Halted Progress: Lawrence
Nov. 23rd, 2005 09:51 am- Meeting Jenn today, snice we're both out of ideas for material, seeing as most books on DH Lawrence is all gone. I might try again, because sometimes stuff on Lawrence can be found inside the general "Modernist writers" books. We're going to the Spring Garden Library to check out the literary criticism there.
- Going to talk to Prof. Heffernan today, too, about my topic, because I have no one to bounce ideas off, and no one who could suggest stuff for me. I kinda sorta but not quite have an idea of what I want to write, but that's all in the air right now because I have no freaking clue how I'm going to tie all the research I've done together. It's mighty annoying.
- I think I should be able to finish my Sidney essay today, if I can manage to apply myself to it. I was going to finish it yesterday, but I was exhausted for no reason. Bah.
- We read Their Eyes Were Watching God for last night's Modern Novel class. We had a nice long extended debate on it - Heffernan is great at our discussions, she's a wonderful mediator. And Hurston's style of writing is so wonderful - the dialect, the story itself: it was very moving. And her metaphors are incredible!
Take for instance this quote:
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.
That's just so utterly gorgeous, it made me cry.
Yeap. Back to work.
- Going to talk to Prof. Heffernan today, too, about my topic, because I have no one to bounce ideas off, and no one who could suggest stuff for me. I kinda sorta but not quite have an idea of what I want to write, but that's all in the air right now because I have no freaking clue how I'm going to tie all the research I've done together. It's mighty annoying.
- I think I should be able to finish my Sidney essay today, if I can manage to apply myself to it. I was going to finish it yesterday, but I was exhausted for no reason. Bah.
- We read Their Eyes Were Watching God for last night's Modern Novel class. We had a nice long extended debate on it - Heffernan is great at our discussions, she's a wonderful mediator. And Hurston's style of writing is so wonderful - the dialect, the story itself: it was very moving. And her metaphors are incredible!
Take for instance this quote:
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.
That's just so utterly gorgeous, it made me cry.
Yeap. Back to work.