This is such a beautiful poem, and brought tears to my eyes. This reminds me of Toni Morrison's novel Beloved, because Sethe is a mother who protects her child by taking her out of the world... She would not stand for the abuse and mistreatment of her children. She rather kill her baby with Love, than it die by hate.

She can’t let herself have a child, because she’s scared of what will happen to them. While the result is different, this reminds me of the premise of Toni Morrison’s Beloved.

This reminds me of Gwendolyn B. Bennett's poem "Heritage," and how she expresses the desire to have the right to want something aesthetically pleasing.

I also read this piece like It was a prayer. Two of the main things I got from this poem was the repetition of the lines "see things as they truly are, / this wonderful opportunity to awaken" which I think is powerful and encapsulates what this poem is really about. I also love how the speaker calls the reader to do good and be kind to others in many ways, but then also reminds the reader that above all to be kind to yourself, which resonates with me because I have a great deal of trouble doing that.

the program never provided a pathway for citizenship. however it did provide other benefits for example staying in the country with permission to go to school or work. it kind of reminds me of what was once a safe haven for central americans with the "Temporary Protected Status" (TPS)

This concept can be tied to naive dialect. While Asian cultures are able to identify with the middle ground and more neutral solutions, western cultures are driven to pick a side in conflict, and are less likely to remain neutral. Naive dialect, often rejected by the ideals of westernized culture, proposed the middle ground of a conflict is the most likely to contain the solution, rather that the dichotomies that Americans identify more easily with. This reminds me of individualistic vs collectivistic cultures. I believe that we can tie naive dialect to collectivistic culture in the way that choosing the middle ground is more of a compromise and choosing a solution that benefits the most people. Americans, who are more concerned with getting their way and choosing the position they personally identify with is reminiscent of the ways of individualistic culture.

reminds me of a dystopian fantasy novel

This reminds me of a tool called asciinema that allows highlighting text within a video.

These children that are being given could be unwanted pregnancies from being raped by the Masters. Also it may be painful to view or to witness your children being sold into slavery or being oppressed in society in which black people Are set to fail. And the last part when she talks about it is better to die than to realize that you are colored and in reference to a river reminds me of the 1619 podcast when you learnt about people drowning in the Mississippi River and some people preferred to drown to Death than to face punishment from the white authority

This reminds me of the show "What Would You Do?", where an actor (or actors) pretend to do something strange or egregious in order to see what surrounding people would do in response. I wouldn't be surprised if the people who respond to these actors are also actors or reenacting what they just did. The idea of these crews and actors maneuvering others into these kinds of situations definitely fits with this program.

This reminds me of how producers of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette manipulate people into making a fool out of themselves on TV. It has ruined some of the contestants' lives, like Luke P.

This line reminds me of communion (the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consumed as memorials of Christ's death.)

Before eating the cracker (bread) and grape juice (wine) the pastor says "this is for the nourishment of my body"

This line makes me think love is a nourishment or in other words love is necessary in a persons life.

This reminds me of majority of the black culture.. we have to work so hard for what we want.

This reminds me of the podcast we listened to when they talked about how black people are treated when it comes to hospitals and insurance.

This reminds me of the brawl at the palace in Michigan in the NBA with Detroit Pistons, Indiana Pacers, and the fans.

Reminds me of the comments made in lex fridmin interview with ?, where they discuss that the union of morally evil and competent is actually a small number of people. I wonder if blockchain maybe assumes too much of those interested.

They were talking in the context of nuclear detonations or AI, which would effect a large number of people... but assuming that ETH does provide a non-gov option, it's destabilization might affect even more.

reminds me of the women in "Roy Spivey" where should we stand still for hours.

Agency is so important, for all of us. And this reminds me a bit, too, of the feminist concept of praxis, that "the personal is political." Now that the CPLC has finally engaged us on a personal level, we are having meaningful experiences, and we feel hope about the future and our ability to make a difference, to help our students find their way. This is where the hope is!

This reminds me of a documentary I watched last year. Everyone talks about the feminist movement, but in it, many minorities were left behind within it. It felt as though black feminists were forced to chose between advocating for their own civil rights or advocating for their gender rights. It's easy to forget that women of color had to struggle a lot more than white women even though both of them reached major obstacles. Also, it saddens me that there seemed to be a disconnect between the feminist movements.

This stanza reminds me of how much God revolves all . Also God is power over all

The first stanza reminds me of Genius in the bible.. This stanza is also putting me in a position where the writer is speaking on Gods behalf

I love the imagery of this. It reminds me of when we would use play doh to make the round balls. I can see God doing this to the light to form the Sun

This reminds me of the PayPal Mafia

This reminds me of Christmas stories where children are excited.

