Flashcards
English 2291 Final
Flashcards do conjunto (154)
- 1ITY - Long Day's Journey into Night1. Technology modernity
2. Immigrant experience
3. Addiction
4. Freudian play - 2ISM - Long Day's Journey into Night1. A play about acting, play about writing
2. "A day in the life"
3. Literary allusion - 3What makes The Waste Land so difficult?1. Different Voices
2. Juxtaposition
3. Allusions - 4Is Death of a Salesman a Tragedy?Feels like it, but if it is then Arthur Miller is asking us to rethink what a tragedy is. Not about the fall of Willy. This is about a lose not about a winner who fails
- 5Who are the post-modernists?"Southern gothic"
"Black Humor" - Flannery O'Connor
"Post-Harlem Renaissance" - Ralph Ellison - 6Complexity of Invisible Man1. Estrangement
2. Allegory - 7Who were a part of the Confessional Poetry timesElizabeth Bishop (The Armadillo)
John Berryman (Dream Songs)
Robert Lowell (Skunk Hour, For the Union Dead) - 8ITY - Cheever, Coover, and Barthelme1. Mid-century mediascape
2. Suburbanization
3. Urban Crisis
4. Postmodern War (lack of distinction between military and civilians, Media saturation, Confusion of the real and the virtual) - 9ISM - Cheever, Coover, and Barthelme1. Multiple Worlds (Swimmer = magical realism, Babysitter = garden of forking paths, Indian Uprising = heterotopia)
2. Remediation
3. Avant-pop
4. Metafiction - 103 Points about the NY School1. Poets among painters
2. Personism
3. Experiments - 11ITY - Morrison's Recitatif and Carver's Cathedral1. Suburbanization to Urban Crisis to Gentrification
2. Mid-century mediascape
3. Drug Culture - 12Realist and Modernist Techniques in Morrison's Recitatif and Carver's Cathedral1. Unreliable Narrator
2. Withholding of information
3. Estrangement - 13Who were Dickinson's Grand-daughters? What were they shaped by?Emily Dickinson, Adrienne Rich, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton.
Shaped by the 2nd wave Feminism - 14What are the problems Spiegelman faced in Maus?1. How to tell the TRUE story of Vladek Spiegelman? (DRAW the story!)
2. How to overcome the kitschification of the holocaust? (Use funny animals from comic strips and cartoons to estrange) - 15Literary Allusioncross-referencing to another text; "clicking on a link"
- 16Tragedya play in which the protagonist, a person of importance and outstanding personal qualities, falls to disaster through the combination of a personal failing and circumstances beyond his control
- 17Trap Storyexamples in Roman Fever, An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge, and Snows of Kilimanjaro
- 18Estrangementmaking everyday experience interesting and visible again, presenting it strangely
- 19AllegoryLiterary device in which literal persons, objects and events are used to symbolize abstract concepts or ideas; extended metaphor
- 20Remediationrepresenting one medium in another medium (channel-surfing)
- 21Metafictionfiction about fiction; fiction that reflects on itself; fiction knowing it's fictional
- 22Proceduralismliterary or artistic practice in which a procedure is determined or invented in advance of composing
- 23ModernISMHOW of modern writing
- 24ModernITYWHAT of modern writing
- 25Experimental WritingConnotation, scientific
- 26Memory playFlashing back to memories and are shown on the stage
- 27VillanelleWay of expressing the in-expressible
- 28Avant Popavant-garde and popular culture
- 29Personismtone about joyful and playful poetry
- 30Cinamen/SwerveA deliberate deviation from the pre-established procedure, in order to keep the work from becoming too mechanical
- 31Gar GirlsGargoyles - grotesque figures on top of cathedrals
- 32Ekphrasisvivid description of a scene or work of art
- 33Minimalist writingbare bones writing
- 343 classical unities in Long Day's Journey into Night1. Unity of action
2. Unity of place
3. Unity of time - 35Genealogy of Modern DramaIbsen, Stindberg to Glaspell to O'Neill, to Miller
- 36“Poets, in our civilization as it exists at present, must be difficult.”T.S. Eliot
- 37April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.The Waste Land: The Burial of the Dead. T.S. Eliot
- 38‘Warren,’ she said, ‘he has come home to die: You needn’t be afraid he’ll leave you this time.’ ‘Home,’ he mocked gently. ‘Yes, what else but home? It all depends on what you mean by home. Of course he’s nothing to us, any more Than was the hound that came a stranger to us. Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail.’The Death of the Hired Man - Robert Frost
- 39“What is that noise?” The wind under the door. “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” Nothing again nothing. “Do You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember “Nothing?”The Waste Land: A Game of Chess. T.S. Eliot
