Women

So tackling this project shouldn’t be that hard but it is. Hurston tries to give Janie a life of her own, a mind if you will, that roams outside of her body. Her corporeal body however, is an entirely different manner. It’s tied and or bogged down in this life that she can’t handle. Her first husband wanted to use her as a mule if you will. He ran a farm and he expected his wife to help him with the farm. Understandable, my dad expects my mom to help out with certain things too; to the extent of plotting seeds while he plows? HAHAHAHA no. I am pretty sure she would draw the line right there. Janie however, is in the land where girls get no say and she is to do exactly what her husband tells her. Another example of this is Joe, her next husband. He starts out as this really sweet guy who would “rope the moon” for her if he could. Then, he gets caught up in the whole mayor idea. He breaks her is what he does. She takes that Janie she’s always wanted to be and hides it. A direct example of this is when he makes her hide her hair under the handkerchief. It’s a sign of submission. Until the day he died Janie had always had to hide behind this mask and be the mayor’s wife. She couldn’t be anything but because Joe didn’t want her to be. She was almost like a trophy wife now-a-days. She was a husk walking around with a planted smile on her face. She was more free with Tea Cake but was he any better than the others? He thought she was getting a little out of hand and he wasn’t mad at her but he hit her anyway. To teach her how to mind I suppose. Women were almost like a cattle and or pet dog. They were expected to submit, give all of themselves to their husbands while they give nothing, and were meant to mind every order they could think of. Now, it sounds ridiculous but then it was the law. I’m not going to sit here and say I haven’t seen something like that. My parents have been together for over twenty some odd years now…maybe longer but I don’t keep track. My dad expects my mom to take care of the house. He’ll pitch in now and then but he doesn’t really think it’s a guy thing to do. Understandable, it was how he was brought up. My mom was brought up the same way. No big deal. It is a big deal however, when someone decides they can beat submission into someone. I’ve never agreed with that policy. I’m not saying it for like…a little kid when you give them a slap on the butt go get them going or something but I’m talking about the kind of beating Janie gets when Tea Cake is simply mad. Now that’s ridiculous. I guess that’s what it was all about back then. There was a lot of love between the two of them but they couldn’t just talk out what was going on with each other. Tea Cake didn’t know any other way to get her to mind other than by using his fists. Ridiculous? Yes. Was it the way they lived? Yes. For women, that’d degrading. It makes you nothing more than an animal.

Moore Translation of "Poetry"

I hate it; some things are more important than this crap;
Reading it, while I hate it, I found it to be truthful.
The natural functions of life are cool but it's because
it's cool on it's own, not because of fancy words.
We don't like that fancy shit. We don't get it.
Dumb it down so everyone can like it.
All the animals and their natural functions, the fanatics in life
the twitchy people, all these natural things are important.
They're all "natural wonders".
However, if you can't write don't try to tell me about this shit
It's important things in life and you can't half-ass it.
You make the rest of us real poets look bad.
Poetry is about the real, the truth, what's hardcore in life.
If you can write this, amazing, if not get the hell out of here.
p.s. if you like all the above, read poetry, it's a good time

Stevens and Moore

This is the most confusing moment of my entire life. So I sign on and I read the assignment and right away I'm confused. Great. Another time where I am going to feel like I half-assed it due to my inferiour knowledge of the topic. So I'm going to try this out and whether or not I'm right...well right now I figure it doesn't really matter. Probably no one is going to get this right and I'm okay with that.

Differences: As far as I can tell Stevens wrote with a cause. He has a lot of, what seems to be anyway, layers. It isn't just superficial nonsense spewing out onto the page. If you sit there and read a bit harder it seems as though there is something underneath all of the kind of hookey lines at times. Moore on the other hand doesn't seem to really be a rebel with cause. She's kind of going with the flow which is perfectly fine. She's more of a let's live in beauty type of girl. Not only that but she's more...structured? She pays attention to the endings of her lines and how to begin each new stanza. I don't get that with Stevens. He ends each line with a period. Once the stanza is over it's over. Moore won't do that. She put 'a' to close a sentence and began with 'high-sounding' for the next stanza. So perhaps she's pays more attention to that fact or maybe less attention...pick one. Either or I don't really know. Stevens makes me stutter over his lines. I feel like I'm back in the first grade trying to read a chapter book all over again. His word usage is inane. He invents names? So he made up Ramon Fernandez just to make me stop and think what the hell kind of name is that. Thanks Stevens. Moore is more of a let it flow girl. I wonder if she ever even revised. Seriously, it feels natural to say her lines almost like they flow right out of her pen nub. Though she must cause the breaking of her stanzas feel deliberate unlike Stevens who almost makes it feel like oops that's how it goes I suppose.