Reminds me a lot of "The Dispossessed," here and is thus a little hard for me to understand. I am reading this as if Le Guin is saying like, allow there to be pleasure, but not obsessive or prideful pleasure that comes from a place of ingenuity.

This reminds me of intention settings and having goals. Its imperative to have quality in your actions.

Reminds me of the trolls from the hobbit...

All this bullshit just reminds me of the, "This is what 'boys will be boys' should really mean - doing goofy hijinks and having fun" thing to be completely honest

This reminds me of the story of 12 years a slave, when master Epps and his wife enjoyed the torture of slaves and deleiberatelt inflicted pain because they fed off of the cries, ebony and blood of the slaves.

In this poem I feel that this thing could be a image or a thought of something. It reminds me of racism, being the subject and now its facing the mob that it plagued.

This reminds me of Audre Lorde's Sister Outsider where she asks the question, "who gets to be an artist" as in who has the access/material/representation.

This is going to sound veryyyy weird but Malcolm X reminds me of Donald Trump a little bit. They are both very radical and stand behind what they say 100%. They have a viewpoint and they do not change it for the world. They both have opinions on things that lean very far one way.

This paragraph reminds me a lot of Frederick Douglas' speech about what the fourth of july means to a slave. White people cannot see the pain that blacks have suffered in not being able to go after their american dream. This is the same as whites not realizing how hypocritical and painful the fourth of july was to slaves. Whites need to open their eyes and try to feel what african americans have felt to understand why segregation must end.

This reminds me of that song "this land is your land, this land is my land... from the California to the New York island."

This section here, most of the words start with the letter "s", in other words she is playing around with sibilance. I wonder why the repetition of the "s" sounds, when I recite this part out loud, the "s" sound reminds me of a snake, but I don't think that was her intention. Is it supposed to imitate a steady beat like banjo strumming?

I noticed that around here the diction starts to change and it reminds me of the way Sterling Brown writes his poetry. I wonder why she only wrote part of the poem this way and not the whole poem.

"Singing' slow, sobbin' low" reminds me of swing low sweet chariot by Etta James, a biblical blues song.

This reminds me of a chapter Christina Sharpe wrote about in their book, "The Wake." This lines up perfectly with their chapter about The Ship. The idea that the ocean holds the souls of those who were thrown overboard while being shipped to the United States to be enslaved and exploited.

Maybe this is what a Plus period should be all about: a place to be heard.

This reminds me of a verse from this hymn: For everyone born, a place at the table, for everyone born, clean water and bread, a shelter, a space, a safe place for growing, for everyone born, a star overhead,

This reminds me of what we discussed in class about Show Way. It shows the story of how you got to where you are and it provides a better understanding. It also shows in detail how things have changed in American history.

This part reminds me of "Self-Reliance" too--the part where Emerson says, "Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark." In other words, reset your mind and you can elevate yourself no matter who you are or what circumstances you are in.

This reminds me of SNL. It's definitely more on the side of entertainment, but it also provides the viewers with news stories that matter in the world.

Their relationship reminds me of another literary friendship between two females that has been taking the world by storm over the past several years, that of Lenu and Lila from Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan novels. That relationship is also between two women who are incredibly alike one another - bright, wordy, artsy, opinionated, leftists with a complicated relationship with wealth where they at once denounce it and yearn to surround themselves with it. Yet their temperaments are so unlike. There's also the spirit of an intense rivalry, though simultaneously a deep sense of respect. The two women routinely come together at low points in their lives, prior to the ultimate tragedy unfolding. In the context of Conversations With Friends, the two friends and former romantic partners have an incredibly productive working relationship and a deep sense of familiarity with one another, but they constantly withhold information from each other, try to make the other jealous, and can just as easily show wanton disregard for each other's feelings. The nature of the women in Ferrante's work is a bit different, as they're incredibly expressive Italian women as opposed to one direct, strong willed woman and who is the pinnacle of what I imagine to be British repression. Thus, the competition in this novel is incredibly more subtle, especially since Frances supplies us with a narrative lens.

This part was interesting to me because he is able to highlight that America not what it once was. The government needs new involvement in order to be successful. This reminds me of a video that we watched in international studies. The economy hasn't been critiqued in centuries because people are accused of being communists and things like that. However, without critiquing it and trying to treat the economy as the same as it was a long time ago, a large recession is inevitable.

The man is using her looks as a reason that she will force him to fall in love-- reminds me of a Siren or Vixen.