- 40"Those are pearls that were his eyes."The Waste Lane: A Game of Chess. T.S. Eliot
- 41A rat crept softly through the vegetation Dragging its slimy belly on the bank While I was fishing in the dull canal On a winter evening round behind the gashouse. Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck And on the king my father’s death before him.The Waste Land: The Fire Sermon. T.S.Eliot
- 42"Deep in the festering hold thy father lies, of his bones New England pews are made, those are altar lights that were his eyes."Middle Passage. Robert Hayden
- 43"Before us is the Salesman’s house. We are aware of towering, angular shapes behind it, surrounding it on all sides. … An air of the dream clings to the place, a dream rising out of reality. The kitchen at center seems actual enough, for there is a kitchen table with three chairs, and a refrigerator. But no other fixtures are seen. At the back of the kitchen there is a draped entrance, which leads to the living room. To the right of the kitchen, on a level raised two feet, is a bedroom furnished only with a brass bedstead and a straight chair"Death of a Salesman. Arthur Miller
- 44Willy's Inner realities in Death of a Salesman?Arthur Miller. Flashback to the old days, flashback to affair with 'the woman', Flashback to Bernard in old days, fantasy of uncle ben's visit, flashback to Biff's failure
- 45Does Death of a Salesman fulfill the classical unities?it exists between post modernism and modernism and is all over the place, therefore not unities
- 46Why is there stuff about planting seeds in Death of a Salesman?Willy can't ever grow into a successful guy, wants to start over
- 47Why is Willy mean to Biff in Death of a Salesman?trying to compensate messing up his whole life, feels guilty and therefore focuses on Biffm only way to succeed was through Biff and Willy gave up on being happy
- 48Does Biff get a good ending in Death of a Salesman?Kind of, there's hope - he's not going to pretend he's a business guy, he's going to do what makes him happy
- 49"Nobody [dares] blame this man. You don’t understand: Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don’t put a bolt to a nut, he don’t tell you the law or give you medicine. He’s man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back — that’s an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody [dares] blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory."Death of a Salesman. Arthur Miller
- 50Who are the Beat Poets?Allen Ginsburg (Howl), LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka (Black Art), and Gary Snyder (RipRap, Cold Mountain Poems)
- 51"I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery Boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier."A Supermarket in California. Allen Ginsburg
- 52"Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In choice of place, set Before the body of the mind in space and time: Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall riprap of things: Cobble of milky way, straying planets, These poems, people, lost ponies with Dragging saddles— and rocky sure-foot trails. The worlds like an endless four-dimensional Game of Go. ants and pebbles In the thin loam, each rock a word a creek-washed stone Granite: ingrained with torment of fire and weight Crystal and sediment linked hot all change, in thoughts, As well as things."RipRap. Gary Snyder
- 53"The path to Han-shan's place is laughable, A path, but no sign of cart or horse. Converging gorges - hard to trace their twists Jumbled cliffs - unbelievably rugged. A thousand grasses bend with dew, A hill of pines hums in the wind. And now I've lost the shortcut home, Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?"The Cold Mountain Poems. Han-Shan translated by Gary Snyder
- 54"In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place - Bird paths, but no trails for me. What's beyond the yard? White clouds clinging to vague rocks. Now I've lived here - how many years - Again and again, spring and winter pass. Go tell families with silverware and cars "What's the use of all that noise and money?”The Cold Mountain Poems. Han-Shan translated by Gary Snyder
- 55"Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway . . . He did a lazy sway . . . To the tune o' those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues!"The Weary Blues. Langston Hughes
