(Come in under the shadow of this red rock)
Is the speaker inviting the reader? Is the speaker giving a tour?
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock)
Is the speaker inviting the reader? Is the speaker giving a tour?
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?
He clearly is using a metaphor rather than a literal plant. Or something went over my head.
April is the cruellest month
Only a few weeks away. Let's keep this in mind as COVID-19 sweeps America and Toilet paper.
we degraded prisoners destined to hunger until we eat filt
Not unless there is a revolution.
School Physician first brought their hatred down on him
Since this physician has gone to school for medical, he probably has been schooled in other subjects. Maybe he has class consciousness.
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair,
Historically speaking, the working-class/proletariat are always seen by the bourgeois as dirty and smelly.
It dulls the image. It mixes an abstraction with the concrete. It comes from the writer’s not realizing that the natural object is always the adequate symbol
I agree with this statement. Writers should show the literary works not tell it.
The actual language and phrasing is often as bad as that of our elders without even the excuse that the words are shovelled in to fill a metric pattern or to complete the noise of a rhyme-sound
To me it sounds like he is talking about Beat poetry
Pay no attention to the criticism of men who have never themselves written a notable work
This seems like an appeal to authority. 'Notable' is also very vague. I think Terry Eagleton's 'How To Read Literature', is full of shit. I would not listen to any of his criticisms. But there will be many people ready to stand for him and set me on fire for not taking criticisms from him. Like a reader can't be a critique of literary work unless they themselves are writers?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
It seems that Frost has reached a fork on the road.
And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep
I like this repetition from Frost.
And shook his head, and was again alone
In isolation, it seems that Flood is playing two dimensions of himself; one being that person in his mind and the other being the person that speaks. Flood gets lonely when he is silent, this is because the self that speaks has left while his person that thinks is still present in his head.
Maybe this is the reason why we speak out loud in certain situations. Imagine being lost in a dark cave. Some people might start talking to themselves out loud, not only to comfort themselves but to reason with the person in their head.
Like Roland’s ghost winding a silent horn.
In the poem The Song of Roland, Roland was a hero who died fighting the the Saracens. He had an horn made out of elephant tusk which he blew whenever he needed help in battle.
Blind to all of it all my life long
It seems as if the speaker was living their life unaware of the true life of their village.
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines
I wonder if Lee was referring to Walt Whitman.
He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition,
Interesting how John view faith. It seems like his version of faith has to do with religion.
ancestral halls
"Ancestral walls" reminds me of Bob Kaufman's Ancient Rains. Perkins probably means a home that has been passed down her family generations.
But before that nameless prejudice that leaps beyond all this he stands helpless, dismayed, and well-nigh speechless; before that personal disrespect and mockery, the ridicule and systematic humiliation, the distortion of fact and wanton license of fancy, the cynical ignoring of the better and the boisterous welcoming of the worse, the all-pervading desire to inculcate disdain for everything black, from Toussaint to the devil,—before this there rises a sickening despair that would disarm and discourage any nation save that black host to whom “discouragement” is an unwritten word.
This is a very passionate section. I feel like Du Bois has a strong idea and hatred of both social and systemic racism that plagues Black people.
But alas! while sociologists gleefully count his bastards and his prostitutes,
What does Du Bois mean when he says, "But alas! while the sociologists gleefully count his bastards and prostitutes,"? Who is he referring to?
he turned at last to the sequence of force;
What is the significance of the sequences he brings up? They might have a pattern in which direction humanity came from and where are they headed.
He had studied Karl Marx and his doctrines of history with profound attention, yet he could not apply them at Paris
Well Adams, technically the French Revolution could be seen as a class war between the French proletarians and the bourgeoisie.
Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.
Is Adams trying to say that education creates ignorance from only teaching fact rather than allowing one to grow on what is already known?
From pig balls, From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness
In communist a "pig" is another word for the bourgeoisie, the capitalists who own the means of production.
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies
Drive shafts are automotive components that convert torque from the transmission to the differential. Since Levine mentions gasoline and wooden dollies, I think it is safe to believe he is referring to workers from the automotive industry. This is tied with his first two lines, "Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread," because historically (even to this day), automotive workers get paid poorly which is why they have black bean and wet slate bread. Also, "bearing butter" is literally grease which you would apply inside differential gears.