It reminds him of something from his past that left him feeling empty

This reminds me of the 13 documentary we are watching, and how most black people were framed with drugs or small crimes in order to be sent to jail.

I find it interesting that it reminds you of halos and I wonder if that was the author's intent.

It reminds me of rebellion and standing up for yourself... It's getting to me because it's part of my personal life that I'm going through..

This style reminds me of something Bukowski would write. Tough rigidness of reality.

This reminds me of Toni Morrison's Beloved, and how the Schoolteacher abuses Sethe into doing something that she does not want to be done to her. Halle, her husband watches the whole time, without her knowing, and his friend Paul D confesses to her that strong men break too, that they experience hurt and cannot fathom it. Yet Brown says they can overcome such pain..

This seems like St. Peter is saying that hell is the South and that everyone should know that, it should be common knowledge. This poem stays in the same rhyme scheme of ABAB throughout and has a natural bounce when spoken aloud. Both of the Sterling Brown poems have this stylized colloquial speech pattern. There is a clear voice that reminds me of my friends from New Orleans.

This reminds me of when I watched ocean's 11, and other con movies and shows. They employ a lot of the same strategies, so its weird to see the same manipulative behavior seen in things so real to me

To discuss the idea of a caged bird, I love the idea of a caged bird which to me reminds me of slaves but in this poem it discuss the issues except in a negative yet true light

This reminds me of the spirituals. Singing make s time pass by, it’s uplift the spirit and it’s unites people that share a common cause.

This reminds me of the constant humming we hear in the 1619 podcast. The sound of the slave songs.

Instead of waiting for a prayer to be answered or any help to arrive, he continuously beats his wing against the iron bars. It stops when his wings begin to bleed but restarts again.

It never gives up.

This reminds me of how slaves would continue their struggle for freedom with this same mindset. They won’t stop until they find freedom.

This is clearly a reference to the white whale. Reminds me of the numerous times the white whale was seen in the movie "In the Heart of the Sea".

This very much reminds me of a Dr. Seuss quote. It adds a bit of drama to the message.

It reminds me of one of those songs that keeps trying to find the right not but strains to hit it.

Reminds me of the quote from Wuthering Heights "She burned too bright for this world."She is aching and burning for this moment as well.

I love this because it comes from a man's perspective of love. Very similar in the sense of Annabel Lee to me. It reminds me of a first love and the memories made from this. The want for freedom with you other half.

Reminds me of the movie Ice Age and Scrat the squirrel.

Should be as educated in this social justice as any other (reminds me of my GSA reeducation of teachers with the film "James").

This reminds me of before, where Victor would sneak away and listen to the waves in order to get away from civilization and find some sense of peace.

Important to note the fact that Justine becomes almost a prototype for Victor's mother! She loved her so deeply that she began mimicking her speech and mannerisms. This gives her so much more importance to Victor, and is important to remember when reading the future events of the story.

The rays of the sun touch everything to light up the world. This reminds me of Sundays which is the day that Christians attend church. It is said to be a joyous day that is dedicated to praise and worship to God.

http://xroads.virginia.edu/~MUSEUM/Armory/galleryI/picabia.415.html

The image reminds me of this specific part because of the distance within this couple. Only one of them wants to talk, and the other doesn’t. I picture this is the closeness in which one of the partners want.

http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/edna-st-vincent-millay/

This reminds me of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet, “Love is not All.” She says, "Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone." In contrasts in gender, and who is more in love within each writings. Albert is the one to be pleased and well taken care of. Yet in Millay’s sonnet it is the woman who is being confronted by commitment, after one night with a man... “love is not all” yet LOVE & “pleasing your man” seems very apparent within The Waste Land..

This reminds me of a eulogy that is to be said in the name of the deceased. These are the ending thoughts before their soul is finally free to depart and fly to the sky.

This reminds me of a recent movie I watched called “The Green Book.” In which a world-class African American pianist plays in the homes of white people, yet despite how talented and We’ll mannered he is, they still treat him as less than they are. Hughes declares, “I, too, sing America.” Saying he is just as talented, and although you may love MY WORK, you do not LOVE ME. This does not weaken him, but makes him Stronger.

This reminds me of sacred rituals done amongst some African Americans, in which involves nature; water and trees. There are paths known to them, that not many others know about.

This line has to be my favorite out of all of his poems. It reminds me of a painting by Aaron Douglas, "From Slavery Through Reconstruction." They both focus on achieving or becoming the America they are apart of. To make a difference in the world they see as they hold onto "hope" to inspire others. Much like in the painting, a man is seen pointing out to people in the crowd and their cheering as they feel inspired by this movement or the "hope" he shares with everyone.