- 56"Poems are bullshit unless they are teeth or trees or lemons piled on a step. Or black ladies dying of men leaving nickel hearts beating them down. Fuck poems and they are useful, wd they shoot come at you, love what you are, breathe like wrestlers, or shudder strangely after pissing. We want live words of the hip world live flesh & coursing blood. Hearts Brains Souls splintering fire. We want poems like fists …… we want "poems that kill.” Assassin poems, Poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys and take their weapons leaving them dead with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland."Black Art. Amiri Baraka
- 57What's purpose of Black Art by Amiri Baraka?Unless a poem can make something tangible, it's not worth reading
- 58Was Black Art by Amiri Baraka a manifesto?To some it was; they want something tangible during this time because it's not strongly grounded
- 59Who wrote Howl? How does this poem sound?Allen Ginsburg - beats were almost one thought, felt all connected, all one sentence, very different from Gary Snyder
- 60"I had never seen so many black people against a background of brick buildings, neon signs, plate glass and roaring traffic -- not even on trips I had made with the debating team to New Orleans, Dallas or Birmingham. They were everywhere. So many, and moving along with so much tension and noise that I wasn't sure whether they were about to celebrate a holiday or join in a street fight. There were even black girls behind the counters of the Five and Ten as I passed. Then at the street intersection I had the shock of seeing a black policeman directing traffic -- and there were white drivers in the traffic who obeyed his signals as though it was the most natural thing in the world."Battle Royal: Invisible Man. Ralph Ellison
- 61"We of the younger generation extol the wisdom of that great leader and educator," I shouted, "who first spoke these flaming words of wisdom: 'A ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel. From the mast of the unfortunate vessel was seen a signal: "Water, water; we die of thirst!" The answer from the friendly vessel came back: "Cast down your bucket where you are." The captain of the distressed vessel, at last heeding the injunction, cast down his bucket, and it came up full of fresh sparkling water from the mouth of the Amazon River."Battle Royal: Invisible Man. Ralph Ellison
- 62"... I visualized myself as a potential Booker T. Washington."Battle Royal: Invisible Man. Ralph Ellison
- 63"I was confused: Should I try to win against the voice out there? Would not this go against my speech, and was not this a moment for humility, for nonresistance?"Battle Royal: Invisible Man. Ralph Ellison
- 64"Mrs. Hopewell liked to tell people that Glynese and Carramae were two of the finest girls she knew and that Mrs. Freeman was a lady and that she was never ashamed to take her anywhere or introduce her to anybody they might meet. Then she would tell how she had happened to hire the Freemans in the first place and how they were a godsend to her and how she had had them four years. The reason for her keeping them so long was that they were not trash. They were good country people."Good Country People. Flannery O'Connor
- 65"She had lain in bed imagining dialogues for them that were insane on the surface but that reached below the depths that no Bible salesman would be aware of …. True genius can get an idea across even to an inferior mind. She imagined that she took his remorse in hand and changed it into a deeper understanding of life. She took all his shame away and turned it into something useful."Good Country People. Flannery O'Connor
- 66“I don’t have illusions. I’m one of those people who see through to nothing.”Good Country People. Flannery O'Connor
- 67What kind of story is Good Country People?A Trap Story
- 68Were names symbolic in Good Country People?Yes! Mrs. Hopewell, Mrs. Freeman, Joy/Hulga, Manley Pointer. Cliche characters
- 69"… One morning last March, I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized fence on the Boston Common. Behind their cage, yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting as they cropped up tons of mush and grass to gouge their underworld garage. Parking spaces luxuriate like civic sandpiles in the heart of Boston."For the Union Dead. Robert Lowell
- 70"The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster."One Art. Elizabeth Bishop
- 71"I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster."One Art. Elizabeth Bishop
- 72What is One Art talking about by Elizabeth Bishop?Talking about her lover who committed suicide, losing the thing you love bost, progressively losing stuff therefore getting used to losing things. She had to force herself to write things!
