I saw it coming !!! "You look like death eating a soda cracker". This is what Lula says to Clay on page 2747 in scene I. I surmised from the beginning that Lula was conspiring to kill this man. I think the actual turning point in the story is when Lula (having been irritatingly flirtacious) turns to Clay and says, "I bet you never once thought you were a black nigger". It was really at this moment that I realized Lula was a racist bitch. The way she teased Clay and spoke to him was in a derogatory manner. She is hatred munching on an apple. Clay is justified in his reaction to Lula's craziness. Grabbing her and telling her to shut up is exactly what I would have done. Clay tries to calm her but she has flipped her lid so he slaps her.
The one thing I did not anticipate was the involvement of the other riders on the Dutchman. The ending left me questioning the role of the conductor as well. Was he in on it?
All in all, this was a good story that showed the brashness and pure hatred that racism can arouse. I still feel that Baldwin's story was based more in reality. I don't know how many awful things happened to African Americans on subways during the civil rights movement (I'm sure certain things did), but I do know that Baraka's take on racism shows the devious manner in which whites taunted and teased them in order to gain a certain amount of trust. Then, they stabbed them in the back. Racism is awful (duh!) and the short stories and poems we have read shine a bright light on the horrific treatment the white man imposed on the African American race.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Baldwin
I am floored by this short story. I was primarily shocked at the torture of the black man. Of course, I have read about the awful treatment of the black man; the hangings, the arrests and beatings, and the burning of their properties and churches. I have never heard of this brutal type of torture. Not that hanging isn't brutal but... you know what I am saying. This was uncomfortable to get through. I guarantee this happened a lot and I have either been oblivious to it (nah!) or I have never come across written accounts of this type of torture. This truly depicts "man's inhumanity to man". After reading the story, my mind went back to a line Baldwin wrote, "They had not been singing black folks into heaven, they had been singing white folks into hell". Rightfully so!! The treatment of blacks at this time was horrific. I thought Baldwin's use of something as beautiful as music (singing) to depict the horrors and plight of the African American race was beautiful. There is something so powerful about listening to a group of people sing. Voices raised together are stronger than one voice crying out and Baldwin symbolizes this with the continuous singing.
I literally DESPISED Jesse by the end of this story which also led me to cry over the idea that, at the time, the white man thought he was so superior to everyone else. White men living by the word of the Bible and sadistically torturing their fellow men. I just want to throw up.
I was also crazed by the fact that so many white people were raised with this superior quality. Jesse's parents were the devil. The father might as well have had horns and a tail. After witnessing the horrific torture, this is what we read, "His father's face was full of sweat, his eyes were very peaceful. At that moment Jesse loved his father more than he had ever loved him". SAD!!! And then the true colors of the white man really come out with, "Yeah, said his father, they'll come and get him by and by. I reckon we better get over there and get some of that food before it's all gone." JEEZ! It really pisses me off and makes me sad at the same time. Don't even get me started on the fact that Jesse (as a man) is having sex with black women and that as a kid, his best friend was black. Baldwin really shows the side of the white man that was so obvious to the black man. I feel as if this blog is not very coherent, but I feel sort of light headed after reading this. Yeah, I read King and Barker. Yeah, I watch crappy horror movies like SAW and Hostel. But the fact that this horrific treatment of men happened (and in some places - still does) is the scariest thing of all to realize. It sounds strange to say that I enjoyed this story but it did open my eyes even more to the strength of the black man and what he has to go through just to live and breathe.
I literally DESPISED Jesse by the end of this story which also led me to cry over the idea that, at the time, the white man thought he was so superior to everyone else. White men living by the word of the Bible and sadistically torturing their fellow men. I just want to throw up.
