in the dust: Yea so it was, and so 'twas just. It was his own: it was not mine; Far be it that I should repine.
He might of All justly bereft, But yet sufficient for us left. When by the Ruines oft I past, My sorrowing eyes aside did cast, And here and there the places spye Where oft I sate, and long did lye.
Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest; There lay that store I counted best: My pleasant things in ashes lye, And them behold no more shall I. Under thy roof no guest shall sitt, Nor at thy Table eat a bitt.
No pleasant tale shall 'ere be told, Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lye; Adieu, Adeiu; All's vanity.
Then streight I gin my heart to chide, And didst thy wealth on earth abide? Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust, The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? Raise up thy thoughts above the skye That dunghill mists away may flie.
Thou hast an house on high erect Fram'd by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished, Stands permanent tho' this bee fled. It's purchased, and paid for too By him who hath enough to doe.
A Prise so vast as is unknown, Yet, by his Gift, is made thine own. Ther's wealth enough, I need no more; Farewell my Pelf, farewell my Store. The world no longer let me Love, My hope and Treasure lyes Above.
Text notes: Line 5: fire and fire, Fire! and Fire! Line 11: beheld a space, watched for a time Line 14: I blest his name that gave and took, see Job 1:21 Line 24: Sate, sat Line 40: Arm of flesh, see 2 Chron. 32:8; Isa. 9:18-20; Jer. 17:4-7 Line 42: Dunghill mists, see Ezra 6:9-12. Line 43: House on high erect, see 2 Cor. 5:1; Heb. 11:10 Line 48: Enough to doe, ie. enough to do it Line 52: Pelf, property, possessions Line 54: Treasure lyes Above, see Luke 12:34
further discussion of "signs" and allegorical thought...
Augustine talks about a "slippery connection between what is stated and what is meant.."
A word "queer" used as a pejorative term...though perhaps it started as "odd"
every word has a signifier and a sign...the representer can't always completely clearly state its meaning...language is slippery...
pg. 158...in text..."things are signs. but not all things are signs..., every sign is a thing...but not everything is a sign"....eeek! confuse me already.
reference to God gives things meaning...that's it...that's all.....all material existence must be an evidence of God and his Glory...we can study those things to get to God and his salvation.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Chapter 8, The Medieval Era
"Intellectual and Cultural Progress"
This period of time was NOT "ignorant of the classical Greek and Roman traditions"
ENTER: Christianity!
recognized as the official religion of the Roman Empire by 381, and the Church's unity survived the empire.
"Monasticism" a strict regimen of poverty, obedience, humility, labor, and devotion....well, Monks, of course!
Charlemagne : significant figure, crowned emperor by Pope Leo III in 800...which "signified the formation of the Holy Roman Empire."
brought about a cultural and administrative revival that "sponsored a renovation of literature, philosophy, art, and education."
Augustine (354-430)
synthesis of classical and Christian traditions.
Divine Revelation...a divine plan
He placed importance on "the original sin" and that man should seek redemption via Jesus Christ for man to access grace.
He condemned liberal studies!beauty was not so much based upon beautiful objects but a harmony between material, intellectual, and spiritual terms.
he cites Signs: Unknown and ambiguous signs in the scriptures..signify and enable spiritual elements.
He also suggests that rhetoric should be used for training the intellect yet we need to be aware of its use as we may be inclined to point it in mischievous and vain ways.
So beware figurative expressions because one word may mean something other than what it appears. He asserts that all significant knowledge and wisdom comes from the Divine...it is in the scriptures....where men can use reason to understand the world. We must "ascend from the the literal understanding of our world to a symbolic view"
Yes, a precarious balance between Christianity and rhetoric styling...the religious speaker must speak in eloquent and highly stylized linguistic manner to honor The Word...."cultivate good habits and give up evil ones"
Finally....
Augustine's definition of Christianized rhetoric:
"To speak eloquently, then, and wisely as well, is just to express truths which it is expedient to teach in fit and proper words."
Well, that takes the fun out of it! Yes, I understand those were trying times and there was upheaval in how people saw themselves in their world and then deal with the truth once they saw it. Religion acts as a comfy blanket, protect you from the troubles of the world for a bit and help you have compassion for others...but you still wake up to reality and social marginalization in some form.
