Ode to the Golden Past

Ode to the golden past

An era still unknown

But yet, it does not last

When the demons are shown

Mostly all obfuscate

Especially to you

Yet unlike those of late

These have 1 horn, not 2

Please be gentle with the critiques, I wrote this over the span of 3 hours.

To be a Rock

In 1966 as part of their Sophomore album, Sounds of Silence the folk rock band released the song I am a Rock. It is, in every sense of the word, human. It is a hauntingly beautiful song about despair, isolation, and the pain we feel from others. If you want the lyrics to the song simply google the phrase “lyrics to I am a Rock”, it’s the first thing to come up. 

When the ones you love hurt you, all you can do is hide away in solitude. When the first lyrics are sung, a sense a somber austerity arises. The first stanza is a description by the narrator of a dark and dreary December morning sequestered in his abode. Here he stairs out his window and sees the fresh snow. Finalized by the repeated mantra throughout the song, “I am a Rock, I am an Island”. These are the most important lines in the song. The narrator is trying to shut himself off from the world around him. All the while rejecting and throwing away what makes him human. He becomes an inhuman, isolated, a rock, an island. 

The theme of self made isolation continues in the second stanza. It it it states 

“I’ve built walls

A fortress deep and mighty

That none may penetrate

I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain

It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain” 

From this we clearly see that the narrator is done with human interaction after being repeatedly burned one too many times. This doubles back to what it said about the innate humanity in this song. This is a feeling or a since many of us have felt betrayed and alone, we can only lock ourselves away from what hurts us. 

The rest of the poem has many more idiosyncrasies with this, but it’s better for you to listen to yourself. But I would like to talk about the final lines of the song. Out of all of them they are perhaps the most somber and beautiful, “a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries”. This last stinger at the end is like a knife in the heart, bringing together all the song stand for, that if your not human, you can’t be hurt. I am a rock, I am an island. 

Rose Colored Past

I remember there being a massive gas meter or electrical box near my house growing up. It was a colossal eyesore, so the company that owned it painted it blue. A nice shade of blue. This is what some of the characters from Toni Morrison’s Beloved do to their pasts. Paint a pretty color on it.

the earliest example of this starts out in the first chapter of the book. Sethe’s mother in law Baby Suggs spends the final 8 years of her life an invalid staring out the window and looking at the pretty colors that the clouds make. We later discover the person she was before this. She was a strong pillar of the community, even so that everyone envied her. A sacred holy preacher, turned into a shell of her former self following the murder of her granddaughter by Sethe. Unable to understand the horror show that was before her, she gave up. Sat on her bed and looked at the pretty colors.

After Sethe killed her 2 year old daughter to keep her from re-entering slavery, she gave her a tombstone. On it bore the word Beloved, not being able to afford the word dearly, painted pink. A light pastel pink, painted the past away. This white washing of the past ties into the main theme of the story. In the book Beloved comes back reincarnated as what she would be if she survived that day. After integrating herself in Sethe’s family she begins to Isolate Sethe and bleed her dry. Here the books theme of one’s inability to come to terms with the past and let it go is tied with color. In Sethe’s lowest point, practically banishing everyone in her life baring Beloved, she spends what little money she has on candy and pretty yellow ribbons. this is the ultimate expression of the previous two points.

The past of the characters is an eye sore. one that instead of coming to terms with it, they paint it a pretty color.

The vexing and perplexing writing style of Exit West.

I remember a week or so ago we were discussing the first chapter of the book. while discussing the chapter one of my fellow classmates said that he was dissapointed on how it wasn’t “Richly written”. I am reminded of this by pages 109 to 111 in the book in witch to entire pages worth of text is comprised of a sentence. A sentence. One. A sentence that should be at absolute most, two lines. The only logical conclusion I can extraplilate from this is that the student in question wished that the book would become more “Richly written” on a monkey’s paw.

Now you may say that their is nothing wrong with sentences of that length. However, for me at least, I have extreme difficulty reading and engaging with a book like that. Not only that, it makes it hard for me to care about the book. This makes it hard for me and a suspect other students to submerge ourselves in this world. The book won’t let its details be fondled.

This alone would make the book frustrating to read, but their is something that makes it worse. Its plot is flimsy at best and mediocer at worst. It just about the typical two love birds setup along with one of the most hamfisted and lazy atemps at magical realism for the refugee crisis. Not only that but their are glimpses of more interesting stories sprinkled throughout the book, from the old man in San Diego to the Women in Australia. Originally this brought me hope that we would revisit them at some point. But alas, that idea would prove too intresting for this book.

Meursault-Senpai is perfect

The main character in the stranger is a poorly written, author insert character meant to be a mouth piece for Camus to preach his world view.

With cards thrown on the table so hard they are embetted into it, I think it’s a good idea to explain myself. In the novel Meursault is the main character and fits the mold of Camus’s philosophy perfectly, acting as a foil to those who do not. Let’s start at the beginning, in the very first few pages of the book Meursault’s mother dies and he is taken to her funeral. Here he shows very little if any remorse and sadness, a fact that the nursing home director brings up during his homicide trial. Here Camus takes a shot at one of his most hated “social constructs” preventing us from being a “radical subject” and making us “act in bad faith”, family. Meursault is the only one to be above this concept of family and is punished by others for it. the directer is not the only character to be used as a puppet for Camus to sh#t on from on top his high horse. Marie represents the construct of love, the magistrate and the concept of faith, the prosecutor the concept of justice, hell even Meursault’s boss offering him a job in Paris is a shot at power and success. This makes the characters no longer characters, their dolls, puppets, straw man, pieces of notebook paper with faces drawn on them, a real character has a purpose that is driven by themselves, by not including this Camus makes this 100% on his philosophy. Unfourtunatly his philosophy has an extremely smug and self satisfide air to those who are “radical subjects” and as such renders the progatinist to a saintifide status. Below is a simple over view of the book and in my humble opinion equally as valid and good as the original.

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Tlic Reproduction makes no Sence

In Bloodchild, the Tlic are stated to need to have humans as birthing vessels for their eggs like Thread waisted wasps, however, if you know a bit about biology then you will know that this makes no sense at all. First things first let’s get the biggest one out of the way, we have more genetic similarity with Bacteria growing on the Marianas trench then we do with any type of alien. You see we and the Bacteria both have DNA and are from earth. The Tlic on the other hand are aliens and originated far from earth. It is incredibly unlikely that out of the 1.3 MILLION recorded species that only homo Erectus actually works with the Tlic. but, okay, suspension of disbelief. If it really is only humans that can work, why raise them with human parents? Imagine this, the Tlic take the humans as a baby and raise them with other babies and tell them that they are the larval forms of the Tlic and need eggs implanted in them to grow up. Or, maybe raise the humans to worship the Tlic as Gods and the eggs are some bizzare communion wafer, better yet just clone humans as brain dead flesh vessels. I’m starting to get the feeling that Butler just wanted to write a story about a pregnant man.