I was also crazed by the fact that so many white people were raised with this superior quality. Jesse's parents were the devil. The father might as well have had horns and a tail. After witnessing the horrific torture, this is what we read, "His father's face was full of sweat, his eyes were very peaceful. At that moment Jesse loved his father more than he had ever loved him". SAD!!! And then the true colors of the white man really come out with, "Yeah, said his father, they'll come and get him by and by. I reckon we better get over there and get some of that food before it's all gone." JEEZ! It really pisses me off and makes me sad at the same time. Don't even get me started on the fact that Jesse (as a man) is having sex with black women and that as a kid, his best friend was black. Baldwin really shows the side of the white man that was so obvious to the black man. I feel as if this blog is not very coherent, but I feel sort of light headed after reading this. Yeah, I read King and Barker. Yeah, I watch crappy horror movies like SAW and Hostel. But the fact that this horrific treatment of men happened (and in some places - still does) is the scariest thing of all to realize. It sounds strange to say that I enjoyed this story but it did open my eyes even more to the strength of the black man and what he has to go through just to live and breathe.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Ginsberg/Howl
I have to admit that I read this poem 4 times!! The first time, I just thought it was a clusterf**k of words put together by a raving lunatic high on dope and purging gibberish on to paper. The second time, I thought the same thing! The last two times I read it, I started underlining certain phrases and words and really thinking about what he was saying. It was then that I came to LOVE these words (as messed up as they are)!
"a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,..." In my opinion, Ginsberg is trying to tell us that it is the 'underdog' of society who is brilliant and forgotten. Part I travels the world with the narrator. He sees the grime, dirt, and decay of man everywhere he goes. But..... he also sees the lost potential burried under the hopelessness; "who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street..." Howl seems to cry about the lost souls. Is it about drug addicts, derelicts, winos, businessmen, kings, and queens? All of the above!! The focus seems to be more on the addicts and lunatics, but aren't they just as brilliant as the 'normal' person?
When you finally get into Part II you realize it applies to Part I. The "best minds of my generation destroyed by madness" (from Part I) are all affected by "Moloch" (in Part II). I believe Ginsberg's 'Moloch' represents the mind and the madness that can eat at it (especially when fueled by drugs). "Moloch whose name is the Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels!". When the mind is altered, it dreams and wanders the world, much like the lost and forgotten derelicts who wander the streets. Theirs is a different world and sometimes, it is more tolerable when seen through drug-fogged eyes.
The poem can be disected in soooo many ways. If I knew more about history (and government) in the 1950's, then I'm sure I could analyze the poem differently and give it a political spin. Moloch could easily represent government or some crap like that. But, I do think Ginsberg was trying to open the eyes of the "non-artist" so they could really see the hidden, artistic beauty of the world.
"a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,..." In my opinion, Ginsberg is trying to tell us that it is the 'underdog' of society who is brilliant and forgotten. Part I travels the world with the narrator. He sees the grime, dirt, and decay of man everywhere he goes. But..... he also sees the lost potential burried under the hopelessness; "who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street..." Howl seems to cry about the lost souls. Is it about drug addicts, derelicts, winos, businessmen, kings, and queens? All of the above!! The focus seems to be more on the addicts and lunatics, but aren't they just as brilliant as the 'normal' person?
When you finally get into Part II you realize it applies to Part I. The "best minds of my generation destroyed by madness" (from Part I) are all affected by "Moloch" (in Part II). I believe Ginsberg's 'Moloch' represents the mind and the madness that can eat at it (especially when fueled by drugs). "Moloch whose name is the Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels!". When the mind is altered, it dreams and wanders the world, much like the lost and forgotten derelicts who wander the streets. Theirs is a different world and sometimes, it is more tolerable when seen through drug-fogged eyes.
The poem can be disected in soooo many ways. If I knew more about history (and government) in the 1950's, then I'm sure I could analyze the poem differently and give it a political spin. Moloch could easily represent government or some crap like that. But, I do think Ginsberg was trying to open the eyes of the "non-artist" so they could really see the hidden, artistic beauty of the world.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The Fish
I really want go fishing now!! This poem is filled with happiness, despair, survival, and unadulterated joy. Bishop's description of the fish is both detailed and beautiful; "He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper: shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age." This short little description lets the reader know that this fish is large, old, and worn. This is no regular fish either. He is a survivor. "....then I saw from his lower lip -if you could call it a lip- grim, wet, and weaponlike, hung five old pieces of fish-line...." Bishop goes on to describe them as "medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five-haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw." He has earned these medals.
