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  1. Dec 2022
    1. who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

      I wonder if Ginsberg is commenting on the amount of people incarcerated just for possession of marijuana?

    2. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

      this poem is dedicated for all of those that break through the oppressive nature of conformity in society. He welcomes anybody that stands outside of the normal, and protests against it, saying that these are the "best minds of our generation"

    3. who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,

      Ginsberg creates specific scenes that are full of incredible imagery, that seems to be in reference to specific crucial events, letting us into the world that he sees

  2. Nov 2022
    1. She jes’ gits hold of us dataway.

      Even through hardship and disconnection, Ma Rainey was a staple in the rich and beautiful black culture that blossoms in music.

    2. Whah you belong, Git way inside us, Keep us strong. . . .

      Besides just bringing the community together, Ma Rainey also seems to stand for hope. I can imagine these songs are repeated like prayers and sung back to encourage one another not to give up.

    3. When Ma Rainey Comes to town, Folks from anyplace Miles aroun’, From Cape Girardeau, Poplar Bluff, Flocks in to hear Ma do her stuff;

      Ma Rainey seems to represent such a strong community. Once connected through passion and love, all reminded by her songs.

    1. He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.

      I love the use of rhythm this piece has, and how it the poem ebbs and flows as you read it. I think the musical element and passion is really highlighted in this line, and I think we can all relate to being "a fool" to music and worshiping it beyond reason.

    2. I, too, sing America.

      If I am correct, I remember that Hughes possibly wrote this in response to Walt Whitman's, *I Hear America Singing. * The first and last lines of Huges piece are so powerful and in stark contrast to the tone of Whitman's poem and provide an insight into what was really going on in America. Pieces similar to Whitman's poem overlooked who truly built America, which was the hands of black slaves and unethical labor.

    3. Or does it explode?

      There is incredible imagery within this poem, all about losing dreams. There seems to be a build up throughout the piece and then an explosion at the end. The final line, "Or does it explode," seems to be a call to action to the reader. Since the poem is titled "Harlem," I am wondering if Hughes is trying to inspire the growth and development of that neighborhood and give the people that live there hope to not give up want, they desire in life.

    1. “That corpse you planted last year in your garden, “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men, “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nH7bjV0Q_44 Work Song by Hozier

      I think this song relates to these lines of the poem, specifically the lyrics:

      "When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her"

      Both have themes of resurrection, and how even a grave won't stop you from coming back to do what needs to be done.

      The poem and the song express similar themes of resurrection, both having a corpse buried that no matter what will come back to find their love or companion. In Hozier’s lyrics, he expresses that even a grave could not separate him and his love, that he will somehow find his way back home to her. In the poem, it seems as that a dog was buried in the garden. They warn not to go near his grave, since the dog will sense that its companion is near and come back to the surface. An eerie contrast to Hozier's themes of love, which overall fits with the mood of the wasteland.

      This also just made me realize how this section of the poem both starts and ends with things coming out of the dead land.

    2. I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImKY6TZEyrI Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

      I think this song fits these lines of the poem, and specifically relates to these lyrics from the song:

      "I look to you when I see nothing / I look to you to see the truth / You live your life, you go in shadows / You'll come apart and you'll go black / Some kind of night into your darkness / Colors your eyes with what's not there / Fade into you"

      Seeing something, like the Wasteland for what it used to be, but knowing what you loved about it is no longer there.

      I think “fade into you” in the song is about watching love dimmer and burn out, while also losing yourself in trying to love someone, and fading into them quite literally. In this poem, the hyacinth couple looks into each other and sees the past only, they don’t know each other as living in this dystopia. The last line, “Looking into the heart of light, the silence,” when they look at each other they know the reason they were together is gone, just as Hope Sandoval (Mazzy Star) illustrates in her song. With the hyacinth couple, there is nothing left there in love for one another, and I think Mazzy Star knows that her relationship is leading to that point and is heartbroken about it.

    3. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PC68rEfF-o

      The lines I believe to specifically relate to this song include:

      “I lost myself on a cool damp night / I gave myself in that misty light (spring rain) / was hypnotized by a strange delight / under a lilac tree / I made wine from the lilac tree / Put my heart in its recipe / makes me see what I want to see / and be what I want to be / when I think more than I want to think / I do things I never should do / I drink much more than I ought to drink / because it brings me back you (mixing memory with desire)”

      I think this song highlights the pain of this poem, and shows how misty light can fog what you see and make everything soft and malleable to what you want to perceive. I think although this is a song about missing a person, it can relate to how to poem is missing a world. A world that is no longer romantic, where memory and desire bring about pain like the memory of a lover lost to time.

    1. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too.

      I love how human this line feels. We are all so beautifully flawed, each in our own way, to which we can create powerful poetry. Hughes utilizes this to emphasize that people of color should not have to prove their humanity, that they are beautiful and flawed.