This line reminds me of this piece by Aaron Douglas, "Song of the Towers". There is a man with a saxophone and it's depicted as if he is singing. While this is the center of the painting, there are details such as the cogs and the in use factory buildings with smoke wafting out of the tops that could symbolize industrialization. That, plus the man behind the subject of the painting who is running with a suitcase which represents business, reminds me of what America would be depicted as.

This whole poem runs a rhyme scheme, with this stanza really sounding like a song. Each bar has about the same pacing, except the final line, which still rhymes with the bar before it. I found this video of Hughes almost singing it at times:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyqwvC5s4n8

The poem/lyrics really work with the music accompanying him. It kind of reminds me of some of the artsier hip-hop artists coming out of Chicago right now.

While the poem speaks of oppression and essentially slavery in so many words, it also ends with a very optimistic outlook. Even though ethnicity separates our speaker from the white household, there is a feeling of hope or confidence in the possibility of change. Tomorrow is future tense showing the poets hopefulness in eventual revolution. "From Slavery Through Reconstruction" reminds me of this process society must go through in order to achieve equality. In the painting a man points to the horizon which is lit bright representing the faith he has in the future. The light acts as a symbol of the united society he yearns for.

like a rabid dog. reminds me of a ghoulish assistant.

I find this very interesting; it reminds me of something I read online about a Buddhist monk that died while meditating in the lotus position, and had basically mummified himself. His body didn't show signs of decay for almost 50 years, then he was packed in a coffin with salt, mummified, and exhumed 75 years later.

The jumping between events are memories is interesting, reminds me of some of Kurt Vonnegut's writings. But, be careful to tie up the loose ends and lost elements that you get from proper transitions in your writing. So far, I have been getting lost at certain points, so it is just something that you should keep in mind for editing later on.

I like this mantra. Reminds me of the manifesto assignment, does a great job to describe the setting of story

Creative idea, reminds me of The Giver,

This reminds me of his his work and specifically the urinal that he switched upside down and submitted to an art gallery. Pure post modernism.

This reminds me of social media and how it is very surface level. Even though this wasn't in existence even yet when this was written, it is a modern parallel that connects to this.

This reminds me of common core and the focus on the basics. I feel like there is a shift back to the education of the whole child and art and beauty are front and center.

This reminds me of Vgotsky's Zone of Proximal Development

this reminds me of deindividuation where when we are in a group we lose parts of our identity that we would otherwise have

This reminds me of the events in the Bible. People touched Jesus' wounds.

This reminds me of the story happens on my son. Due to the long time he spends on watching TV and playing video games, we enrol a street dance class for him. He enjoys dancing and playing with other kids there, but he resists to step out of home and go to the class every week. My husband and I was confused as he really seems like the class and perform very well. I remembered that I might have the same feeling before accepting a huge job task or reading a hard book. However, that feeling disappeared immediately once we were engaged in. Now I could identify that feeling as the resistance to avoid situations that make us feel anxious rather than the feelings implying our true needs, and it is better not to reject it. This is profound for our family.

This reminds me a lot of the Dia De Los Muertos holiday

This reminds me of the Salem witch trials.

This reminds me of the Israelites relationship with God.

This reminds me a lot of the poem "The White Man's Burden" by Rudyard Kipling. The racist and degrading remarks but the victim being played by the colonizers.

This reminds me of all of the biblical stories I heard growing up and reminds me that their are stories like this from all around the world.

First off, I really love his style of writing. I'm not really sure why, but the capitalization of words reminds me of how I talk to my friends over text and for some reason made his writing a lot easier to read. I also love this idea that even though you might not flat out say something is right, if you think that it isn't wrong it gives the illusion that it is right. I feel like a lot of people hold this view on their actions that they didn't see them as wrong, so they thought they were right, but when looking back at all the facts, they realize that what they were doing wasn't right either. It's a very complex idea that leads to thinking about if there is truley a right and a wrong.

Reminds me of the visualization of the hill in Shape Up - knowing what you have to do on the climbing end and then doing it on the other.

Reminds me of the psychologist Norman Dixon's explanation of war as being a matter of information (knowledge) and energy.

sad, reminds me of Eliza and her son

This reminds me of the podcast we listened to when they talked about how slaves would sing with so much pain in their voice.

This reminds me of the saying "the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."

This reminds me of James Baldwin’s “My Dungeon Shook”. So much of white identity is tied to historical relationships with minorities. It’s object theory.

I already find this dynamic between Beatrice and Signior Benedick entertaining and interesting even though Benedick has not even appeared on stage. Beatrice seems very clever and reminds me a lot of the other women in Shakespeare's comedies such as Viola in Twelfth Night and Portia in Merchant of Venice.

