LHSP 125 | Carol Tell | Fall 2011 | MW 2:30-4:00 | Introduction to College Writing
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
On repeat
Monday, November 21, 2011
Objects with Strong Symbolic Undertones
When thinking about what object to write about on my final essay, I started thinking of objects with deeper meanings. How can a can of soup epitomize an artistic movement? How can an apple pie portray the values of a nation? How can a website characterize a generation? In our society, everyday objects gain deeper meaning based on their connotation.
As i thought of these objects, I found a reoccurring theme of celebration. Confetti is thrown on new years, beads are used in Mardi Gras, balloons are the perfect party decoration and great for sending your congratulations and cake is a sweet treat for birthdays and wedding alike. However, out of all of the objects pertaining to celebration, I find fireworks to be the most iconic. Whether it be the Fourth of July, New years, the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games or the Superbowl halftime, fireworks not only captivate but dazzle audiences.
Fireworks, which were invented in 7th century china, come in all types: colorful, loud, big, small, bright, dull, smiley faces and stars . The brilliant colors in fireworks come from the burning metal compounds. vivid strontium forms a vivid red, calcium burns orange, sodium burns yellow, barium burns green, copper burns blue, cesium burns indigo, potassium/rubidium burn violet and iron burns gold. But the mechanics is not what makes them special. It is their symbolic meaning and history that sets them apart from party favors like balloons or cake.
In the novel, Kafka Was the Rage - A Greenwich Village Memoir, books have a strong symbolic undertone (like fireworks on the 4th of July). After World War II there was an obsession with the immersion of literature by the people of Greenwich Village. Books were so revered, "To open a bookshop is one of the persistent romances, like living off the land or sailing around the world." (page 28) When choosing an object for my research paper, it is vital to pick one with the same strength of symbolic undertones. Rubber ducks symbolize childhood and innocence and fireworks symbolize freedom, independence, nationality and pride. By choosing an object with deep societal meaning, I will not only have much more to write about, but it will make my essay more interesting and meaningful.
Kafka Was the Rage- A Greenwhich Village Memoir
Anatole Broyard’s novel Kafka Was the Rage- A Greenwich Village Memoir has a thought-provoking religious undertone. Sex is a central subject in the book, and just as soon as this topic is aroused religion is included. “ I was the only son of a Catholic family from the French Quarter in New Orleans, and no one is so sexually demented as the French bourgeoisie especially when you add a colonial twist” (pg. 9). I’m catholic and I would have thought that Catholics in the 1940’s would be much more firm in their religious convictions than what this statement suggests. This continues throughout the book. In the second part of the book on page 93, the topic of evangelical elements and redemption are considered and the author makes this comment “He was a type that was fairly common at the time but that seems to have gone out of style.” This is noteworthy because it seems that atheism has grown in the recent 10-12 years and that the percentage of atheists in the 1940s would be extremely low, and maybe look down upon. Furthermore author continually shows curiosity in Judaism. I think this book converses about many different universal and timeless topics.
This was just one stimulating statement that I read. “Education was chic and sexy in those days. It was not yet open to the public” (pg. 14). This was just mentioned on one page in the first part of the book but it really stood out to me. Sometimes I feel that education is open to the public but is still separated. Some students are able to receive a wonderful education because of their social status or the regions in which they live in, where as others are stuck in schools that are falling apart and aren’t able to receive the best education possible. I am not talking about college but about K-12, most importantly high school. In my high school I was only able to take 3 AP classes that was all that was offered. We did not have IB or whatever else there is. I know students who go to college with over 25 credits. I would love to have at least 8. My school was not a horrible school; but it did lack in areas because I am from a very small rural town. Subsequently I think that some high school and grade schools are more exclusive and give more opportunities to students based on area and sometimes income therefore it could be parallel to Broyard’s comment.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Hipsterism...what does it mean?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
When Real Life Meets Picture Books
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
A decline in the quality of children's books
Monday, November 7, 2011
Visual Analysis or Summary?
When I first chose my children’s book, I thought it would be impossible to pull enough meaning out of the illustrations to write a whole paper. I flipped through Jamberry, one of my childhood favorites, and saw these simple and childish drawings of a boy and a bear frolicking through a land of berries. I didn’t think there was any way that the illustrator incorporated any hidden messages into his work.