    2. The old subconscious “white is best” runs through her mind.

      This essay highlights in many ways how internalized racism, that is often so buried and beaten down, can make it seem that the "white way" is perceived as being the "best" or the only way to do things. Even when faced with the creation of your own work, it can be automatic to dismiss it if it doesn't align with European standards. Hughes focuses on this throughout the entirety of his essay, and shows how deep this generational trauma can run, and all the aspects of life internalized racism affects.

    3. “I want to be a poet–not a Neg

      This line immediately reminded me of W.E.B. Du Bois, "Of Our Spiritual Strivings." In both pieces, the speakers are trying to explain how they don't want to only identify as their race; escape the white gaze and just exist as their own.

  3. Oct 2022
    1. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

      This line reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Alex Dimitrov, "The Years." Specifically, the line, "Behind the glass and inside, all your friends buzzed. You could feel the shape of their voices. You could tell from their eyes they were in some other place. 1999 or 2008 or last June." I think both authors encapsule the feeling of being surround by countless people, and how that is one of the loneliest feelings one experiences. Where everyone around you is fixated on what they need to do, where they are going, and forgetting that everyone around them is doing the exact same thing. I think it completely creates a dystopian, wasteland feeling, since you are surrounded by zombie, ghostlike presences.

    1. Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

      A shadow also reminds me of a zombie, something that is always tracing behind you. It resembles your silhouette and something living yet is only a gap of light.

    2. And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

      This line reminds me of a zombie, a dead tree is no longer living yet its corpse stays upright, haunting the ground it rests upon. It will only change if someone removes it, so it a way it is undead.

    3. With a wicked pack of cards.

      I think Madame Sosostris wicked pack of cards are some sort of tarot cards or angel cards, and could be a variation of the Rider-Waite tarot deck.

    4. Your shadow at morning striding behind you

      This image reminded me of this line, how your shadow will always trace behind you, whether in companionship or guilt.

    5. With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

      This line reminded me of a scene in the 2005 movie adaptation of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. In this scene Elizabeth runs to a colonnade, to seek protection from the rain and Mr. Darcy.

    1. Lizzie do you mind. Ethel. Ethel. Ethel.

      When words are repeated like this throughout the poem it feels as though she has so much she wants to say yet isn't allowed to vocalize any of it.

    2. How do you do I forgive you everything and there is nothing to forgive.

      This poem, as others have commented, feels like a stream of consciousnesses recorded. There are some lines, such as this one that are really stark and stand out to me. There is pain behind the words and internal struggle of justifying how she feels. It completely makes me picture her sitting in a chair with a deadpan expression, working this all out on her own.

    3. I will give them to you tonight.

      Throughout the entirety of the poem, and especially in this line, I feel like there is a lot of feminine experience shown, the struggle between wanting to adhere to your own will, while also having to conform to the patriarchal society.

    1. that she’ll be rescued by an agent—

      It seemed like Elsie might have been sold or taken or offered into prostitution/workhouse at an incredibly young age in order to make some money for herself or her family.

    2. some doctor’s family, some Elsie—

      the way Elsie is described is like she isn't even given an identity. She represents numerous young girls in her situation, and her "situation" and methods of getting out of it are the only identity she is allowed to have.

    3. addressed to cheap jewelry and rich young men with fine eyes

      It seems Elsie, even at 15 years old, is already forced to get out of the life she was given in the working class. She wears cheap, flashy jewelry only to attract wealthy young men, instead of being a child.

  4. Sep 2022
    1. In that the foul supplants the fair,

      this line reminds me of Macbeth, "Fair is foul and fouls is fair," (Act 1, Scene 1, Lines 12-13). I think in this poem it is commenting on the bittersweetness of the poisonous plant. It is so beautiful yet dangerous, and also the speaker's seeming bittersweetness with death.

    2. I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

      I thought this poem was going to be completely against love, but I am happy that the speaker acknowledges that no matter what we are all human and we yearn for it- even over meeting our survival needs. How often we wish to "trade a memory," especially when it is a painful, or even worse, a happy memory with someone who is no longer around.

    1. Better to go down dignified With boughten friendship at your side Than none at all. Provide, provide!

      This reminds me again of the work seen earlier in class, where the speakers put lots of pressure on themselves to have something to look back onto after death. That if you don't do something great in your life, you will always be haunted by the chance or 'what if.'

    2. 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.

      It almost feels like the speaker has come to these woods before and knows that somebody now occupies it. That he knows the woods enough to know where to not be seen. Having something you know being occupied by someone else, and the use of the word 'village' reminds me greatly of the other works we have read.

    3. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

      This line reminds me a lot of Robinson's work, and how haunted he was. It seems Frost will always be haunted by the choices he made, especially when deciding which road to take. Even though this choice was a long time ago, the haunt of it will never go away.