Similarities: Well, I suppose there are a few between them. They love their animals. Of all the things they celebrate it's animals. I have nothing wrong with pets but I am not in love with them. I like puppies and cats just as much as the next girl but let's not go overboard here. They don't over use rhymes and in fact I would say Stevens rhymes on accident sometimes but yet he still uses it as does Moore. Moore much more often and I think more deliberate than Stevens does but otherwise I think they both ryhyme which is another similarity. Their languages seem to suggest to something bigger. With Moore I'm not sure there IS something bigger to get but there COULD be. I think she writes to write but if you really wanted to read 'more' into it (yes, ha I made a pun aren't I clever) you can and Stevens obviously has a deeper meaning.

Sound: Sound? What are you talking about? Just to clarify I'm sure if you mean sound as in the way they are spoken aloud or in which you say to yourself. Same thing? No, no they aren't. So sound...I actually read them aloud and Stevens uses more of the sound to his advantage I think. I feel like I'm repeating myself A LOT but he does emphasize the word characters a lot more in his stanzas because he stumbles and make us fumble through it. Moore is more of a pretty flow that could put someone to sleep. Not that they would I'm just saying...right. I mean you stumble a wee bit but the words aren't hard to say. They're simpler in the basis of the words themselves while Stevens makes them more complicated. I'm not sure if he has an ego problem where he needs to sound intelligent or what but mmmhhmmm.

Wateland v. Modernism

I’m not really sure how anything works in this writing. I’m not going to lie when I say that it confused the hell out of me. Between looking up almost all the words to figure out what they mean and then looking down to the bottom of the page to read all the little sub-texts on what he was referencing I feel as though I missed the point. I tried rereading it just for content but it’s hard to do when you don’t have the proper background for the reading.

What I do feel is different than that other modernists was the way in which Eliot spoke. He referenced a lot of higher-class things. His writing doesn’t apply to all of the people in general. I had no idea what Shakespeare plays he was referencing and besides that who would? No other than the ‘learned’ people of the time would. How interesting is it to sit there and explain every little reference to someone? It ruins the meaning I think of the whole point.

The one that I semi-understood was The Fire Sermon. I’m referencing mainly to page 1437. I think, again I stress think, that she may be a prostitute of some sort who uses her body to survive. “Endeavours to engage her in caresses/Which still are unreproved, if undesired./Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;/Exploring hands encounter no defence;/His vanity requires no response;/And makes a welcome indifference.” To me this sounds almost like rape. This man who is “one of the low on whom assurance sits”. Who is he to think that he can take what doesn’t belong to him? Is this what Eliot is getting at? I feel like I’m missing the essential in his writing. Is it the people thinking they can take whatever they want no matter whose it is or even if they don’t have permission. This woman doesn’t want him but yet she does nothing to stop him. She allows herself to be plundered and then goes on with life with a “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over”. I don’t know the entire thing confused me. Eliot called the man her lover but is he really? Maybe that word meant something else back then but to me it doesn’t mean someone whom you allow yourself to sleep with but feel nothing for and just allow him to have his way with you. I don’t know perhaps I am reading the text wrong but to me the entire thing seemed vulgar and it made me feel queasy.

It’s almost as though this woman thinks there is nothing else out there and if this is what she must suffer then she must. She seems despairing and not able to rise above what she is. If this is the ‘lover’ then she will permit him but she will not feel anything but she will keep going because why die. Parker stated it well when she said all the ways of dying pretty much suck so we should all just live anyway. I feel like she’s all alone and as reader you want to reach out and touch her and have her know she’s okay but it’s not possible. In the opening scene she’s just sort of waiting, he knows she’s alone he says so. He goes up has his way with her and then leaves. Again, she’s left alone after her ‘lover’ comes to call. Isolation I guess is what comes to mind when I think of her.

Another point of which I did notice him bringing out the idea of the poor being oppressed type thing was in the same section but on page 1439. ‘On Margate Sands, / I can connect / nothing with nothing. / The broken fingernails of dirty hands. / My people humble people who expect/ nothing.’ That’s just sad. These people work so hard, they expect nothing but yet they don’t have the attitude that they are better than the rest of the world what they do have they are grateful for. They work in the dirt, the grime. They get the worst jobs and yet they think that this is the best life for them. The rich oppress them and take advantage of their humble attitudes to make sure it stays that way.

I couldn’t really grasp all of Eliot. I know you said in class that we shouldn’t try to get it all at once and I won’t lie I didn’t even try to. I found this difficult to understand and I don’t think I got the whole meaning of what he was trying to say. In fact, I am downright confused about it almost the entire time. His format was easy with the rhythm. He didn’t have a rhyme scheme, no real pattern that I could discern at least. It makes it more of a story than any type of poetry. Other than that I have no clue and I hope we talk about this in class to clarify the issue.