Unadmitting a deeper terror. . . . The strong men keep a-comin’ on Gittin’ stronger. . . .
This resonates well with the discussion in class about the development of blackness despite whiteness being an oppressive force against it.
Unadmitting a deeper terror. . . . The strong men keep a-comin’ on Gittin’ stronger. . . .
This resonates well with the discussion in class about the development of blackness despite whiteness being an oppressive force against it.
somekindaway
This "somekindaway" is the inexplicable development of the Negro artist's art that presents both individual blackness and a high form of art that surpasses the idealization of "goodness" or "whiteness"
Whah you belong, Git way inside us, Keep us strong
This line connects with the thought in Hughes' poem when about the Negro artist recognizing the potential in their roots and community. It also serves as an antithesis of the scenario Hughes presents with the socialite who prefers to hear Andalusian music over that of a black artist.
But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
These lines allude to the status of black people in society as the New Negro Movement invigorates young black folks and harbors a mindset that is focused on the self and disregards the opinions of others
Without going outside his race, and even among the better classes with their “white” culture and conscious American manners, but still Negro enough to be different, there is sufficient matter to furnish a black artist with a lifetime of creative work. And when he chooses to touch on the relations between Negroes and whites in this country, with their innumerable overtones and undertones surely, and especially for literature and the drama, there is an inexhaustible supply of themes at hand.
This reminds me of entertainer Issa Rae who's show I watch really explores such an in depth and variety of situations of race and society.
One sees immediately how difficult it would be for an artist born in such a home to interest himself in interpreting the beauty of his own people.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2008/05/-this-is-how-we-lost-to-the-white-man/306774/
His family is of what I suppose one would call the Negro middle class: people who are by no means rich yet never uncomfortable nor hungry–smug, contented, respectable folk, members of the Baptist church.
This sentence is heavy in belittlement from the emotionally charged narrator. Using words like "suppose", "smug", and "contented" make the narrator's attempt a rhetoric very plain.
I had not thought death had undone so many.
This seems to tie back to the beginning of this piece when the speaker was lamenting the death of winter by spring. The concept of death, which is typically seen as an ultimate end, is instead shown as a point of birth by the speaker by identifying that living begets death and vice versa, perpetuating a cycle of death, I mean birth, I mean both. It's simultaneously common-sense and unfamilar.
Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du?
Its funny that I should annotate this after my previous one about defamiliarization. I don't speak or know German but I was still able to recognize the poem due to the ending of the lines. So even though I don't know what is being said, I still know what it is. weird.
for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
This resonates strongly with the idea of defamiliarization that we discussed last class. This line identifies this concept of breaking down things, like the "Sacred Emily" poem that morphs language into instances we think we understand or the Nude Descending a Staircase painting.
Curls to butter
This line firmly puts into my head the image of steamy cinnabon cinnamon buns glazed in glaze.
writing
The progression language and the tying of words together through their shared sounds is something that truly characterizes this poem. In this play of language, it seems to bridge the deconstruction and reformation of language into something simultaneously familiar and bizarre.
Pale.
And at this point I read the word aloud but it doesn't have a meaning anymore. It's just a sound, an utterance that only makes me wonder at its etymology and how something so odd could come to be.
Furious slippers.
This line gives me the impression of someone scuttling about their house with slippers on. I just imagine the bare ankles scratching the slippers along the hard floor and the sound filling a quiet hallway.
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
This stanza is a interesting because the line breaks separate positive and negative concepts. Forgiveness/Revelry; Sweetness/Coldness. Its as if to say, I'm sorry but I'm not truly.
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
This poem, although seemingly lighthearted, may not be as quaint as a first read may make some think. Given the time of the depression, the scarcity of food, property and security could give this poem a deeper feeling of scheming and distrust.
The pure products of America
This seems to be a response to the impact of prohibition on American society like the underground creation and distribution of alcohol and culture of bootlegging.
But by this familiarity they grew used to him, and so, at last, took him for their friend and adviser.
This seems to be an analogy to the acceptance of societal expectations by poor folk who become accustomed and at disposal to them. The relationship is toxic but isn't seen that way because the person of authority, the physician, is seen as trying to support the poor, although he is just putting them down.
Is food for thought, but not despair:
This line seems to confirm my appraisal of the poem's intent as being a way of merely viewing sexuality and its progression in life. The speakers thoughts are to only view sex, as if an objective researcher, through the metaphor of these flowers and their handling. But since these flowers are perennial, it supports that thought that the speaker sees sexuality as ongoing, ever changing, but yet the same.
the dark delphinium Unthorned into the tending hand Releases. . . yet that hour will come. . .
These lines give a sexual allusion to the poem and guide the reader into thinking of the careful handling of flowers, a usual metaphor for vaginas. In this train of thought, the poem then warns of flowers the may initially prick but in time will become "unthorned". I wouldn't argue that this poem is about sexual aggression or consent as is the trend now, but views sexuality through this metaphor from an almost objective standpoint.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
In this final line, the speaker reaffirms the intangible sentimentality that they have for love despite having just talked it down the entire poem. This line responds to a hypothetical situation in which the speaker may sell "your" love of this night for food. Since they won't, they make it clear that love may not be all. but they cherish it nonetheless.
The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
This poem seems to explore those moments when people consider their mortality. Stopping in the woods in this sense is a great metaphor of what death is, dark and deep, and a place that the speaker knows he will come to sleep in. With this in mind, the scene of stopping in the woods takes on greater meaning for the reader.