The dash is there to show hesitation. VILLANELLE poem because shes's showing distancing yourself - 73"There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry’s ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime."Dream Song #29. John Berryman
- 74"And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking."Dream Song #29. John Berryman
- 75"But never did Henry, as he thought he did, end anyone and hacks her body up and hide the pieces, where they may be found. He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody’s missing. Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up. Nobody is ever missing."Dream Song #29. John Berryman
- 76What is the deal with Dream Song #29 by John Berryman?there are 36. Diary of himself, Henry. about pain/guilt so deep it comes out in his dreams. Rhyming!
- 77"Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son's a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village; she's in her dotage. Thirsting for the hierarchic privacy of Queen Victoria's century she buys up all the eyesores facing her shore, and lets them fall."Skunk Hour. Robert Lowell (for Elizabeth Bishop)
- 78"The season's ill-- we've lost our summer millionaire, who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean catalogue. His nine-knot yawl was auctioned off to lobstermen. A red fox stain covers Blue Hill."Skunk Hour. Robert Lowell (for Elizabeth Lowell)
- 79"I stand on top of our back steps and breathe the rich air-- a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail. She jabs her wedge-head in a cup of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail, and will not scare."Skunk Hour. Robert Lowell (for Elizabeth Bishop)
- 80How is Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell written like?It's written as if he's gossiping about locals and then goes into a confession. He's lonely, isolated.
- 81"This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing the mountain height, rising toward a saint still honored in these parts, the paper chambers flush and fill with light that comes and goes, like hearts. "The Armadillo. Elizabeth Bishop (for Robert Lowell)
- 82"Once up against the sky it's hard to tell them from the stars— planets, that is—the tinted ones: Venus going down, or Mars, or the pale green one. With a wind, they flare and falter, wobble and toss; but if it's still they steer between the kite sticks of the Southern Cross, receding, dwindling, solemnly and steadily forsaking us, or, in the downdraft from a peak, suddenly turning dangerous. "The Armadillo. Elizabeth Bishop (for Robert Lowell)
- 83"Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry! O falling fire and piercing cry and panic, and a weak mailed fist clenched ignorant against the sky!"The Armadillo. Elizabeth Bishop (for Robert Lowell)
- 84How was The Armadillo by Elizabeth Bishop written?From living in Brazil. Written like a postcard. Making things float in the air, repeats about beauty. About collective survival.
- 85"Neddy Merrill sat by the green water, one hand in it, one around a glass of gin. He was a slender man—he seemed to have the especial slenderness of youth—and while he was far from young he had slid down his banister that morning and given the bronze backside of Aphrodite on the hall table a smack, as he jogged toward the smell of coffee in his dining room. He might have been compared to a summer's day, particularly the last hours of one, and while he lacked a tennis racket or a sail bag the impression was definitely one of youth, sport, and clement weather."The Swimmer. John Cheever
- 86"He had been swimming and now he was breathing deeply, stertorously as if he could gulp into his lungs the components of that moment, the heat of the sun, the intenseness of his pleasure. It all seemed to flow into his chest. His own house stood in Bullet Park, eight miles to the south, where his four beautiful daughters would have had their lunch and might be playing tennis. Then it occurred to him that by taking a dogleg to the southwest he could reach his home by water."The Swimmer. John Cheever
- 87"All the doors and windows of the [Levys’] big house were open but there were no signs of life; not even a dog barked."The Swimmer. John Cheever
- 88"He was disappointed and mystified. [. . .]The Welchers had definitely gone away. The pool furniture was folded, stacked, and covered with a tarpaulin. The bathhouse was locked. All the windows of the house were shut, and when he went around to the driveway in front he saw a FOR SALE sign nailed to a tree. When had he last heard from the Welchers— when, that is, had he and Lucinda last regretted an invitation to dine with them? It seemed only a week or so ago. Was his memory failing or had he so disciplined it in the repression of unpleasant facts that he had damaged his sense of the truth??The Swimmer. John Cheever
- 89What's going on in The Swimmer?A man goes home by swimming through neighbor's pools. pattern of disappearance. His ideas of the world are. thrown off. MAGICAL REALISM MULTIPLE WORLDS
