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  1. Dec 2019
    1. who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom, who copulated ecstatic and insatiate and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

      Just a wild guess, but I feel like there wasn't much of this kind of writing in the poetry sector before this poem. We haven't read anything with blatant sexual references yet from this period.

    2. a lost batallion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes

      This reminds me of the Portland bar scene circa 5 years years ago. Tons of people talking about the issues of the country, humanity, etc. at length and with no real action plan. People so upset with the state of the nation but getting so caught up in talking about it that nothing gets done. The whole scene is so vivid, I feel like I've seen it a million times.

    3. Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, 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, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

      These lines almost have a what's called in rap "the free-association style", especially "teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light" and "mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance". Words and constructs that don't seem like they would be associated are drawn together to disorient the reader, but also they don't seem terribly out of place. Ginsberg uses alliteration throughout, as well as anaphora with the "who" lead in line, to keep the reader somewhat grounded. Also, the different kinds of light mentioned in the lines leaves a feeling of familiarity for the reader to offset the seemingly wild references.

    1. Be still, be still, my precious child,      I must not give you birth!

      I can understand her hesitancy to have a child. She doesn't want her child to have to go through any of the pain that she has felt in life. I can relate to this and don't plan on having kids at least partially for that reason.

    2. Let’s build bridges here and there Or sometimes, just a spiral stair

      Most of of these couplets have 9 syllables leaving the whole poem with a lyrical quality, the words fall easily in speech. There is a lot of alliteration in this first bar which gives the speaker a kind of guide for how the poem should be read.

    1. Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul Lambent flames; purple passion lurks In your dusk eyes. Red mouth;

      Each line here is made vivid by the color choice, everything is bright even in Inez's dusk eyes. This is an ode for Inez, the lines building towards the ending declaration of "You!" Also, i like the speaker's use of "athwart "instead of the more common "across". All of the word choices seem very lofty or dreamlike.

    2. The panoply of war, the martial tred of men, Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken Of lesser souls, whose eyes have not seen Death, Nor learned to hold their lives but as a breath— But—I must sit and sew.

      It seems like the speaker would rather be at war, like she idealizes or values the soldier's life over her life at home. She is stuck sitting, the feeling is that there bigger forces at play outside of her house and she wishes she was there. It's interesting that Dunbar-Nelson writes "lesser souls" for those that "have not seen Death", which implies that greater souls have seen Death. I wonder if shes implying that the soul becomes larger once it encounters Death.

    1. That’s what they done to this shine, ain’t it? Bottled him. Trick shoes, trick coat, trick cane, trick everything — all glass —

      Like the sand, the Black man was brought to America from Africa. Johnson writes about the "bottling" of the African in America. Things that are in bottles are both stuck and on display, both themes are present throughout this poem.

  2. Nov 2019
    1. He’d be carrying a spear with a sharp fine point Like the bayonets we had ” over there. ”

      It's interesting that Johnson places over there in parenthesis. I've heard "over there" used to describe many wars, but here it's probably related to WW1. A theme of this poem seems to be the difference between "here" and "there", with Johnson referencing the streets of Harlem and the Sahara.

    1. And let us be contained By entities of Self … Not still with lethargy and sloth, But quiet with the pushing of our growth.

      This part seems almost like Bennet is talking about mindfulness or meditation. The stillness here is meant to be one of personal contemplation, not strictly lack of movement. It's like she is saying "we" need to be aware of ourselves by not self-absorbed.

    2. A-shoutin’ in de ole camp-meeting-place, A-strummin’ o’ de ole banjo. Singin’ in de moonlight, Sobbin’ in de dark. Singin’, sobbin’, strummin’ slow … Singin’ slow, sobbin’ low. Strummin’, strummin’, strummin’ slow … Words are bright bugles That make the shining for my song,

      These lines all function more like song verse, which brings the tempo of the poem up through their cadence. I bet when she read this portion of the poem it was sped up. The apostrophes in place of the "g" at the word endings work to move forward the pacing.

    1. You sang: Me an’ muh baby gonna shine, shine Me an’ muh baby gonna shine. The strong men keep a-comin’ on The strong men git stronger. . . .

      Each stanza that starts with "You sang" builds throughout the poem. These stanza's work like a refrain or a chorus, giving the poem a haunting musical quality. They also follow descriptions of the hardships that Black Americans were fighting through. So in that way I feel like the the refrain stanzas are meant to be empowering. An example of this is that "The strong men git stronger" despite the fact that "they tried to guarantee happiness to themselves By shunting dirt and misery to you."