    1. Where strangers would have shut the many doors That many friends had opened long ago.

      It seems like Mr. Flood is alone and has nobody left. The town isn't the same as it once was, and it has created a world that is unrecognizable to him. He is only haunted by the ghosts of what used to be.

    2. Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

      Even though the poet and the King are so separated, they still feel the same sadness that resides in all of us humans?

    3. The strings that stretch from heaven, till too soon The change came, and the music passed away.

      It seems like the speaker is missing the life and spirit the used to reside in this village before the change, a loss of community.

    1. For I could never make you see That no one knows what is good Who knows not what is evil; And no one knows what is true Who knows not what is false.

      Since it seems like the speaker is a ghost or not a part of this world anymore, it feels like they are commenting on the fact that in death nothing is one way or the other. It feels existentialist. The morals that guided our lives no longer have meaning in death.

    2. Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens–

      I feel like the poet might be trying to highlight as he does throughout the poem, how nature is poetry and vice versa. The "breeze" awakens the poetry inside him.

    3. And what is love but a rose that fades?

      such a beautiful line, and I have to have heard this before somewhere. Love is beautiful and delicate like roses, but like everything fades with time unless cared for.

    1. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn’t match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other.

      I think he is keeping her in this room to make her go even crazier and continue a cycle of abuse and control. The fact that the room is a nursey, making her feel weak and unintelligent, and that it has an iron gate and bars on the windows.

    2. I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more.

      Acknowledging that this could be an unreliable narrator, yet I have a feeling this condition started much less severe, and all the "medication" she is being given is merely used just to control her. However, which the use of this medication and the narrator feeling such a lack of control in her life- I feel like her "madness" has just been a reaction of her circumstances.

    3. John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.

      This text is so emotionally frustrating to read because it is so heavy in gender roles and the patriarchy, while also being extremely manipulative. Telling her to not think about her condition is an attempt to limit her freedom and choices.

    4. If a physician of high standing, and one’s own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do?

      I completely agree with what @jennamichaella said, it was my first thought as soon as I read the line. Women were (and sometimes still at present day) declared "crazy" for simply having human emotion. Or it could be the complete opposite, where nobody, not even a doctor, takes your feelings seriously and writes it off as being "feminine emotion" or something similar.

    1. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the occasion may require

      Even in instances of "care" and "compassion," the author is still only given the identify of being the "problem."

    2. This waste of double aims, this seeking to satisfy two unreconciled ideals, has wrought sad havoc with the courage and faith and deeds of ten thousand thousand people,—has sent them often wooing false gods and invoking false means of salvation, and at times has even seemed about to make them ashamed of themselves.

      There are a lot of recurring uses of the word "double" which is really highlighting the author's struggle of being constantly in battle with himself, and society's cruel perception of himself.

    3. being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe. It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing,

      the trauma and the suffering this individual has gone through is heartbreaking, especially when he can track it back to a certain day in childhood, "when the shadow swept across me."

  5. Aug 2022
    1. She was goddess because of her force; she was the animated dynamo; she was reproduction–the greatest and most mysterious of all energies; all she needed was to be fecund.

      This reminds me of the Paleolithic Era, where women were worshiped and seen as equals. Women were looked at as powerful by being able to reproduce, and therefore were leaders of their communities. When Adams remarks about reproduction being "the greatest and most mysterious of all energies," it further reinstates the correlation between science and religion in this text. Reproduction is a scientific process that humans perform, however the act of creating life is also arguably divine capability.

    2. occult, supersensual, irrational; they were a revelation of mysterious energy like that of the Cross; they were what, in terms of mediæval science, were called immediate modes of the divine substance.

      I think this line comments on how tangled the relationship between science and religion is, as does the text before it. For centuries, science could only go so far before religion had to become a part of the narrative. Much of science was religion, especially in "terms of medieval science."

    3. Where he saw sequence, other men saw something quite different, and no one saw the same unit of measure.

      Comments on how different people interpret things in contrast with each other. Each person "measures" their thinking differently but one isn't necessarily better than the other. Could also relate to the frustration Adams might feel that there are so many clashing ideas, specifically with the dynamo and science.

    1. From “Bow Down” come “Rise Up,”

      This line highlights the themes of rebellion and strength among these workers who now inspire much bravery and power. It also describes the transformation to a lion, a lion who rises up against the oppressor.

    2. They Lion, from my children inherit, From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,

      This line seems to emphasize how the working class gets trapped and loses the ability to break free due to systemic enforcement and oppression. Yet through these generations, they have taken plain oak and made a wall, a wall united together in strength.

    3. From my five arms and all my hands,

      The entirety of the poem, and this line specifically seems to highlight to struggles of the working class leading towards rebellion. How more than physically possible is expected, and through that turmoil and physical labor breeds a lion.