Well, I would have to say I am most thankful for Hammy and Nikki the most. I can count on these two for pretty much anything, and they've been there for me since freshie year.
I'm thankful that Nikki is so very blunt and honest about a lot of stuff, she's been keeping me grounded for four years. Also, we have had some pretty great adventures, and I'm thankful for those memories. Last, but certainly not least, her bottomless stomach deserves some appreciation. I can not tell you how many times she has saved me from wasting food. What more could you ask for in a friend?
Hannah - I'm sorry - Hammy, has been a wonderful literature buddy (our third lit class together). But that's not why I'm thankful for her. We've had some rough patches together but she's always been there when I needed her the most. Whether it be to help make sense of my life, to make fun of me, or to tolerate the boys I date, Ham has always been a true friend and I'm very thankful for that.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Open letter to Cormac McCarthy
By the way, I misread the topic for the blog when this was due and accidentally wrote you a letter instead mr. Mccarthy, which is why the blog is late.
Dr. Mr. Cormac Mccarthy,
Your book, the road, made me depressed. I mean don't get me wrong, I thought the subject matter of your book was very thought provoking. But at the same time, I found my self feeling a bit gloomy when I read it. Also, I became confused a lot because you chose not to include quotation marks. Don't worry; I get it, the whole writting the book in a style that compliments the tone of the story thing. That was actually kind of cool now that I think about it.
If I were to describe the tone of the book with a color, I would choose grey. When I was imagining it in my head I saw a lot of grey. I think that color tells a lot about the book, its sort of ambiguous. I suppose you could look at the book as being a reminder of hope, or criticizing the very principal of it. Representing both Optimism and pesimism, the color grey does wonders in describing this book.
P.s. Even though I think of your book as depressing, I actually really liked reading it, the story was intriguing. Kudos.
Dr. Mr. Cormac Mccarthy,
Your book, the road, made me depressed. I mean don't get me wrong, I thought the subject matter of your book was very thought provoking. But at the same time, I found my self feeling a bit gloomy when I read it. Also, I became confused a lot because you chose not to include quotation marks. Don't worry; I get it, the whole writting the book in a style that compliments the tone of the story thing. That was actually kind of cool now that I think about it.
If I were to describe the tone of the book with a color, I would choose grey. When I was imagining it in my head I saw a lot of grey. I think that color tells a lot about the book, its sort of ambiguous. I suppose you could look at the book as being a reminder of hope, or criticizing the very principal of it. Representing both Optimism and pesimism, the color grey does wonders in describing this book.
P.s. Even though I think of your book as depressing, I actually really liked reading it, the story was intriguing. Kudos.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Dinosauria, We
I feel like there is rarely something that I see that makes me sit and think about the magnitude of certain things going on in todays world. The poem “Dinosauria, We” paints the picture of what our world is and will become if these “things” continue to happen. Charles Bukowski brought up many problems within todays society; for example, at one point in the poem he says
“Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty”
There is absolutely no possible way to look at those words and claim them as lies in today’s society. These specific examples illustrate the ways in which we have made “solutions” into growing problems. The more I read this poem the more convinced I am that he is talking about how we as a race cannot live without ruining what we have. That we are the keys to our own destruction. What killed the dinosaurs, won’t kill us. He also addresses the fact that we look for something or someone to blame all our troubles on. When what we find doesn’t fulfill the ache or pain inside us, we search for something artificial that will temporarily relieve us from our problems. Once again showing that our solutions are not really solutions at all.
“The Fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach towards an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder”
The society we live in is constantly evolving and becoming more and more sophisticated -which- is going to eventually bring about the apocalypse. The idea of sophistication will not matter in the end, Bukowski mentions “As the supermarket bag boy hold a college degree” and “And the Banks will burn, Money will be useless” bringing about the question how much value do the things we strive for mean when there is nothing? After reading this, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this happened.
P.S. I really liked this poem.
“Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty”
There is absolutely no possible way to look at those words and claim them as lies in today’s society. These specific examples illustrate the ways in which we have made “solutions” into growing problems. The more I read this poem the more convinced I am that he is talking about how we as a race cannot live without ruining what we have. That we are the keys to our own destruction. What killed the dinosaurs, won’t kill us. He also addresses the fact that we look for something or someone to blame all our troubles on. When what we find doesn’t fulfill the ache or pain inside us, we search for something artificial that will temporarily relieve us from our problems. Once again showing that our solutions are not really solutions at all.
“The Fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach towards an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder”
The society we live in is constantly evolving and becoming more and more sophisticated -which- is going to eventually bring about the apocalypse. The idea of sophistication will not matter in the end, Bukowski mentions “As the supermarket bag boy hold a college degree” and “And the Banks will burn, Money will be useless” bringing about the question how much value do the things we strive for mean when there is nothing? After reading this, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this happened.
P.S. I really liked this poem.
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