What but design of darkness to appall?– If design govern in a thing so small.
In the speaker's analysis of the scene in the first stanza, their mind's correlation of the color white that groups all the players in the scene together is under scrutiny. Is this correlation only something his mind devises, or does the world have a certain "way" or path it follows? Does the scene he sees have any meaning at all?
What worked for them might work for you.
When looking at those who have inspired, triumphed, or made an impact in life, there is a way to learn from them and apply that learning to an individual's life. What does the speaker want them to seek in looking at how others lived their lives? Longevity.
The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure, said aloud, For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:
With the understanding that the people of the town are dead, this is a comical insertion within the poem that makes light of the subject at hand. This aids the speaker who finds ease in the commonness of death within life.
Old Eben Flood
Is this a play on the term "ebb and flow"? If so there is a deeper meaning here than simply understanding a flood has happened. This name then makes commentary on the commonness of life and death by linking a disaster with a pun that plays on a common expression.
the poet says
It seems that the title "poet" in Robinson's poems holds a deeper meaning. There seems to be a dynamic between a lowly existence and an esteemed reverence for this title.
And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!”
The narrator here exposes that the story is a story of self-control and identity. Through the guise of a ghost story, the narrator realizes and explains that she was haunted by her own mind, hidden away by the insistence of her husband.
I must not let her find me writing.
It is interesting here to note that the narrator feels that she cannot even confide in another member of her own sex as well. Until this point, she was only opposed by male presences in her life. Could the sister represent the oppression of societal norms or the oppression transferred by male authority such as the narrator's husband? Perhaps both.
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Here marks the end in the train of thought by the narrator as she interjects herself with the voice and advice of her husband. This M dash, although not necessarily dialogue, gives an insight into the mind of the narrator and the abrupt opposition she is met with.
I did write for a while in spite of them; but it DOES exhaust me a good deal—having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.
In this sentence, the word "it" can be read as an ambiguous term. Could it be the act of writing, which would mean her husband and are right? Or the act of hiding it, which means that her husband is working to her detriment? In this sense, the narrator is offering a glimpse into the heart of an unspoken problem, possibly greater than mere medical opinion.
by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my head,—some way. With other black boys the strife was not so fiercely sunny: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or into silent hatred of the pale world about them and mocking distrust of everything white; or wasted itself in a bitter cry,
This a theme common among other minority communities throughout the last century when experiencing the stark differences between privileged and and unprivileged society. Moreover in this country, the difference is established by skin color. Considering how to fit into this society through societal achievements, or disregarding it with hate and distrust, is a struggle of identity within the American mindset en masse even for those of the privileged class.
Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail, And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;
Following the title of this chapter, this poem induces the thought that whatever these strivings may be, they are eternal, unattainable. In reference to the sea, the speaker loses track if the cries are their own or the sea's. Does this imply such strivings, although our own, are beyond reach because they are beyond the individual?
He required no incense; he was no egoist; his simplicity of thought was excessive; he could not imitate, or give any form but his own to the creations of his hand. No one felt more strongly than he the strength of other men, but the idea that they could affect him never stirred an image in his mind.
In revering St. Gaudens' art, Adams finds a kind of greatness different than which he was previously contemplating. St. Gaudens affects Adams with his boundless simplicity which is more extensive than the thoughts and objectives of other men while still being intelligible to Adams.
occult mechanism.
This expression continues the dialogue within the narration of the text that distances Adams from the myriad of inventions surrounding him. Moreover, this expression relates to the reader how unfamiliar Adams, as well as the world to an extent, is with the newness of apparatuses around him. Not knowing how things work or how they came to be, concepts of faith, trust, and the occult are what supply people's belief in these dynamos.
which was almost exactly Adams’s own age.
This line, which makes a comment on Adam's age being the same as the locomotive steam-engine, highlights a deeper meaning within this paragraph. Adams is surrounded by novelty and invention while in this place but does not understand its force, function, or application. In a way then, Adams is a representation of the previous century.
He was a good fighter, whole-souled and stubborn, and he would have been content to continue feeding the machine for years; but he was bleeding to death, and not years but weeks would determine the fight.
This portion of the text somewhat ascertains the effect Martin's transition into a cultured and middle class mindset has been having on his personality. No longer the wayward, burly sailor, Martin must keep in mind his goals for the future and devote himself to his work. It is somewhat an irony to see Martin turn himself into a work beast to try and rise to the higher class, and the amount of devotion he exhibits in doing so is him acting out the struggle of working class versus middle class life. Martin Eden can but mustn't continue the fight he's challenged himself with and must aim to be rid of it as soon as possible.
Not even Ruth had faith. She had wanted him to devote himself to study
Ruth serves a multitude of purpose in the novel: a teacher, a friend, an idealized projection, a reflection of the middle class, and a love interest. Most importantly though she is the cultured bridge between Martin and the middle class mindset that Martin envies and idealizes. In this quote is shown that even Ruth has an idealized vision of what it means to be accomplished and learned and this in turn impacts Martin's ambitions. She is aware of Martin's intentions to write but she does not reinforce these goals, yet she wants him to continue studying these subjects that aid and fuel his desire to create. Even in Ruth's collegiate mind, this enrichment of culture is ideally seen as a means to an end instead of an ends to a mean.
No light, no life, no color, was shot through it.
“Its work is done,”