Whether we acknowledge it or not, we leave lines on the pages of others, and they, on our pages forever.


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Elilsion.


When Ellison spent 7 years writing this book beginning in a barn, I wonder if he thought his book would be talked about for years to come. His book was a precursor to the Black Nationalism movement, and had taken pride in his work. I found it fascinating to learn that Elliot was an idol for him, this explains his dedication and use of symbolism.


Ellison appeared to write this as a autobiography of the secret sort, much like a fiction based on truth. I was shocked that the stories would engage in a fight and then go on to give a speech, as if it were 'no biggie'. I thought about opportunity and priveledge. We all have some priveledge of some kind no matter what walk of life we come from. Ellison's character could use his invisibility as a asset when necessary.


We all have assets that we choose not to engage in some form. Hopefully, they are not the ability to hide a crime like Ellison's character. I love that Ellison is a jazz lover, and incorporates this into his writing. I admire his courage, creativity, and cunning plot.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I am not sure if animals are people, but people are most definately animals


In the poem by Levine, Animals are passing from our lives, the author is using a metaphor for how people are animals. I could so relate to this having been employed by a large retail company. I was responsible for about 100 employees on the front end of the store, and paid under $10 an hour.

Weekends and evenings with my family were nonexistant, and I felt rather taken advantage of. My husband also worked a job where he was ridiculed, taken advantage of, and treated like a slave. Tape measures, metal, and the like were common weapons thrown at him. When weapons were out of reach supervisors threw words around and I do not know how my husband was able to continue dealing with the drama and buraucracy just to keep our children fed.

No doubt Levine could also relate to the common factory worker, having lived in detroit around the time of motor hey days, and having worked for GM. I find it interesting that the poem's character knows that he is being taken advantage of and sold out, and he seems to be at peace with fact that he is going down, but will not give the people who are selling him out any satisfaction at all.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Feverish Pitch


The Really Skinny textbook debate. I am not certain which three authors I want to include yet. Perhaps Whitman, Robert Frost, and John Updike? I like Whitmans free liberty and Frost's descriptive poetry. I haven't really read anything by Updike yet, but look forward to learning more about him. Thank You in advance for any feedback that you have for me on this.