I am a woman. But, what does that mean? What does it even mean to be a woman? I’ve attempted to come up with a nice, concise definition, and yet I have been unable to. This must certainly be because the meaning of my womanhood has constantly changed throughout my forty-two years. Like the beautiful … Continue reading Holding My Breath: What It Means to Be a Woman
There’s a picture of Jesus in my junk drawer. It’s actually Nanny’s picture of Jesus but Nanny’s been dead for fifteen years now. I inherited it along with her red pocket thesaurus and blue poodle made of pipe cleaners that stood in her china cabinet throughout the entirety of my childhood. It’s a white Jesus, … Continue reading There’s a Picture of Jesus in My Junk Drawer
Why literary theory? Flannery O’Connor sums it up best in her short story, A Good Man is Hard to Find, when she writes, “It’s some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it’s others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latter's” (42). The … Continue reading From Deconstruction to Marxism: Analyzing A Good Man is Hard to Find
In Benjamin Percy’s short story, “Refresh, Refresh”, Percy powerfully captures the urgency of a young, fatherless boy searching for his father in the following, “[O]n this bike I could ride and ride and ride, away from here, up and over the Cascades, through the Willamette Valley, until I reached the ocean, where the broad black … Continue reading Refresh, Refresh
John McWhorter gives an interesting and engaging Ted Talk about texting and how many bemoan the way in which texting is dumbing us down. Well, not me. I don't text. https://www.ted.com/talks/john_mcwhorter_txtng_is_killing_language_jk?language=en Although, now that I am following those butterflies (my super cute phrase for dating), I have started texting. However, I am a one-fingered texter … Continue reading Texting and the Decline of Language (Or Is It?)
I have an aversion to profanity. I do. My fifteen-year-old son would have me subscribe to the attitude that a word is just a word. I will not. I must draw the line somewhere, and profanity is that line. Imagine my shock when, after being a stay-at-home mom for nearly fifteen years, I walked back … Continue reading Infixes Are Absoflippinglutely Fandiddlytastic!
I decided eight weeks ago that I would pursue an MA in English for three different reasons. The first is that I am a single mother, and during the weekends when my children are away, I find myself under the covers "binge-racing" series after series. I decided I needed forced structure in the form of … Continue reading What Makes A Word Realz?
“Make it new!” That was the rallying cry of Ezra Pound harkened to by young artists of the early twentieth century. This period would later be coined “modern” due to the rapid advancement in industry, technology, science, and women’s liberation among other things. Western civilization was pulsating with electricity. Life of the modern man was … Continue reading The Fractured Form of Eliot’s Ellipsis
Window. Window pane. Window glass. Window to the outside for my child’s eyes belonging to my little child’s body whose bottom is firmly planted on the hard, metal chair. Forever planted among lectures on the ABC’s of languid language that has been far surpassed by my fresh imagination feeding off The Dark Crystal, The Never Ending … Continue reading Window
A purple beast came from the East and didn't care a bit for what he found all around the West seemed quite unfit to lead the world with morals furled its hilltop light unlit so the beast did pray and went on his way in search of the Spirit.