- 90"Probably some damn kid over there right now. Wrestling around on the couch in front of his TV. Maybe he should drop back to the house. Just to check. None of that stuff, she was there to do a job! Park the car a couple doors down, slip in the front door before she knows it. He sees the disarray of clothing, the young thighs exposed to the flickering television light, hears his baby crying. “Hey, what's going on here! Get outa here, son, before I call the police!” Of course, they haven't really been doing anything. They probably don't even know how. He stares benignly down upon the girl, her skirt rumpled loosely around her thighs. Flushed, frightened, yet excited, she stares back at him. He smiles. His finger touches a knee, approaches the hem. Another couple arrives. Filling up here with people."The Babysitter. Robert Coover
- 91"He loves her. She loves him. They whirl airily, stirring a light breeze, through a magical landscape of rose and emerald and deep blue. Her light brown hair coils and wisps softly in the breeze, and the soft folds of her white gown tug at her body and then float away. He smiles in a pulsing crescendo of sincerity and song."The Babysitter. Robert Coover
- 92What's going on in The Babysitter by Robert Coover?takes place between when he gets there and when he leaves. Ambiguous. GARDEN OF FORKING PATHS MULTIPLE WORLDS.
- 93What are the two questions being asked in The Babysitter? (Robert Coover)Are the actions being described as fantasy or realistic? (going back and forth)
Which narrative pathway is the "right" one? (no answers given) - 94"We defended the city as best we could. The arrows of the Comanches came in clouds. The war clubs of the Comanches clattered on the soft, yellow pavements. There were earthworks along the Boulevard Mark Clark and the hedges had been laced with sparkling wire. People were trying to understand. I spoke to Sylvia. "Do you think this is a good life?" The table held apples, books, long-playing records. She looked up. "No.”"The Indian Uprising. Donald Barthelme
- 95"Patrols of paras and volunteers with armbands guarded the tall, flat buildings. We interrogated the captured Comanche. Two of us forced his head back while another poured water into his nostrils. His body jerked, he choked and wept. Not believing a hurried, careless and exaggerated report of the number of casualties in the outer districts where trees, lamps, swans had been reduced to clear fields of fire we issued entrenching tools to those who seemed trustworthy and turned the heavy-weapons companies so that-we could not be surprised from that direction. And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love. We talked."The Indian Uprising. Donald Barthelme
- 96"Miss R. said, “ as in pewter snake tea fad #6 sherry serviette fenestration crown blue."The Indian Uprising. Donald Barthelme
- 97"two ashtrays, ceramic, one dark brown and one dark brown with an orange blur at the lip; a tin frying pan; two-litre bottles of red wine; three-quarter-litre bottles of Black & White, aquavit, cognac, vodka, gin, Fad #6 sherry; a hollow-core door in birch veneer on black wrought-iron legs; a blanket, red-orange with faint blue stripes; a red pillow and a blue pillow; a woven straw wastebasket; two glass jars for flowers; corkscrews and can openers; two plates and two cups, ceramic, dark brown; a yellow-and-purple poster; a Yugo slavian carved flute, wood, dark brown; and other items."The Indian Uprising. Donald Barthelme
- 98What's going on here with The Indian Uprising by Donald Barthelme?Story of civilization under attack. Urban crisis: barricades, earthquakes. HETEROTOPIA MULTIPLE WORLD
- 99Who were the NY School of Poets?Frank O'Hara
John Ashbery
Ted Berrigan
Bernadette Mayer - 100"I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink" he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. "You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh." I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters, "It was too much," Mike says."Why I Am Not A Painter. Frank O'Hara
- 101What is Why I Am Not A Painter about?relation of a painter to a painting and a poem to its poet. About the painting, "Sardines". Has REMEDIATION: representing a painting in a story
- 102"… I just heard that one of my fellow poets thinks that a poem of mine that can’t be got at one reading is because I was confused too. Now, come on. I don’t believe in god, so I don’t have to make elaborately sounded structures …. I don’t even like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep”…. But how then can you really care if anybody gets it, or gets what it means, or if it improves them. Improves them for what? For death? Why hurry them along? "Personism: A Manifest. Frank O'Hara
- 103"Nobody should experience anything they don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and [Hart] Crane and [William Carlos] Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies. As for measure and other technical apparatus, that’s just common sense: if you’re going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There’s nothing metaphysical about it."Personism: A manifesto. Frank O'Hara
- 104What is going on in Personism: A Manifesto by Frank O'Hara?Not taking himself too seriously, confessional poety attitude. TONE IS JOYFUL AND PLAYFUL POETRY.
