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The last post.
We have come finally to our last week of Live journal. I must profess, this makes me quite morose. Thinking of the words to aptly convey my heartfelt thanks to MG for allowing me to explore my inner poet.
For what price do you place upon a thought?
What worth do you give my writing?
Can you evaluate an exploration of self?
If I had this semester ( Read more... ) -
Why was literature invented? To woo women.
Week 11 -
This week myself and three other girls worked upon our drama performance. We chose an excerpt from Susan Glaspell’s ‘Trifles’. It was a very enjoyable piece to work with. The other girls in my group were very professional having come from theatre backgrounds. The excerpt that we chose was a duologue between Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale. Two ( Read more... ) -
Literature, so what?
To explore the places you have never been. To meet the stars you will never meet. From the highest to lowest planes of existence you can travel. Through the creative minds of the classics, through your own imagination literature is brought alive. What separates literature from writing. Are they both the same. Why do we hail the classics as great ( Read more... ) -
All the worlds a stage and the men and women merely players.
Ahhhhhh, drama, my first love. I shall tell you the story of how I came to know and love drama. Its not the typical story of first love. In year 9 we had the new freedom of choosing two electives. I chose photography and Japanese. However the Japanese teacher I had during year 8 had left the school and we had a new teacher. Lets say, she wasn’t my ( Read more... ) -
Work thinks; laziness muses.
Each week as I approach my livejournal post I sit at my desk anxiously waiting for a flash of brilliance. Reliably my mind gives me food for thought as I recap the weeks readings and my responses to them. I find Jules Renard captures this in words that I cannot express. “To lie watching ones mind, pen raised, ready to spear the smallest thought ( Read more... ) -
Who deserves respect?
In the last few weeks I have been thinking alot about judgement and persecution. How can I expect others to respect me if I do not treat others with respect. How can I expect to be forgiven if I do not forgive. The character Katherine Mansfield presents in ‘Miss Brill’ is a person who judges and expects not to be judged. The text from the ( Read more... ) -
Grace like rain.
I wonder what people think when they look at me.
Do they see through my mask, my facade?
Do they see the little girl trembling for her father?
My brave and proud exterior cracks and fades.
He comes to me with bread and wine.
For I am hungry and thirsty.
And all I can give him is sin and shame.
He pulls me up with both hands in his.
"And now listen, Sarah ( Read more... ) -
Is the world too much with us or is the world not enough?
You would properly know if had previously read my live journal I feel a sort of affinity with the romantic poets. Wordsworth and Coleridge are my contemporaries. The lecture this week made me really think about nature and the world. Do we consider the world is the consumeristic body of people that inhabits the Earth? Or do we consider the world ( Read more... ) -
It does matter if your black or white.
In our world we are completely stratified and classed upon a few factors. Race, ethnicity, wealth, education and heritage. I cringe to admit that I like others stereotype and class individuals upon their appearance, home address and material assets. I have often faced the dreaded question “So, where do you hail from?” My internal disgust at having ( Read more... ) -
They do say a picture speaks a thousand words.
This week I shall endeavor to explore painting a picture with words. Why “I am not a painter, I am a poet” - Frank O’hara. Why indeed do I continue this course. Continue to read. Continue to learn. Though “I feel like butter spread thinly over bread” - Lord of the rings, Bilbo Baggins. I first discovered my love for language in the 2nd grade with ( Read more... )