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  1. Nov 2023
    1. And be as dust among the dusts that blow?

      I notice a lot of isolation and lack of individuality. It can feel sad but is there something beautiful in being nothing more nor less than a piece of dust among other dust>

    2. Most various Man, cut down to spring no more; Before his prime, even in his infancy Cut down

      I am interested in this line, most various men, someone who could be anything they desire yet was cut down to spring no more. the world is changing and how do we respond? Where do men gain their value?

    3. Here lies, and none to mourn him but the sea

      Elements of nature, isolation, and legacy. I found this interesting because what kind of person were you in life if no one is mourning you but the sea and mourn has a sense of reflection, who was I who could I have been?

    1. My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.   “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? “I never know what you are thinking. Think.

      I enjoyed this fragmentation, this reaching out for connection yet the inner thoughts demands are distracting and deflating

  2. Oct 2023
    1. Dayadhwam: I have heard the key

      polyglossia/babel: compassion. Again thunder as an element causes destruction that then offers a chance to renew life, I personally don't see this as compassionate for the critters but i guess I can see where they are coming from.

    2. Datta: what have we given?

      polyglossia/babel: Thunder can feel fragmented and chaotic, these questions are also fragmented and written in sanskrit. It makes sense that thunder would speak in such random open-ended ways. Thunder could also be speaking in this way because it is an ancient language. Datta also means given or granted so I wonder how this will connect to the next two.

    3. breeding Lilacs out of the dead land

      I wonder if this has anything to do with a modernist sense of being lost in their world, a feeling of hopelessness? Breeding life into a harsh world.

    1. with gauds from imaginations which have no peasant traditions to give them character but flutter and flaunt

      This reminds me of our conversation about looking for culture in France, America has no peasant tradition to give us except the mass production of goods to flaunt and flutter

    2. while the imagination strains after deer going by fields of goldenrod in the stifling heat of September Somehow it seems to destroy us

      The desire to return to nature. I wonder if the author is trying to say that our wants are painful to us because we cannot stop the way the world is changing (industrializing)

  3. Sep 2023
    1. 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.

      He seems to be really self aware and wonders how he is perceived

    2. Make the whole stock exchange your own! If need be occupy a throne, Where nobody can call you crone.

      A crone is defined as a ugly woman. It makes me wonder if this poem is about the perception of women in power and how they will be judged either way.

    3. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.” Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

      The reinstating of the boundaries done by the pines across the wall feel like growing pains. Where one has reached out for connection and is shot down and the boundaries are reiterated.

    4. Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

      This felt like a punked moment. We went along with the narrator to sight out which road to take and it comes to be that they are both just as exhausting as the other.

    1. Life all around me here in the village: Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth, Courage, constancy, heroism, failure– All in the loom, and oh what patterns!

      Patterns around life and being connected to nature reminds me of seasons passing

    2. What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you– It takes life to love Life.

      Putting this into my perspective there are many older adults in my life who say we are foolishly discontent and have drooping hopes about the future. I believe they are different from this section. I interpreted this as: Life is full of pain and we can be discontent but do not think that it will feel this way forever, with time we may learn to love the complexities of being alive

    3. WHEN I died, the circulating library Which I built up for Spoon River, And managed for the good of inquiring minds

      Reminds me of the classic "Will I be remembered for all of time? Will I leave behind legacy?"

    1. ohn laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.

      This doesn't seem to be a red flag, I think many of us adore that our partners can see things we don't notice we do ourselves. However with the context of the way she talks about John later in the story makes me curious about his intentions with this vacation home.

    2. I lie down ever so much now. John says it is good for me, and to sleep all I can. Indeed he started the habit by making me lie down for an hour after each meal. It is a very bad habit I am convinced, for you see I don’t sleep. And that cultivates deceit, for I don’t tell them I’m awake—O no! The fact is I am getting a little afraid of John.

      Do we as the audience trust our narrator? She seems to view John with such high regard but also seems to be afraid of him

    3. I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. “I’ve got out at last,” said I, “in spite of you and Jane. And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!”

      A sense of grand conclusion, like she is confronting the person with the discovery that she knows what he's been hiding

  4. Aug 2023
    1. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys’ and girls’ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards—ten cents a package—and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card,—refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

      Similar to Henry Adams, it seems Du Bois may also be alluding to his sense of self and who he is in this world. Du Bois see's himself through others eyes and Henry Adams is grappling with legacy. Who am I?

    2. The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.

      Similar to Henry Adams, Du Bois is living through a confusing time in history, instead of slowly changing there feels to be a sense of stagnancy. African Americans are free people but still dealing with the extreme racism in the country.

    1. The Woman had once been supreme; in France she still seemed potent, not merely as a sentiment, but as a force. Why was she unknown in America? For evidently America was ashamed of her, and she was ashamed of herself, otherwise they would not have strewn fig-leaves so profusely all over her.

      I wonder if the author is trying to understand the relationship of power across different parts of the world

    2. revolution of 1900 was that of 310, when Constantine set up the Cross.

      The connection between the development of Christianity and the development of power is interesting, however I do feel like understanding some of the bible would add a sense of understanding to the publics reaction to Jesus and christianity

    3. Satisfied that the sequence of men led to nothing and that the sequence of their society could lead no further, while the mere sequence of time was artificial, and the sequence of thought was chaos, he turned at last to the sequence of force;

      Sequence Sequence Sequence. Heavy emphasis on maybe the mathematical force in between the lines of history.

    4. No more relation could he discover between the steam and the electric current than between the Cross and the cathedral.

      His mentioning of religion and man both being a powerful force is interesting. I wonder if he is saying that the cross with the power of the cathedral is similar or if they are not at all the same.

    5. Langley came by, and showed it to him. At Langley’s behest, the Exhibition dropped its superfluous rags and stripped itself to the skin, for Langley knew what to study, and why, and how; while Adams might as well have stood outside in the night, staring at the Milky Way

      Being thrown into a scene leaves me with a lot of questions. what is "it"? What are we studying? Is Adams younger or just more unaware of what he was witnessing?