Thursday, May 3, 2012

Last Blog Post!




In this blog post I looked closely at A Good Man is Hard to Find and wrote a lot specifically about the symbolism I thought I saw.


In this blog post I did a close reading of "A Song in the Front Yard" by about the tension and the speaker among other things.  


This was the blog in which I used the close reading a poem hand out to look at McKay’s poem "America'.  In it I examined everything from tension to form to the sounds of the poem.

I selected these all these poems for the same reason.  To be completely honest, I wasn’t very impressed with myself this semester, but at least in these posts I was able to close read the text.  I think I could have taken them a step further than just a formalist style analysis.  However, it is what it is.

Ideas about Literature 

I don’t think my ideas about literature as a whole have changed over this semester.  I would say that I now understand different periods (post- modernism, modernism ext.) of literature a lot clearer.

What have I learned. . . .

Well, as I stated earlier I have learned a lost about modernism and post-modernism.  I have to add that I also learned a lot about Mckay and the Harlem Renaissance (for my essay).  I think I have also decided (after much deliberation) that appreciating a piece of writing makes it almost as enjoyable as loving it.  I would go as far as to say that it is its own type of less passionate, less demanding love.

Performance this Semester 

I did not perform as well this semester as I would have liked.  I could list excuses, but they would just be excuses.  I worked hard on the essay, but could have worked harder.  I did not try my best on the blogs. I kept too quiet for a lot of the group discussions.

Strengths as a Writer and Thinker
Let us start with the positive.

I have a brain that is pretty darn functional when fed caffeine and vitamins.

I try to remain open to new/different styles and ideas about writing.  I am not always good at doing this, but I think the effort helps me to appreciate a decent variety of different styles.

I want to/ but do not need to understand a text.  Both parts of that statement are important. First, I want to understand what I read.  I have seen a lot of people give up quickly if they don’t understand something they have read and I think this is a weakness because if one does this one will never learn.  The fact that I can do this means I am open to learning right?

The fact that I do not have to understand a text is a strength as well.  It means that I can live of the rhythm and other aspects of text without feeling completely frustrated.

I am not sure what my strengths as a writer are anymore.  I am in one of those frustrated states where I feel completely talentless right now.  I have always gotten back out of them, but it is very discouraging to feel like giving up (just writing of course). I got rhythm and a decent vocabulary at least. J

Weaknesses

I am currently in an interesting state (as described above). So, I feel like I have a lot of weaknesses but, I will just list a few.

Whenever I read something I have written it feels forced.  It feels like I have pulled out my poetic and essay-ic teeth in order to get something on the page. Maybe it just sounds that way to me but it feels so stale.  I do not feel that way when writing just when reading back over everything.

Grammar- it is  still quite horrible.  

I often stop myself from even trying to write because I feel like I have no skill or don’t know what to say.  This is very counterproductive.  

I am too hard on myself sometimes and not hard enough on myself at other times.

Grading Myself

I would give myself a “C” because I don’t think I tried hard enough in class or on the blogs.  I did okay on the essay, but I could have done better with more effort.  I am glad this class is not graded by some scale of effort measured in some magic way.  I would like an “A” but, I guess we shall see.   

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Poets To Come --- By Walt Whitman


POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!

Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,

But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than

before known,



Arouse! for you must justify me.

I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,

I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the

darkness.



I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a

casual look upon you and then averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.

Followers