I believe this poem speaks on strength. It implies that the fish has struggled and survived. People have an incredible ability to "make it through" the tough times that life deals out. Sometimes, we wear our scars proudly (the hooks and lines) and this allows others to know that we are survivors. I was glad that she "let the fish go" at the end. We can all only hope that, at some point in life, when our captors have us on the line, they will choose to let us go. I believe , in a way, she compares herself to the fish. "...victory filled up the little rented boat...." I think this means she realized that they were both survivors and deserved to be set free form torment (abuse).
Just a little end note to say that my pessimistic view-point on life was kind of hoping that she kept the fish and hosted a fish-fry later in the day!
I believe this poem speaks on strength. It implies that the fish has struggled and survived. People have an incredible ability to "make it through" the tough times that life deals out. Sometimes, we wear our scars proudly (the hooks and lines) and this allows others to know that we are survivors. I was glad that she "let the fish go" at the end. We can all only hope that, at some point in life, when our captors have us on the line, they will choose to let us go. I believe , in a way, she compares herself to the fish. "...victory filled up the little rented boat...." I think this means she realized that they were both survivors and deserved to be set free form torment (abuse).
Just a little end note to say that my pessimistic view-point on life was kind of hoping that she kept the fish and hosted a fish-fry later in the day!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hemingway/Wolfe
The snows of Kilimanjaro was a classic read for me. I have never read Hemingway before and I found this particular story to be wonderfully entertaining. I was quite fond of the 'flashbacks' that Harry has. I found myself thinking that they were really just his life passing before his eyes as he lay dying. All of the italicized portions of the story appear to be thoughts remembered by Harry of his life in the past. I believe he was 'writing' these thoughts down in his mind since he could not physically write them down.
The hyena was a great symbol of death. "It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it." Hyenas are scavengers, always looking for the carcasses of dead animals (stalking and whining as they circle). Harry is basically a carcass lying there, rotting away so the hyena is drawn to the smell of decay.
The ending was great too! I love the 'point of view' approach. Hemingway moves the story along as if Harry has just fallen asleep: "Bwana is asleep now. Take the cot up very gently and carry it into the tent."
Then we read about the plane coming in and the pilot entering the camp. There is dialogue between Harry and Compton. This little 'trick of the trade' allows the reader to feel some hope that maybe Harry is alive. Then the plane takes off and we see the things Harry sees. I also love that when Harry sees Kilimanjaro, that is when the "hyena stopped whimpering in the night and started to make a strange, human, almost crying sound."
Hemingway's ability to develop his characters through 'flashbacks' (in this story) was very precise and in depth. I enjoyed this story.
I would love to do in depth blog about Wolfe, but I will save it for another day. Let me just say that this story truly touched me and created, in me, a sense of melancholy (sp?). It was very touching.
The hyena was a great symbol of death. "It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it." Hyenas are scavengers, always looking for the carcasses of dead animals (stalking and whining as they circle). Harry is basically a carcass lying there, rotting away so the hyena is drawn to the smell of decay.
The ending was great too! I love the 'point of view' approach. Hemingway moves the story along as if Harry has just fallen asleep: "Bwana is asleep now. Take the cot up very gently and carry it into the tent."
Then we read about the plane coming in and the pilot entering the camp. There is dialogue between Harry and Compton. This little 'trick of the trade' allows the reader to feel some hope that maybe Harry is alive. Then the plane takes off and we see the things Harry sees. I also love that when Harry sees Kilimanjaro, that is when the "hyena stopped whimpering in the night and started to make a strange, human, almost crying sound."
Hemingway's ability to develop his characters through 'flashbacks' (in this story) was very precise and in depth. I enjoyed this story.
I would love to do in depth blog about Wolfe, but I will save it for another day. Let me just say that this story truly touched me and created, in me, a sense of melancholy (sp?). It was very touching.
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