- 105"Lunch Poems" - Who wrote these and what were they about?Frank O'Hara. he wrote them when he worked at the museum of art. "I-do-this-I-do-that" poetry.
- 106"It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don’t know the people who will feed me I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets in Ghana are doing these days"The Day Lady Died. Frank O'Hara
- 107"I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard) doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègresof Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine after practically going to sleep with quandariness"The Day Lady Died. Frank O'Hara
- 108"and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing"The Day Lady Died. Frank O'Hara
- 109What is The Day Lady Died about?Billy Holiday! Begins as a lunch poem, about doing errands. No importance, then at the end goes into buying a newspaper article with her face on it and then goes into the death.
- 110"It’s 8:54 in Brooklyn it’s the 28th of July and it’s probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I’m in Brooklyn I’m eating English muffins and drinking pepsi and I’m thinking of how Brooklyn is New York city too how odd I usually think of it as something all its own like Bellows Falls like Little Chute like Uijongbu"Sonnet XXXVI. Ted Berrington
- 111"I never thought on the Williams- burg bridge I’d come so much to Brooklyn just to see lawyers and cops who don’t even carry guns taking my wife away and bringing her back No and I never thought Dick would be back at Gude’s beard shaved off long hair cut and Carol reading his books when we were playing cribbage and watching the sun come up over the Navy Yard across the river"Sonnet XXXVI. Ted Berrington
- 112What's Sonnet XXXVI about? (Ted Berrington)made after Frank O'Hara in his style of I-Do-This-I-Do-That. this is about lunch then goes into something bad at the end. Reading his poems, you can figure out who all the people he mentions are
- 113"Systematically eliminate the use of certain kinds of words or phrases from a piece of writing: eliminate all adjectives from a poem of your own, or take out all words beginning with 's' in Shakespeare's sonnets. …. Get a group of words, either randomly selected or thought up, then form these words (only) into a piece of writing -- whatever the words allow. Let them demand their own form, or, use some words in a predetermined way."Experiments. Bernadette Mayer
- 114What is Experiments?basically a list, she keeps adding more and so do other people - very collaborative
- 115“Write in a strict form, or, transform prose into a poetic form.”Bernadette Mayer
- 116"Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like the Niagara's welling descent. Tractors stood on the green banks of the Loire Near where it joined the Cher. The St. Lawrence prods among black stones And mud. But the Arno is all stones. Wind ruffles the Hudson's Surface. The Irawaddy is overflowing. But the yellowish, gray Tiber Is contained within steep banks. The Isar Flows too fast to swim in, the Jordan's water Courses over the flat land. The Allegheny and its boats Were dark blue. The Moskowa is Gray boats. The Amstel flows slowly."Into the Dusk Charged Air. John Ashbery
- 117"Leaves fall into the Connecticut as it passes Underneath. The Liffey is full of sewage, Like the Seine, but unlike The brownish-yellow Dordogne. Mountains hem in the Colorado And the Oder is very deep, almost As deep as the Congo is wide. The plain banks of the Neva are Gray. The dark Saône flows silently. And the Volga is long and wide As it flows across the brownish land. The Ebro Is blue, and slow. The Shannon flows Swiftly between its banks. The Mississippi Is one of the world's longest rivers, like the Amazon. It has the Missouri for a tributary."Into the Dusk Charged Air. John Ashbery
- 118What's so special about Into the Dusk Charged Air?there's a river in each line!