This period of time was NOT "ignorant of the classical Greek and Roman traditions"
ENTER: Christianity!
recognized as the official religion of the Roman Empire by 381, and the Church's unity survived the empire.
"Monasticism" a strict regimen of poverty, obedience, humility, labor, and devotion....well, Monks, of course!
Charlemagne : significant figure, crowned emperor by Pope Leo III in 800...which "signified the formation of the Holy Roman Empire."
brought about a cultural and administrative revival that "sponsored a renovation of literature, philosophy, art, and education."
Augustine (354-430)
synthesis of classical and Christian traditions.
Divine Revelation...a divine plan
He placed importance on "the original sin" and that man should seek redemption via Jesus Christ for man to access grace.
He condemned liberal studies!beauty was not so much based upon beautiful objects but a harmony between material, intellectual, and spiritual terms.
he cites Signs: Unknown and ambiguous signs in the scriptures..signify and enable spiritual elements.
He also suggests that rhetoric should be used for training the intellect yet we need to be aware of its use as we may be inclined to point it in mischievous and vain ways.
So beware figurative expressions because one word may mean something other than what it appears. He asserts that all significant knowledge and wisdom comes from the Divine...it is in the scriptures....where men can use reason to understand the world. We must "ascend from the the literal understanding of our world to a symbolic view"
Yes, a precarious balance between Christianity and rhetoric styling...the religious speaker must speak in eloquent and highly stylized linguistic manner to honor The Word...."cultivate good habits and give up evil ones"
Finally....
Augustine's definition of Christianized rhetoric:
"To speak eloquently, then, and wisely as well, is just to express truths which it is expedient to teach in fit and proper words."
Well, that takes the fun out of it! Yes, I understand those were trying times and there was upheaval in how people saw themselves in their world and then deal with the truth once they saw it. Religion acts as a comfy blanket, protect you from the troubles of the world for a bit and help you have compassion for others...but you still wake up to reality and social marginalization in some form.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
NEO-PLATONISM, Class Discussion 10-15-08
Plotinus...
The One
The Divine Mind or Intellect
The All-Soul
referenced in class:
William Wordsworth Poem, Intimations of Immortality
John Donne Poem,
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
RHETORIC!!!
Yeeha...
What is rhetoric? How is it employed?
Greeks: 3 valued perspectives when constructing a story or speaking in public;
Ethos (character) Pathos (emotion) and Logos (logic)
Figures of speech used to aid well-tooled rhetorical writing:
Simile
Metaphor
Hyperbole
Alliteration
Consonance
Onomatopoeia
Irony
Euphemism
Apostrophe
Understatement
Personification
Metonymy
Synecdoche
Oxymoron
Paradox
Antithesis
Assonance
Anaphora
Chiasmus
Litotes
Pun
site for A Glossary of Rhetorical Terms:
http://www.uky.edu/AS/Classics/rhetoric.html#10
top 20 least known terms!
http://grammar.about.com/od/rhetoricstyle/a/unfamiliarterms.htm
STUDY these terms for class...know examples and descriptions..
http://grammar.about.com/od/rhetoricstyle/a/20figures.htm
What is rhetoric? How is it employed?
Greeks: 3 valued perspectives when constructing a story or speaking in public;
Ethos (character) Pathos (emotion) and Logos (logic)
Figures of speech used to aid well-tooled rhetorical writing:
Simile
Metaphor
Hyperbole
Alliteration
Consonance
Onomatopoeia
Irony
Euphemism
Apostrophe
Understatement
Personification
Metonymy
Synecdoche
Oxymoron
Paradox
Antithesis
Assonance
Anaphora
Chiasmus
Litotes
Pun
site for A Glossary of Rhetorical Terms:
http://www.uky.edu/AS/Classics/rhetoric.html#10
top 20 least known terms!
http://grammar.about.com/od/rhetoricstyle/a/unfamiliarterms.htm
STUDY these terms for class...know examples and descriptions..
http://grammar.about.com/od/rhetoricstyle/a/20figures.htm
Monday, October 6, 2008
October 6 Class Discussion SUBLIME TO ME...