Everything so doll like compared to him. the trees are not that much taller than an average man. The town reminds me of a little toy village a child would play with.

which reminds me here of Bennet's 'vibrant materiality' and 'enchantment'

Which reminds me of the way the emotive project emotiveproject.eu envisions the use of chatbots

This reminds me of the story of Adam and Eve, who in Christian lore are the first man and woman to ever exist on Earth, created by God.

This comment rubs me the wrong way a little bit. It almost reminds me of when people say "color blind" or that "they don't see color."

Reminds me of Angus Hervey's call to 'Hold on tightly and let go lightly'

Reminds me of the Target HVAC attack

This reminds me of something that astronomers calculate: the "solar constant,", which, it turns out is not quite constant because the Sun's output varies on a daily time scale and slowly over its 11-year sunspot cycle. Currently, the observed value is about \(1360.66\frac{W}{m^2}\).

I agree with this so much because even though you might not think something affects you, it will eventually. If the rights of someone else can be taken away or they can be denied something, then that government or leading group of people can do the same thing to you. This reminds me of the poem by Martin Niemöller where he didn't speak out about the groups being attacked because he wasn't apart of them, but eventually they came for him and then there was nobody left to speak up. Once they go after one group and have success in that, they will go after the next and the one after that and so on.

The fact that this report refutes the media narrative of youth civic complacency is not surprising. The media has become so politicized that it doesn't report the news unbiased anymore...it has become more of an opinion piece. I'm not surprised at all that the media would report complacency instead of digging in, doing the investigative work and reporting facts only without slanting the information one way or the other. This reminds me of the term 'silent majority'. Just because someone seems complacent or not civically active doesn't mean they are not concerned, have ideas, or engage civically out of the spotlight. The method chosen to produce civic action could be done by voting (as evidenced in the presidential election) or on a small local scale, etc. Youth can use their voice in many different ways.

this is such a fascinating pair of lines. the first, though meant to portray the budding fruitfulness of hope (perhaps the vine is meant to seem supportive and all-encompassing?) feels restrictive and tight to me (via visual imagery). and the second line, of taking in happiness via the success and happiness of others, reminds me of the core message: how does one find happiness? and how does one achieve joy? can one achieve sustainable and real joy through the happiness of others even when one is not truly happy themselves? connection to successful and stable relationships

All of this situated imagination talk reminds me of Nathanial Hawthorne's "My Kinsman Major Molineux." I did some deep dive research when writing a paper and remembered a philosophic situation that is at the core of the story. It goes something like this: Say there is a blind man, who has no sight, is situated in front of a painting. On that painting is an apple of sorts. With that man not having ever seen an apple, he would not have any experiences to help shape the representation that it is an apple. To push it further, say you gave him sight, would he be able to determine the apple to be real or a visual representation - I think there was something about him not experiencing or knowing about either.

The silence component reminds me of a time I remember from high school. When we were in the middle of reading Thoreau, we took a trip out to our local state park to simply sit...think...write... We had no phones and no distraction. We weren't allowed to sit by anyone or have conversation. It was so therapeutic...simply watching the water roll and the trees blow in the breeze.

This reminds me of a quote from Looking for Alaska that goes something like, "She was more than the sum of all of her parts." I love that line and it reminds me to not equate my value and worth as a person with my physical body.

this reminds me of greta and how these days people as young as her are fighting to change the world more than those who have been on it longer

This reminds me of changes in perceptions of first-generation college students (FGS), who tend to face similar challenges as these students. A colleague who is researching FGS library usage, and changes in how researchers have viewed FGS over time, told me that they used to be viewed negatively, almost as enemies, since they often start college not knowing how to use an academic library. Thankfully, that perception is slowly changing and librarians are working to meet these students "where they are" and use FGS' funds of knowledge to teach research skills. Hopefully we'll see similar changes in perceptions of disenfranchised middle- and high-school students and their readiness / ability to participate in civic life.

This reminds me a lot of that post you made in the Moodle forum ("Gregorian Speech & Interdisciplinarity Prompt" section--everyone should go read it, it's great!) months ago about how students love to make connections between classes and how they love to talk to you about those connections. I'm so glad you're still interested in that and intend to make it a goal for your classes! I know that I personally love doing that and also love talking about it with profs, so I'm clearly BIASED, but genuinely, I see other students talk about connections between their classes (just to me or to each other) and I think it might be worthwhile to really foster that kind of synthesis/ integrated understanding.