- 119"You jerk you didn't call me up I haven't seen you in so long You probably have a fucking tan & besides that instead of making love tonight You're drinking your parents to the airport I'm through with you bourgeois boys All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but Nowadays you guys settle for a couch By a soporific color cable t.v. set Instead of any arc of love, no wonder The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time Wake up! It's the middle of the night You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander ________________ To make love, turn to page 121. To die, turn to page 172."Sonnet. Bernadette Mayer
- 120"the town they remembered had changed. Something quick was in the air. Magnificent old houses, so ruined they had become shelter for squatters and rent risks, were bought and renovated. Smart IBM people moved out of their suburbs back into the city and put shutters up and herb gardens in their backyards. A brochure came in the mail announcing the opening of a Food Emporium. Gourmet food it said – and listed items the rich IBM crowd would want. It was located in a new mall at the edge of town …."Recitatif. Toni Morrison
- 121"There were a lot of photographers from Albany. And just when ABC was about to send up a news crew, the kids settled down like nothing in the world had happened."Recitatif. Toni Morrison
- 122ITY in Recitatif1. Photography
2. News Cameras - 123Realist and modernist techniques in Recitatif?1. Unreliable Narrator
2. Withholding information (never know the race)
3. Estrangement (racial estrangement) - 124"Something about the church and the Middle Ages was on the TV. Not your run-of-the-mill TV fare. I wanted to watch something else. I turned to the other channels. But there was nothing on them, either. So I turned back to the first channel…. The TV showed this one cathedral. Then there was a long, slow look at another one. Finally, the picture switched to the famous one in Paris, with its flying buttresses and its spires reaching up to the clouds. The camera pulled away to show the whole of the cathedral rising above the skyline."Cathedral. Raymond Carver
- 125"There were times when the Englishman who was telling the thing would shut up, would simply let the camera move around the cathedrals. Or else the camera would tour the countryside, men in fields walking behind oxen. …. The camera moved to a cathedral outside Lisbon. The differences in the Portuguese cathedral compared with the French and Italian were not that great. But they were there. Mostly the interior stuff."Cathedral. Raymond Carver
- 126"First I drew a box that looked like a house. It could have been the house I lived in. Then I put a roof on it. At either end of the roof, I drew spires. Crazy …. I put in windows with arches. I drew flying buttresses. I hung great doors. I couldn't stop."Cathedral. Raymond Carver
- 127Realist and modernist techniques in Cathedral1. Unreliable Narrator (blind man, dope narrator is our only source)
2. Withholding Information
3. Estrangement (Blind man is watching TV and then has someone describe it) - 128Who was a SUPER feminist out of the Dickinson's Grand-Daughters?Adrienne Rich
- 129"Reading while waiting for the iron to heat, writing, My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— in that Amherst pantry while the jellies boil and scum, or, more often, iron-eyed and beaked and purposed as a bird, dusting everything on the whatnot every day of life."Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law. Adrienne Rich
- 130"My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - And now We roam in Sovereign Woods - And now We hunt the Doe - And every time I speak for Him - The Mountains straight reply –"Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law. Adrienne Rich
- 131What are Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law about?Adrienne Rich wrote about snapshots of her life. Domestic chores in her house. Some about violent moments. Puzzle at the end.
- 132"First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone."Diving into the Wreck. Adrienne Rich
- 133What's so different about Rich's Diving into the Wreck?She changed her style - no literary allusions except for the deep sea diver Cousteau. It's about going deep into the bottom of things and seeing what's there. She is a feminist in her writing.
- 134"I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew."Daddy. Sylvia Plath
- 135"If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through."Daddy. Sylvia Plath
- 136What is Daddy about?About Plath's father who passed away when she was little by diabetes. Jew and Fascist is a metaphor. She has a lot of issues. very casual with Holocaust references.