What is sublime to me as I read or watch some form of literature?
I am moved...I am not within myself, but I am with the story. I have emotional responses to what I am seeing and I don't try to rationalize what I am feeling about.
Today, actually I am quite tired. It's pretty much mid-terms and I am not feeling much about what I see or experience other than my studies and reviews...
But...here goes...
In different stages of my life, sublime would be quite oppositional. Well, what I mean is that my frame of mind has a direct effect on what transports me...what is the vehicle for removing my focus from myself and to greater, more important beautiful ideas.
I hear songs from the 1970's and I am immediately taken back to a specific memory of that time...even just historically. "A,B,C" by The Jackson Five can immediately take me back to my bad-teethed years when I was a "tom boy" but had one best friend. That friend saw me through all these years...still catch her on-line some days and call when we can. So, that song makes me feel the world is OK, that there is hope...that there is this big world out there and nothing bugging me should really matter.
But, the real sublime transports are novels I read or movies I watch.
A story about a woman who dies and leaves her family...yet leaves behind all these individuals who grow simply because of her death...fighting it all the way...not knowing that things have a way of working out. Heck, doesn't everyone love a sad story to remind us of what a gift each day is...or to "make that move," ....or forget a transgression...
Sublime:
The Monarch Trees in Monterey, California What can I say...it is breath-taking....wonderful...sublime.
"Stop the clock..." by W.H. Auden ...a poem about losing a loved one.
created in such a manner that touched me....a remark to the world that nothing is the same...life can't go on without that someone...stop the time, "he was my North, my South, my East and West....make it a huge procession that he is gone....
I thought that love would last forever......I was wrong"
pour away the ocean...nothing good can ever come...
Geez, I am tearing up now just at the thought of it...it is sublime to me.
"Meet Joe Black" Movie re-make. The idea that life is taken for granted, that there is more going on around us than what we can see. Heck, even Death wants to take some "life" back with him!
"Don't Rain on My Parade" sung by Streisand! sweet...female revolution! Don't walk on the grass.....don't skate on the ice...don't say that...be agreeable... screw that, that's what the songs says...
I am moved...I am not within myself, but I am with the story. I have emotional responses to what I am seeing and I don't try to rationalize what I am feeling about.
Today, actually I am quite tired. It's pretty much mid-terms and I am not feeling much about what I see or experience other than my studies and reviews...
But...here goes...
In different stages of my life, sublime would be quite oppositional. Well, what I mean is that my frame of mind has a direct effect on what transports me...what is the vehicle for removing my focus from myself and to greater, more important beautiful ideas.
I hear songs from the 1970's and I am immediately taken back to a specific memory of that time...even just historically. "A,B,C" by The Jackson Five can immediately take me back to my bad-teethed years when I was a "tom boy" but had one best friend. That friend saw me through all these years...still catch her on-line some days and call when we can. So, that song makes me feel the world is OK, that there is hope...that there is this big world out there and nothing bugging me should really matter.
But, the real sublime transports are novels I read or movies I watch.
A story about a woman who dies and leaves her family...yet leaves behind all these individuals who grow simply because of her death...fighting it all the way...not knowing that things have a way of working out. Heck, doesn't everyone love a sad story to remind us of what a gift each day is...or to "make that move," ....or forget a transgression...
Sublime:
The Monarch Trees in Monterey, California What can I say...it is breath-taking....wonderful...sublime.
"Stop the clock..." by W.H. Auden ...a poem about losing a loved one.
created in such a manner that touched me....a remark to the world that nothing is the same...life can't go on without that someone...stop the time, "he was my North, my South, my East and West....make it a huge procession that he is gone....
I thought that love would last forever......I was wrong"
pour away the ocean...nothing good can ever come...
Geez, I am tearing up now just at the thought of it...it is sublime to me.
"Meet Joe Black" Movie re-make. The idea that life is taken for granted, that there is more going on around us than what we can see. Heck, even Death wants to take some "life" back with him!
