I found it interestesting that when asked what color the lights were Bessie said blue, then added the BABY blue. Throughout the story it was mentioned many times how the couple kept miscarrying. When discribing the aliens Bessie says the aliens were short, not like dwarfs but like CHILDREN. I began to feel like she was obsessed with children or having them. At the end of the story it says she was hovering over her bed with a blue light between her. Maybe that means she was finally pregnant with a baby BOY !
Back to colors. There was alot of attention on the colors red, blue, and white. The couple had first thought it was a cop car when they saw the reflecting colors. But to their amaze it was no cop car. Maybe the colors represented the government, the nation, or things like that since red whit and blue are the colors of our national flag. The colors were there to foreshadow the government not believing the couple, or anybody for that matter. Or maybe, the red blue and white couldve meant freedom of speech and hope to believe.
I was confused with the whole dentures part of the story. Maybe, they took out Bernie's teeth so he would stay silent about what went on in the space ship. Teeth can symbolize speech and thats why Bernie could not recall anything his wife was saying to the police. Bessie rememberd the whole thing because she did not have dentures sooooo therefore she had the freedom to speak.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
beyond just a VISCERAL response .
"The Gift of Sweat" was an odd story. .but not odd in a negative way, odd as in different. I did enjoy reading it though, it kept me on my toes the whole time.
Rebecca Brown even started the story in a unusual way. She starts off saying "I went to Rick's house every Tuesday and Thursday morning." That right there caught my attention. It felt to me that the story wasnt starting from it's original beginning; i even brought it to Peter's attention. I also noticed that Brown in very repetative. It sounds like she added bullets to her story. For example: "I touched his back. It was sweaty and hot. I got onto the futon. I slid very carefully so I wouldn't jolt him. I lay on my side behind him. I could feel him shaking. I put my left arm around his middle." She does this numerous of times. It gave the story some sort of rythym.
As far as punctuations go. . .I hardly came across any commas. & it might sound weird but i love commas and semicolons. This story didnt seem to have any fancy litterary stuff it was cut and dry. But still very effective.
In the beginning of the story i immeditaley knew Rick was homosexual, BUT i thought that the nararator was his partner. Some of the passages that stuck out to me making me believe the narartor and Rick were partners was "I used to like being there alone sometimes. I could do surprises for him, like leave him notes under his pillow or rearrange his wind-up toys so they were kissing or other silly things. Rick loved surprises." and "I was about to get in the shower. I wanted to be all clean before you came over". That stuck out to me like a sore thumb.
I believe in every story theres some kind of moral or metaphorical meaning behind them, whether its hidden or obvious. In "The Gift of Sweat", i had to go back to the title to make a good conclusion. The word GIFT obviously means something, and Brown chose that word for a reason. I think it is the gift of sweat because once Rick left to the hospital and passed away all the nararotor had left was his sweat. She rubbed his wet back, combed her fingers through his wet hair, even had his sweat on her cheek. She thought he would be returning as usual, but he didnt. Therefore, the last thing they shared together was his sweat. Kind of gross, but kind of sweet too i guess.
Rebecca Brown even started the story in a unusual way. She starts off saying "I went to Rick's house every Tuesday and Thursday morning." That right there caught my attention. It felt to me that the story wasnt starting from it's original beginning; i even brought it to Peter's attention. I also noticed that Brown in very repetative. It sounds like she added bullets to her story. For example: "I touched his back. It was sweaty and hot. I got onto the futon. I slid very carefully so I wouldn't jolt him. I lay on my side behind him. I could feel him shaking. I put my left arm around his middle." She does this numerous of times. It gave the story some sort of rythym.
As far as punctuations go. . .I hardly came across any commas. & it might sound weird but i love commas and semicolons. This story didnt seem to have any fancy litterary stuff it was cut and dry. But still very effective.
In the beginning of the story i immeditaley knew Rick was homosexual, BUT i thought that the nararator was his partner. Some of the passages that stuck out to me making me believe the narartor and Rick were partners was "I used to like being there alone sometimes. I could do surprises for him, like leave him notes under his pillow or rearrange his wind-up toys so they were kissing or other silly things. Rick loved surprises." and "I was about to get in the shower. I wanted to be all clean before you came over". That stuck out to me like a sore thumb.
I believe in every story theres some kind of moral or metaphorical meaning behind them, whether its hidden or obvious. In "The Gift of Sweat", i had to go back to the title to make a good conclusion. The word GIFT obviously means something, and Brown chose that word for a reason. I think it is the gift of sweat because once Rick left to the hospital and passed away all the nararotor had left was his sweat. She rubbed his wet back, combed her fingers through his wet hair, even had his sweat on her cheek. She thought he would be returning as usual, but he didnt. Therefore, the last thing they shared together was his sweat. Kind of gross, but kind of sweet too i guess.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
literature. . .in MY eyes.
WHAT IS LITERATURE AND DOES IT MATTER? WHY? WHY NOT?
- - - I Love Lucy, Marilyn Monroe, and Bewitched were some things that a 'normal' 10 year old does not have any interest in, but i did and still do. Reading was also something i did as a young child when most just felt reading was boring. I can remember writing pages and pages of fictional stories about imaginary places and using my favorite celebrites from the older days. The books that were especially for my age group didnt really catch my attention much with the exception of those chicken soup books. Instead i would rummage around my mothers things and find books by Danielle Steel and Dean koontz. At the time i didnt understand fully what i was reading but it gave me the boost to try and expand my vocabulary and reading skills. Literature still to this day has an effect on me that lets me escape reality and enter the world of the characters. For example, theres been times where i wept like a baby reading a novel, or threw the book across the room because of how scary it became to me.
Literature does matter, to me and mannnyyyyyy other people...but it also means something different to every individual. To me, its kind of like safety. Like im in a bubble. When im really into what im reading, there can be a concert going on and i wouldnt even notice. It blocks all my troubles and worries for the time being, and im just fine with that because there needs to be a gap between reality and the reality within the pages.
If you dont feel literature means anything to you, put it like this: how do you think your life would be if you werent as privledged to learn to read? If everyday you would go about your daily routine not understanding the weird markings that are all around you. . that would SUCK !
soooo read something ! its food for your brain ! :)
- - - I Love Lucy, Marilyn Monroe, and Bewitched were some things that a 'normal' 10 year old does not have any interest in, but i did and still do. Reading was also something i did as a young child when most just felt reading was boring. I can remember writing pages and pages of fictional stories about imaginary places and using my favorite celebrites from the older days. The books that were especially for my age group didnt really catch my attention much with the exception of those chicken soup books. Instead i would rummage around my mothers things and find books by Danielle Steel and Dean koontz. At the time i didnt understand fully what i was reading but it gave me the boost to try and expand my vocabulary and reading skills. Literature still to this day has an effect on me that lets me escape reality and enter the world of the characters. For example, theres been times where i wept like a baby reading a novel, or threw the book across the room because of how scary it became to me.
Literature does matter, to me and mannnyyyyyy other people...but it also means something different to every individual. To me, its kind of like safety. Like im in a bubble. When im really into what im reading, there can be a concert going on and i wouldnt even notice. It blocks all my troubles and worries for the time being, and im just fine with that because there needs to be a gap between reality and the reality within the pages.
If you dont feel literature means anything to you, put it like this: how do you think your life would be if you werent as privledged to learn to read? If everyday you would go about your daily routine not understanding the weird markings that are all around you. . that would SUCK !
soooo read something ! its food for your brain ! :)
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