    2. An’ Slim Say, “Peter, I really cain’t tell, The place was Dixie That I took for hell.” Then Peter say, “you must Be crazy, I vow, Where’n hell dja think Hell was, Anyhow? “Git on back to de yearth, Cause I got de fear, You’se a leetle too dumb, Fo’ to stay up here. . .”

      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.

    3. What, from the slums Where they have hemmed you What, from the tiny huts They could not keep from you— What reaches them Making them ill at ease, fearful? Today they shout prohibition at you “Thou shalt not this.” “Thou shalt not that.” “Reserved for whites only” You laugh.

      This stanza makes me think about control systems placed by White Americans on Black Americans. The tone of the stanza is almost "what next?" It seems like after each directive from White America there is another. The feeling here is of being stuck, "hemmed in." People now say "hemmed up" as a kind of slang for being thrown in jail. The speaker is trying to draw awareness that Black Americans are being forced into spaces through commands, and after every command there is another.

    1. Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then he sang some more– “I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And can’t be satisfied– I ain’t happy no mo’ And I wish that I had died.” And far into the night he crooned that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead.

      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.

    2. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.

      In this Douglass painting the over-layed stars reminded me of the stars on the American flag. The city off in the distance seems like it could be representative of the "American Dream", or even the industry of America, with what looks like factories in front of the towers. Below we see African-Americans holding a beaker, a book, and a ruler, with a globe on the stage beside them. Then below the stage are the chained hands of a crowd. These men and women on the stage could easily be saying "I, too, am America." This poem shows that the speaker is no longer content to be consigned to the background, but is confident in their beauty and desires to move forward. The speaker remembers the past, thinks that White America should be ashamed of their prejudice, an asserts that he is just as American as anyone else.

    3. I’ve known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

      Here Hughes uses anaphora twice, with both "I've known rivers" and "My soul has grown deep like the rivers." These lines bookend the more specific rivers mentioned in the central stanza, acting almost like a refrain or a chorus. This painting by Aaron Douglas speaks to the African rivers that Hughes mentions-- there is a river in the center of all of the movement. It acts as a background to the multiple scenes taking place in the foreground layers.

  3. Oct 2019
    1. Unreal City Under the brown fog of a winter noon

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      "Woolworth Building" by John Marin has the feeling of the Unreal City. While not based in London, the painting could still be an example of modernity in the metropolis. There is also brown fog flowing throughout the air around the buildings in the painting. The foreground of the painting seems like a representation industry and the huge tower in the back reminds of the emerald city in the Wizard of Oz.

    2. Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see.

      This reminded me of "The Clerks" by Edwin Arlington Robinson" "Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years"

      The Wheel card is symbolic of the cyclical nature of Time. I also feel like Robinson sees poets and kings as the kind of stock characters/archetypes that most tarot cards are filled with. The structure of both excerpts is also very similar.

    3. A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter,

      (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J52NoUR9SnA&list=PLF7D2307A526BA09A&index=8)

      This song "The Dead Tree Gives No Shelter" is from Blue Sky Black Death's album "A Heap Of Broken Images."

      These guys are a largely sample-based crew from the Pacific Northwest that I liked a lot when I lived in Portland.

      I think sampling really relates to this poem. If you listen to any of the BSBD albums they have an eerie, broken television tone and too much reverb. This song could easily be used as montage music for a dystopian, wasteland movie.

    1. Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?

      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.

    2. Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: One must be so careful these days.

      Maybe this means that he isn't interested in hearing other people's prophecy because he plans to give his own.

    3. Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, The lady of situations. Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find The Hanged Man.

      These all seem to be references to Tarot cards, which Eliot mentions earlier in the stanza. I think the Wheel card indicates change in the world, or turning the of the world. The Hanged Man is symbolic in that humanity has causes it's destruction.

    4. feeding A little life with dried tubers

      Dried tubers are basically dead and wouldn't be able to feed or sustain life. All the nutrients in the earth are gone or dissipating.

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

      Of all the one liners this was the most relatable. It's a greeting with open arms, meeting someone and assuming the best of them.

    1. One by one objects are defined— It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

      Williams use of the dash gives the reader the instruction to stop short while reading. This effects the pacing of the stanza as whole. When reading the next line, the colon functions to speed up the reading.