The title of this piece reminds me of the painting by Kenneth Hayes Miller, "The Waste". It has the same idea of a Waste Land as we talked about in class; desolate, lonely, dreary, etc. It seems that both of these pieces play with the idea of a Waste Land in different ways; the painting being more literal. http://xroads.virginia.edu/~MUSEUM/Armory/galleryD/D_191_49.b.jpg

https://youtu.be/h6sFG7qOd4A?t=46

This stanza reminds me of the chorus in the song “Wastelands” by Linkin Park, especially the lines, “I can connect / Nothing with nothing" and "My people humble people who expect / Nothing”. In the song, Chester sings, “In the wastelands of today / When there's nothing left to lose / And there's nothing more to take”. The idea that in both ends, you will be left with “nothing” or that you will have "nothing". This idea of having "nothing" reflects this stanza, when the speaker mentions that there is “nothing” for them to “connect” and because there is “nothing” left, their “humble people” expects “nothing”.

I'm a total nerd for Spongebob and the imagery present within this bit reminds me of Patrick's house. It's as if Elliot is saying, "if there was no Patrick, there would be no rock, and therefore there would be more water." Because after all, Spongebob and his friends live under the sea surrounded by water and rock.

This bit right here reminds me of Robert Frost and his poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" More specifically, when Frost writes, "Whose woods these are I think I know. / His house is in the village though; / He will not see me stopping here / To watch his woods fill up with snow." (1-4) This bit within Frost's poem talks of frozen bodies of water much like the river is discussed here in T.S Elliot. Elliot talks of the wasteland and how the land is brown and the bugs have departed and this is very relatable to Frost and how the snow is sort of a wasteland as everything stays away, including nymphs.

This reminds me of "In a Station of the Metro" because of the apparition or the ghost the speaker is seeing. It is like the blurring of the faces we discussed, the speaker does not know how to identify the "other" person. The third person is blurred, a dark figure that cannot be pinned down. Unlike Pound, the speaker here is interested in knowing who this apparition or ghost-like figure is as if it is "haunting" them.

http://xroads.virginia.edu/~museum/armory/galleryL/L_14_1045.b.jpg

This line reminds me of this painting by George Bellows. Many a man has tried to stop his patterns of existence but must continue to play the game laid in front of him. Some play a more privileged game than others as Polo is a game for Aristocrats, however every player on earth must play under the influence of light and dark.

“There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will”.

This stanza reminds me of “Old Yellow Wallpaper” because it seems that the speaker is seeing another person, but they don’t know if that person is real. In this part of the poem there are two people walking together, but the speaker sees someone else. The speaker doesn't confirm whether or not the person they are walking with sees this "third" person as well. Therefore, similar to the narrator in "Old Yellow Wallpaper", perhaps this "third" person who is walking "beside" their friend, is someone "nobody knows but" the speaker.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_a46WJ1viA

This excerpt from the poem reminds me of a Bridge Over Troubled Water by Paul Simon. In that song he describes himself as a bridge over the tears and sorrow of a lover or a friend, allowing them to reach the other side without falling into the rough waters. It seems that this man, in this poem is without company and is weeping over his lost lover, "By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept". Leman means a lover/sweetheart. The river bears no friends, harlots, or even garbage to accompany him. All he has is his song, he prays the Thames will remain undefiled long enough for him to finish his suffering in peace.

Eliot's depiction of this wasteland is enhanced even further with the menacing backdrop of a thick dusty fog. It reminds me of the horror video game Silent Hill 2, which uses a thick fog in certain segments to great effect and creates an intense atmosphere of dread.

http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/gertrude-stein/ This part reminds me of Gertrude Stein's poem, 'Sacred Emily.' The repetition and slight alteration of the words 'good night ladies' echoes Stein's continuous use of this kind of language in her poem, e.g. 'begging to state begging to state begging to state alright.' This obsessive repetition works to give off a kind of madness in the poems; each speaker gives off an impression of instability in their repeating, and slight alteration, of certain phrases.

This reminds me of John Sloan's Night Windows as it makes me think of endless toil and hard labour. The artwork has a similar feeling as it depicts people living in places of hardship and surrounded by the black fog of a city as if they cannot escape from toil.

This reminds me of Levine's 'They Feed They Lion'. "What branches grow/Out of this stony rubbish?" Stony rubbish echoes the negative imagery in the first stanzo of Levine's poem. "A heap of broken images" - Levine's poem features a lot of fractured, undeveloped images that heap up to show what "they lion" grow "out of". Also links to the Armory show and the exhibition of Cubist art, that fragments images to show multiple perceptions of the same subject. []

This stanza reminds me of Edvard Munch's "Two Beings", as if the painting is being seen from the narrator's POV. The black figure could be seen as the third person who is unidentifiable.