It is extremely interesting to me that while I was looking for these hidden messages, the analysis was really right in front of me. I thought I was just giving a summary of the book, when I was actually analyzing the illustrations. It was hard for me to realize this because as a child I saw Jamberry as a story, but in reality the text does not tell a story at all, and this is where the analysis comes in.
While there are artistic techniques used in the illustrations such as color and physical space, the main focus is on the distance and space between the text and the illustrations. Because I was familiar with this story and as a child had it read to me, I saw the text and illustrations as one. But when I read the text on its own, I began to see that I was actually doing a visual analysis the whole time.
At the beginning I had such difficulty with this assignment because I couldn’t pinpoint many specific artistic components that tell a different message. However, I came to find that you don’t have to be an artist in order to do visual analysis. We visually analyze things everyday and that enhances our experiences. It is fascinating to think that as a child I was able to see the images in Jamberry as the narrative without putting any extra thought into doing so. Because the visual analysis paper is a college writing assignment, just that aspect can overwhelm you and block you from seeing that you actually know what you’re doing. Sometimes when you take a step back and think about what you are writing, your ideas may not be as obvious to others as you think they are, and what you thought was summary isn’t actually summary at all.
A Decline to Children's Books?
In the past two weeks or so in class, we have been talking about children’s books. Specifically, we’ve been analyzing the images and how they work to bring in new insight to the story and how they interact with the text. What we didn’t discuss was the impacts these books have on children. When looking through nytimes.com, I found an article that particularly shocked me. It said that children stories are becoming less and less prevalent in daily lives, as parents and teachers start to push “big- kid” books earlier. In fact, many publishers have reduced the amount of picture books that they publish.
After discussing picture books in class, I think it is absolutely necessary that children read these, even if they are also at a chapter- book level of reading. These books teach children to use their imagination and their creativity, something that is necessary to their development. It can begin a child’s path on developing their critical thinking skills, which are evidently much needed as their grow older and enter higher grades needing higher levels of thinking.
It will be interesting to see the implications of picture books in the future, with everything going on the iPad and less on actual printed works. Will picture books disappear completely? Will they not be used as prevalently in the classrooms? Will bedtime stories become a thing of the past? What do you guys think?
Monday, October 24, 2011
Michigan Wild Things
When I first came to college I could relate to Max. I was in this new environment and everything around me seemed new and foreign. My old dwelling and surroundings turned into this “forest” over night. I had no mom telling me to clean my room, to shower, or to eat healthy. I came to this forest and found myself surrounded by wild things! Scary lecture classes with three hundred plus students, a meal plan i quite didn’t understand, clubs I don’t know how to join because I get bombarded with too many emails, and people who I’ve never met in my life. I was completely torn out of my bubble and thrust into the midst of the wild. The teachers showed me “their terrible roars” with essays and midterms, and these strange peers showed “their terrible claws” and worked harder and played harder than any other kids I know. In the story Max was able to tame these wild things and become the king. It’s hard coming to college and hard to adapt to all these new strange things around us, but, as max teaches us, “if you surrender to the wind, you can ride it.” If we accept that we have to write essays, accept that we are going to have to eventually meet new people, and accept that a class of three hundred is no big deal we can succeed. It took some time to adopt this mentality at first because it seems like you are succumbing to peer-pressure and just trying to conform instead of being unique. In reality you are just accepting the way things are and learning how to survive in this jungle. The best part of this book is that no matter where I am, I know I can always go back home to a loving family like max came back to find his supper waiting for him.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Close Looking at the UMMA
What Is Art?
In my high school English class we did a group project revolving around the question “what is art?” The word “art” seems so commonplace, but try to stick a definition to it—it’s a lot tougher than you might think.
For one part of this project my group members and I walked around downtown interviewing random people and asking for their interpretation of the word “art.” One man claimed that “art is making something out of nothing and making money off of it.” A second man said that “art is drawings and designs.” And a lady claimed that “it’s a form of expression that goes beyond words.”
I found it interesting that when we asked the question, “what is art?” seven out the ten people interviewed implied that art is solely visual, four claimed that art involves a career or income, and four additional interviewees (not included in the ten used for the project) could not even answer the question.
