American Literature Blog – 6

So this week we looked at both Robert Frost and Robert Lowell, two American poets, and due to this I wanted t answer the first question, “Write a paragraph that says succinctly which of the two Roberts you preferred and for what reasons.”

It took me a while to decide on which of these two poets I actually liked more as I think both of them write some amazing poetry, however, after reading “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” I knew I had to choose Frost. On first read I really enjoyed this piece, but when we deconstructed it in the tutorials it made me appreciate the piece even more. I love how Frost leaves his poems ambiguous to its true meaning, how there can be so many different interpretation’s of one piece of work, how at the same time it can be both a poem of nature and escaping society while at the same time could be read as a dark poem about death or suicide. To me, deconstructing and analysing shows, games, books etc. is something that I find extremely engaging and satisfying, and Frost’s poems seem to lend better to this kind of analytical mind set. I’m usually am not a big fan of poetry, but Robert Frost has definitely changed my opinion of poetry.

American Literature Blog – 5

So I’ve been struggling to keep up with these blogs due to a combination of essays, placement and illness but I’m hoping to catch up asap.

For this entry, I wanted to try answer what I believe this statement from Du Bois means “The problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color-line”.

I believe Du Bois is referring to the racial divide that can still be seen within America even today. During Du Bois’s time, he would have seen the segregation of the black and white community first hand. Unfortunately for Du Bois, he would have not seen an America free from legal segregation as he passed away a year before segregation was outlawed.
While segregation has been abolished and racial relations have improved over time the pain of the past can still be seen in present America with various groups popping up in recent years, from white nationalists to the BLM movement, largely due to the rise of Donald Trump’s Republican party.

I’d like to pop in my own 2 cents at this part to say that any group/person that tries to justify the use of violence as a retaliation to having their feelings hurt by words are wrong. And as long as we continue to demonize and refuse to see those who oppose our political, ideological, and cultural beliefs as people but instead label them as the enemy, no process will be made in defusing the violence. It is only through discussion that we can solve our problems, Violence just breeds violence. If groups have clashing thoughts, talk to them, find out why they believe what they believe and actually listen to what they have to say. Because if we don’t do this, horrible instances like what happened at Charlottesville, Virginia will continue to occur.

American Literature – 4

I’ve decided to have a go at question 1.

“CREATIVE: Imagine you are hitching a ride with Huck and Jim. Write a paragraph describing the setting and the atmosphere of what it is like to be with these two runaways”

I do apologise for the messy writing, it seems like trying to write this entry while on the raft was a poor choice on my behalf but I cant complain about a free ride to Cairo. Lucky for me a young lad named Huck happened to float past me, and when I asked where he and his slave were heading I was stunned for his slave, well, I thought he was the boys slave, turns out he was a run away, told me Cairo, I told them I too wish to travel to Cairo as my ma and pop lived there and it had been a while since I had been home.
It as strange travelling with these two, they treated each other as equals, not may men would treat a negro equally. Me, I don’t really have a problem with em, If they treat me right, ill treat em right. When I was on board he introduced himself as Jim, he and Huck were heading to Cairo so Jim could get to a free state. That’s all the information I could really get outta the two, the boy seemed on edge the closer we got to Cairo but I thought I better not push it, I was getting a free ride after all. Well il write more when we get to Cairo, im to tired to continue writing and the swaying of this raft is making me sick.