Reminds me of that episode of Spongebob where he goes in Sandy's underwater dome and being a "sea creature", he starts to dry out and slowly becomes crusty just as Eliot describes this certain scenario with "here is no water".

(http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/gertrude-stein/)

This reminds me of Gertrude Stein's poem, the repetition of the same word in a single line. Also the way its formatted, an example from Stein's: "Neatness. / Neatness Neatness. / Excellent cording. / Excellent cording short close."

This reminds me of the artwork, "Sunday, Women Drying Their Hair" because it creates the imagery of a woman performing a daily routine or process. It's a similar feeling to the painting, in which the woman appear relaxed and calm as they dry their hair together. It also shows the importance of the working-class women, but invites the reader to look at them in the poem and the painting from a new perspective.

http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/charlotte-perkins-gilman-the-yellow-wallpaper-1892/

This aristocratic woman reminds me of the narrator of the Yellow Wallpaper. They are both women of means, but clearly suffer from some sort of mental illness. The opulence of the woman's things, and the beauty of the narrator's ancestral halls do nothing to curb their inner thoughts.

These lines always stood out to me. They're so direct, because they directly address the reader (or, the reader through the narrator) and make the goth, macabre part of my soul very happy. There's a song called Memory Eternal (or Vichnaya Pamyat) that is performed in traditionally Eastern Orthodox churches, often during funeral ceremonies. A recording of it is also part of HBO's Chernobyl soundtrack. It reminds me of these lines, through its directness about death, its slow, sad melody. This recording is also dramatic, much like this poem. If you haven't seen the show, I highly recommend it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLZPfMHWPWk

This haunted description of the room reminds me of ![The Yellow Wallpaper] (http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/charlotte-perkins-gilman-the-yellow-wallpaper-1892/). There is a common sense of buildings have thoughts and feelings of their own, and of walls having the ability to reach out to those who live between them. It's certainly a gothic description.

This bit of the Wasteland reminds me of this painting from the Armory show of 1913. The speaker here sits upon the shore fishing as there are arid lands behind them and this is very apparent in the photo as you can see water in the very back of the painting. Its as if the speaker of the Wasteland is one of the people present within the painting following up to their word and getting their lands in order as well.

https://youtu.be/46GwJbrMghQ

This Reminds me of the Shawshank Redemption scene, and One of Andy’s famous quotes, “Get busy living or get busy dying.” This part reminds me of being stranded within this “Waste Land” and not being able to Better the situation because of thunder and the imprisonment that comes with it. “He who was living is now dead” reminds me of ex prisoners who are released after years of a sentence and being brought into a world they do not remember.. just like what happened to Brooks in the movie (I won’t spoil it Now). It is a struggle to live within the Waste Land, and they are “dying with a little patience.” There is more to life and the world, than being stuck within the waste land. This scene fits perfectly with this piece. I also thought of Andy’s ending in the movie, his own sweaty face, and demeanor, after all the agony he endures.

This reminds me of the white supremists in America. (Although they are found all over the world they most widely known to be Americans so that's why I'm talking about that country specifically.) White supremacists believe that they are better than every other race, and are usually homophobic and don't accept other religions.

reminds me of the law of the jungle

this sort of reminds me of the concept of people wanting to practice what they excel in rather than what they may be lacking in

This reminds me of the Declaration of Independence, which outlines the idea that when the government is no longer working for the benefit of the people, the people have a right to rebel or change it.

reminds me of Harry Potter

This reminds me of Anderson's TedTalks from another class I'm in. Anderson talked about dismantling things to better persuade the audience, and in this case, it's pretty similar.

Creative writing kind of reminds me of contact zones. You can interpret it in your own way, there's no right or wrong answer.

This part reminds me of George Lakoff's article about framing and the use of language. Your choice of words can influence a person and make them feel certain emotions (doesn't matter if it's a good or bad emotion)

I find this very interesting because I definitely see how this applies to many people. I know people that claim to be liberal for social issues but conservative for economic issues. In theory, it may sound good, but it is nearly impossible to have both. This quote reminds me of those attitudes.

Reminds me of what it has felt like when my parents would warn me to stay away from boys "because they're trouble" when they actually meant to say that they don't want me to experience a broken heart at the hands of someone else.

When your attention is diverted, you forget to take a look at the things changing, you forget to inspect things around you happening. When the author says before this section "it helps to be between wars," it amplifies the the meaning highlighted. This sort of reminds me of people who watch the news and allow themselves to become so involved in what is happening on the screen that they forget to look at the world beyond it.