- 137"I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen."Lady Lazarus. Sylvia Plath
- 138"A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air."Lady Lazarus. Sylvia Plath
- 139"(In Boston the dying ride in cabs, yes death again, that ride home with our boy.) …. And now, Sylvia, you again with death again, that ride home with our boy.)"from Sylvia's Death. Anne Sexton
- 140What's going on in from Sylvia's Death?death is "our boy". Sylvia is one who's done it - she's identifying with Plath. Dialogue with another poet from Dickinson
- 141"… we watch television together. We settle on the Spanish-language news: drama for her, violence for me. Today a child has survived a seven-story fall, busting nothing but his diaper. The hysterical baby-sitter, about three hundred pounds of her, is head-butting the microphone. It's a goddamn miraclevilla, she cries."Drown. Junot Diaz.
- 142"My mother tells me Beto’s home, waits for me to say something, but I keep watching the TV. Only when she’s in bed do I put on my jacket and swing through the neighborhood to see. He’s a pato now but two years ago we were friends and he would walk into the apartment without knocking, his heavy voice rousing my mother from the Spanish of her room and drawing me up from the basement, a voice that crackled and made you think of uncles or grandfathers…"Drown. Junot Diaz
- 143"Dev told her stories about his childhood, when he would come home from school and drink mango juice served to him on a tray, and then play cricket by a lake, dressed all in white. He told her about how, at eighteen, he'd been sent to a college in upstate New York during something called the Emergency, and about how it took him years to be able to follow American accents in movies, in spite of the fact that he'd had an English-medium education."Sexy. Jhumpa Lahiri
- 144"Miranda, then nine years old, had been too frightened to eat the cake. For months afterward she’d been too frightened even to walk on the same side of the street as the Dixits’ house, which she had to pass twice daily, once to get to the bus stop, and once again to come home. For a While she even held her breath until she reached the next lawn, just as she did when the school bus passed a cemetery. It shamed her now. Now, when she and Dev made love, Miranda closed her eyes and saw deserts and elephants, and marble pavilions floating on lakes beneath a full moon."Sexy. Jhumpa Lahiri
- 145What is Maus about? Who is it by?Art Spiegelman! about Jewish Immigration. it's a memoir. graphic narrative.
- 146"Poetry is like a swoon, with this difference: it brings you to your senses."The Klupzy Girl. Charles Bernstein
- 147"We live on the third world from the sun. Number three. Nobody tells us what to do. The people who taught us to count were being very kind. It’s always time to leave. If it rains, you either have your umbrella or you don’t. The wind blows your hat off. The sun rises also. I’d rather the stars didn’t describe us to each other; I’d rather we do it for ourselves. Run in front of your shadow. A sister who points to the sky at least once a decade is a good sister. The landscape is motorized. The train takes you where it goes. Bridges among water.Folks straggling along vast stretches of concrete, heading into the plane. Don’t forget what your hat and shoes will look like when you are nowhere to be found. Even the words floating in air make blue shadows. If it tastes good we eat it. The leaves are falling. Point things out. Pick up the right things. Hey guess what? What? I’ve learned how to talk. Great. The person whose head was incomplete burst into tears. As it fell, what could the doll do? Nothing. Go to sleep. You look great in shorts. And the flag looks great"China. Bob Perelman
- 148How is China written?It's very disconnected - MAY have something to do with China. Proceduralism Poem.
- 149"Write this. We have burned all their villages Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X …. Write this. We have begun to have bodies, a now here and a now gone, a past long ago and one still to come"Sun. Michael Palmer
- 150"What last. Lapwing. Tesseract. X perhaps for X. The villages are known as These Letters--humid, sunless. The writing occurs on their walls"Sun. Michael Palmer
- 151"History is about to crack wide open. Millennium approaches."Angels in America. Tony Kushner
- 152"… there are no gods here, no ghosts and spirits in America, there are no angels in America"Angels in America. Louis Ironson
- 153Postmodernity in Angels in America1. Immigration Narrative
2. Addiction
3. Successive waves of post war liberation movements
4. The Cold War
5. Postmodern Disease
6. New Age Spirituality - 154Postmodernism in Angels in America1. Meta-theater (Addressing the audience, Split-scenes, Special effects)
2. Plurality of worlds
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