"Don't Rain on My Parade" sung by Streisand! sweet...female revolution! Don't walk on the grass.....don't skate on the ice...don't say that...be agreeable... screw that, that's what the songs says...
Friday, October 3, 2008
CASSIUS LONGINUS
The "sublime"...
Longinus states that the sublime consists "in a consummate excellence and distinction of language, and...this alone gave the greatest poets and historians their pre-eminence...For the effect of genius is not to persuade the audience but rather to transport them out of themselves."
Debate: does art come from "innate genius or from conscious application of methodology and rules?"
It should elevate us, says Longinus...and I agree.
In this chapter, Habib cites five sources which Longinus felt met the "sublime" nature of poetry and art:
Robust ideas
The inspiration of "vehement emotion,"
Proper construction of figures, of thought and speech,
Nobility of Phrase (diction and metaphor usage),
and the general effect of dignity and elevation.
Thus, constructing an organic whole.
Some of my most favorite forms of literature, both classical and modern do "carry" me away.
I simply love a story that pricks my ears and my heart..that when the story is over I question my previous opinions or even construct new ideas about what I perceive as reality. I remember walking out of the theater after watching "Pulp Fiction" and just looking at people differently. I actually felt anxious about what was really going on around me...as if there was a whole dimension of life that existed beyond my knowledge. Well, of course it does! Yes, we tend to get all wrapped up in what we perceive as our own function of the day that maybe we forget that the world doesn't center around us. I felt like my youngest son...simple, naive, and vulnerable and I liked it.
Longinus pulls together so many thoughts of what poetry is (well, art and all that good stuff) and what it provides us slovenly humans! And, when we read his opinions and interjections, it raises us up to expect more and understand what we appreciate about what we read and watch...beyond our over-due bills and stresses of the day.
Thank goodness. This course is forcing me to re-evaluate previous studies of Literature and Poetry with a capitol "P"
Within boundaries, greatness is found. And, greatness exists within us if we pursue it.
The power of language to illuminate our thoughts and question our ideals...
Let's be transported...rather than just persuaded as we listen and see the world around us.
This is me in my "rose colored-lenses" saying "yes, take me away and lift me up..alter what I think I know and raise me to a higher ground where I am small and ideas are huge!"
Longinus states that the sublime consists "in a consummate excellence and distinction of language, and...this alone gave the greatest poets and historians their pre-eminence...For the effect of genius is not to persuade the audience but rather to transport them out of themselves."
Debate: does art come from "innate genius or from conscious application of methodology and rules?"
It should elevate us, says Longinus...and I agree.
In this chapter, Habib cites five sources which Longinus felt met the "sublime" nature of poetry and art:
Robust ideas
The inspiration of "vehement emotion,"
Proper construction of figures, of thought and speech,
Nobility of Phrase (diction and metaphor usage),
and the general effect of dignity and elevation.
Thus, constructing an organic whole.
Some of my most favorite forms of literature, both classical and modern do "carry" me away.
I simply love a story that pricks my ears and my heart..that when the story is over I question my previous opinions or even construct new ideas about what I perceive as reality. I remember walking out of the theater after watching "Pulp Fiction" and just looking at people differently. I actually felt anxious about what was really going on around me...as if there was a whole dimension of life that existed beyond my knowledge. Well, of course it does! Yes, we tend to get all wrapped up in what we perceive as our own function of the day that maybe we forget that the world doesn't center around us. I felt like my youngest son...simple, naive, and vulnerable and I liked it.
Longinus pulls together so many thoughts of what poetry is (well, art and all that good stuff) and what it provides us slovenly humans! And, when we read his opinions and interjections, it raises us up to expect more and understand what we appreciate about what we read and watch...beyond our over-due bills and stresses of the day.
Thank goodness. This course is forcing me to re-evaluate previous studies of Literature and Poetry with a capitol "P"
Within boundaries, greatness is found. And, greatness exists within us if we pursue it.
The power of language to illuminate our thoughts and question our ideals...
Let's be transported...rather than just persuaded as we listen and see the world around us.
This is me in my "rose colored-lenses" saying "yes, take me away and lift me up..alter what I think I know and raise me to a higher ground where I am small and ideas are huge!"
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