Perhaps we were asking a trick question though. Does art really have a set definition? Depending on the perspective, art can range from literature, to paintings/ drawings, to dance and music, to fashion, to architecture, and so far beyond.
Wikipedia claims that “art is the product or process of deliberately arranging items (often with symbolic significance) in a way that influences and affects one or more of the senses, emotions, and intellect.” While this may be one of the better definitions I’ve come across so far, I still notice a couple of flaws. My first problem with this definition is that many artists do not do things deliberately. Some let the paint drip, some smash and overlap objects randomly until they’re satisfied with the appearance--a lot of times art is accidental, not deliberate. This definition also implies that something considered to be art to one person may not be considered art to another. But does this mean that if one person’s emotions, sense or intellect are not affected by a certain painting he can say that it’s not art, even if someone else thinks it is?
Our visit to the art museum raised this question in me. As we stood in front of the first abstract painting where Mark introduced us to art analysis, I overheard someone say “that’s not art, I could do that.” And I think that fosters an interesting conversation…
Protecting Children
Monday, October 3, 2011
Daydream Believer
For my blog post I would like to address a single sentence from the seven chapters we had to read.
"I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree" (Plath 55).
The moment I read this sentence, my heart surged with the recognition of a kindred soul. I consider myself to be an avid reader, whether it be The Help, Harry Potter, or The Catcher in the Rye, I'll read it all. And I cannot count the number of times I have finished reading a book only to want to spread it open and swan dive into the text. To become best friends with the characters I've fallen in love with and mess around with them throughout their adventures is my goal. What I wouldn't give to explore Redwall Abbey with Matthias, contemplate the American Dream with Nick Carraway, or pal around in Maycomb, Alabama with my two favorite characters of all time, Scout and Jem. Although, these are simply the wishes of an adolescent daydreamer, I shall continue to let my mind wander, for the possibilities of the impossible are endless.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Image of Purity and Whiteness in The Bell Jar
The Bell Jar
Friday, September 30, 2011
David Foster Wallace Commencement Address
David Foster Wallace’s commencement address conveyed a message that seems to be quite simple, but is actually extremely complex. Wallace talks about how to approach daily life, and the different spins each individual can put on every situation.
He discusses a time in his life when was in line at the grocery store after a long day at work, and couldn’t help but be annoyed with every move anyone made around him. He states, “you get told to "Have a nice day" in a voice that is the absolute voice of death. Then you have to take your creepy, flimsy, plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot.” After describing this way of approaching life, Wallace discusses a different outlook: one that forces you to be thankful for what you have and realize that the people around you probably have it much worse. Everyone discusses and pretends to embrace this message countless numbers of times, but in the heat of the moment it is very difficult to actually believe and acknowledge it. Wallace discusses how a liberal arts education is what allows you to have to skills to recognize this message if you want to, and to ignore it if you don’t. This is extremely profound and true, but also hard to recognize in the heat of the moment.
Reading Wallace’s speech made me think about the way I approach my own life, and the way I communicate with the people around me. It is always important to realize that someone else is in a harder situation than your own, and it is never worth it to let the little things in life effect you more than they should.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Art Is My Savior
Poetry Can Save You
Ever since reading “Full of It” that’s the phrase that’s been stuck in my head. Its not that I have never felt that way but I have never seen a phrase I believe in more whole heartedly. After reading “I Thought You Were a Poet” I believe in it even more because while many poets may be psychotic, it’s their art that saves them. I guess I will always be able to identify with poets because I have had my share of “behavioral health” problems, and something about being in a dark place mentally is very poetic. Feeling the highest highs and lowest lows really opens up the world and though it might be painful it’s extremely beautiful.
I have personally never enjoyed the idea of saving someone or being saved. However, the idea of art saving someone is extremely appealing. To throw all your pain and madness into an art form and out of that create something beautiful amazes me. Doing so makes perfect sense because any kind of art is an outlet for feelings that may not be normal or acceptable, but are a part of you all the same. In a sense I suppose madness appeals to me because of the inspiration it can cause, but I only support productive madness, not the kind that leaves you bedridden. Productive crazy people tend to be more interesting than “normal” people and seem to have better taste in books and music. I guess like Kerouac said “the only ones for me are the mad ones.”