I thought this was a pretty powerful sentence. It plays a double meaning in the prose as the author is pregnant and the father is either in war or died in the war. The child reminds her of her hatred for the country the father went to war with and the hatred that she wants to move on but can't because the child is preventing her from doing so.

*May've worded this wrong. Please correct me if so.

This reminds me of Gilgamesh's passage across the great body of water to immortality

The fact that the government can't see there is an obvious need for affordable housing reminds me of how stupid people can be. Young people still living with families would make it hard to have families, that and the small space. The living might not improve because the government doesn't see that it has to. It's hard to move, so that's why people don't really leave. That and they want to have their freedoms they have in their city rather than move to China and lose them.

This reminds me of when Harriet Jacobs was hiding out in the attic of her house where there was very little space for her to even move around or stretch.

This reminds me of a class I took last year when they asked us to estimate how many people drink in highschool and college, just to see how wrong we were. Why are our perceptions of this so wrong?

reminds me of the teenage girls in a gallery in the video about NYC in the previous module (Conformity: Investigate)

This reminds me of a story - "The Emperor's New Clothes". In the story, the emperor was naked but he said only intelligent people can see his clothes. Nobody wanted to seem stupid, so nobody said anything except a little boy. After he said that the emperor is naked, everyone was relieved that they were actually correct and started laughing. It only takes one person for others to join and express their true thoughts.

This reminds me of when my mother use to tell me "its a black and white world" which was always confusing because their is so much more than just those two.

it reminds me of open source, with all the possibilities but also the hurdles, especially for non-technical people. (Once you're invited to collaborate on GitHub working with Markdown, there's already one big hurdle to take.)

This reminds me of the Ted Talk about the dangers of a single story! So sad and so true in this case.

It's good to acknowledge that this should be the way to go about trials rather than having the trial not in the suspect's favor. A suspect should always know what they are being accused of and have the right to defend themselves. This reminds me of how some suspects can be persuaded into thinking they did a crime because of the manipulation by officials when they had nothing to do with it.

This is interesting to me because the two things they all can agree on is liberty and equality. It reminds me of the prompt of is liberty and equality necessary in Democracy? They are trying to decide which form of government best suits them and it states that it must have liberty and equality. Their government eventually becomes a democracy which mean that, they are both necessary in democracy.It makes me wonder to what extent did they think liberty and equality were required? For example did they want political liberty and little economic liberty or everything equal across the board?

This reminds me about the earlier readings talking about the dangers of monarchy. This is why we need government protections to prevent from human nature. The separation of the federal government and state governments are an important protection for the liberty of the people. Having the extra check on federal government can prevent and hinder negativity from a king-like president.

This reminds me of the poem/song titled "Lift every voice and sing."

This line reminds me of how sometimes, we only worry of the future. Everyone always says to live in the moment, but are we really? I constantly worry for our future and hope for something that seems too good to be true. In our world today, I feel as though we can never really catch our breath. We are constantly worried about the next day, year, or even five minutes.

This reminds me of the current immigration crisis.

This stanza reminds me of thought she’s having that involves something she owns and loves

This stanza reminds me of the saying “love will make you do some crazy things.” I also think the lover is making her feel like loving him is right when it’s really wrong .

The land itself is like a mentor. Reminds me of the love your mother slogan I've been seeing on bumper stickers.

This sentence reminds me of "17776: How Football Will Look in the Future." It captures how humans inherently create structure out of coexistence. Whether life is endless and perfect, or filled with destruction, people find purpose in one another.

This reminds me of the example of phenotypic plasticity from food in our textbook where queen bees develop differently as a result of ingesting royal jelly.

This section reminds me of Cormac Mccarthy's Blood Meridian.

This reminds me of those "jesus was walking with me" on the beach posters where there are two sets of foot prints in the sand.

The constant repetition of the word "said", either "I said" or "she said" and so on, i think it mimicking dialogue, but there are no quotation marks like some of the other stanzas. The repetition reminds me of the Gertrude Stein poem we read last week. Perhaps Elliot wanted to incorporate a style of repetition in this part of the poem by using elements of dialogue.

Reminds me of the Star Wars franchise (the new movies). They had their name on everything and it was shocking to see the sell-out mentality. They weren't using their brand to promote products that the viewers would genuinely enjoy, instead they were slapping their name on AA batteries and six packs of tangerines.

I've been thinking recently about the role of things being troubling in our conversations about social and emotional learning. How do we support this kind of work in the classrooms; reminds me of Nicole Mirra's work with critical civic empathy: https://blubrry.com/nwpradio/38857947/educating-for-empathy-an-interview-with-nicole-mirra/