    2. from Monday to Saturday

      This line implies that on Sunday the "devil-may-care men" and "young slatterns" took a break, presumedly because of Christianity.

    1. The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough

      Couplets like this remind me of bars in a rap verse. The form is: 2 lines that work well alone or together as a whole.

      I bet putting out a poem of this length/structure was subversive

  4. Sep 2019
    1. does the rose regret The day she did her armour on?

      If the rose is a person than her armour is probably meant to be symbolic, it is whatever boundaries that the rose has put up, it is her thorns.

    2. Here lies, and none to mourn him but the sea, That falls incessant on the empty shore, Most various Man, cut down to spring no more;

      The name of the deceased person is not included, this makes me think that "Man" in the poem might refer to humanity as a whole.

    3. Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

      These first lines establish that the speaker believes that love can't solve all the issues that afflict us. If you are thirsty, love can't quench that thirst.

    1. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

      Stuntman Mike quotes this in Deathproof.

      This line resonates with all the unfinished tasks/issues/problems/goals that we might have. Or they relate specifically to the narrator: the woods are representative of some kind of issue Frost has encountered in his life with the solution laying still off in the distance.

    2. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

      It's interesting that first line and last line begin with homonyms. This is a stretch buuuuut: The repetition of the word "and" at the beginning of each middle line functions like the word "too", another homonym, but one that wouldn't have made sense with the cadence of the stanza.

    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!

      Each of these aspects of life that Masters' deems important are made to come together like a tapestry. The word "patterns" here works in two ways: oh look at that pretty pattern, or, pattern as in layout of circumstance.

    1. And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears? Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

      The first two lines and the second two lines have a repetitive structure and cadence. They seem to work around the the two middle lines like a buffer. A clerk's job is fairly repetitive in nature so it feels like the beginning and end are supposed to reinforce that idea.

    1. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.

      John is imposing control over the narrator, taking away her ability to think for herself. As a result she second guesses her every thought. John boxes the narrator in, restricting both physical movement and mental exercise. It seems with each additional restriction John imposes the narrator gets "worse".

    1. Up the new path the advance guard toiled, slowly, heavily, doggedly; only those who have watched and guided the faltering feet, the misty minds, the dull understandings, of the dark pupils of these schools know how faithfully, how piteously, this people strove to learn. It was weary work. The cold statistician wrote down the inches of progress here and there, noted also where here and there a foot had slipped or some one had fallen. To the tired climbers, the horizon was ever dark, the mists were often cold, the Canaan was always dim and far away.

      Here Du Bois uses the metaphor of warriors or soldiers paving the way forward, the struggles that they faced. This shows the reader the depth of the struggle of the then recently emancipated Africa Americans. The style of these lines (and really the entire piece) is poetic and has a story-telling quality.

    2. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

      We were talking about Du Bois and these lines in particular in another class last week and I have been stuck on this idea. The weight of having to carry two forms of self-awareness at all times seems very heavy. This idea of imposed duality continues throughout the excerpt.

    1. . Symbol or energy, the Virgin had acted as the greatest force the Western world ever felt, and had drawn man’s activities to herself more strongly than any other power, natural or supernatural, had ever done; the historian’s business was to follow the track of the energy; to find where it came from and where it went to; its complex source and shifting channels; its values, equivalents, conversions.

      This excerpt is mainly concerned with two symbolic sources of power, the Dynamo (machine/science) and the Virgin (religion/faith).The Virgin here represents the power of Puritan ideals/morals in "the Western world" and Adams is interested in chronicling the movement, or growth, of those ideals into the systems of society in the early 1900s.

    2. Before the end, one began to pray to it; inherited instinct taught the natural expression of man before silent and infinite force. Among the thousand symbols of ultimate energy the dynamo was not so human as some, but it was the most expressive.

      Adams sees science and technology as being replacements for religion and gods. The dynamos (machines) showing such a representation of force that he "began to pray to it". Imagine if he saw the level of tech incorporated into daily life now?

  5. Aug 2019
    1. Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels, The grained arm that pulls the hands

      These lines continue the theme of building, builders, construction, labor. The repetition of the "they Lion" feels like a chant or a chorus, giving the the lines that include "they Lion" a musical, lyrical element.

    2. Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar, Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies

      Here the language applies human emotional attributes to a couple natural chaotic elements. These lines describe a construction site on the side of a volcano. They work to create a dismal setting or tone, which the poem carries through to the end.