I thought A pause, a rose, something on paper by Lyn Hejinian was at some times hard to understand, but I connected with it at parts. "I was shy of my aunt's deafness...who had years earlier fallen into the habit of nodding, agreeably...It was a tic, she had the habit, and now she bobbed like my toy plastic bird on the edge of its glass, dipping into and recoiling from the water." This reminds me so much of my best friend's mother, who is going deaf. I don't really like to talk to her because most of the time she just nods and agrees even if it isn't a yes/no question or a statement she could agree with. And the action is capture so exactly by using a water bird toy.
Also in this poem she writes, "In every country is a word which attempts the sound of cats, to match an inisolable portrait in the clouds to a din in the air." In French III my teacher decided to teach us the sounds for animals; everyone in class had just assumed they were universal, mais au contraire. In Japanese the teacher thought it was important enough to go over in Japanese I. Cats maiou in French whilst they ニャー (nyaa) in Japanese. My family and I are very much cat people and even we try to capture our cats' individual cries for a multitude of things, yet one cannot have the true sense of it unless they hear it in person.
My second comment is on The plot against the Giant by ¿Wallace Stevens?. "With a cautious puffing. He will bend his ear then. I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals. It will undo him." It causes me to wounder how a girl would be able to do this. I think she would need two sets of vocal tracts. A guttural is formed at the throat, like a frog croak, and a labial at the lips, like when one is humming. The thought of such a sound blows my mind, therefore I can totally believe, if she can produce such sounds, she would "undo" the giant.
The Goldberg chapter Original Detail really resonated with me. I always feel like I’m stuck when transplanting real-world detail into a story or poem, but this chapter told me that I could move it and play with it. I had an Idea for a book, and started writing it a few years about WWII in an alternate reality. I’m not a history buff or into war stuff but wanted to write from a German citizen’s point of view, with a struggle between saving themselves and supporting and engaging in the war or go with their conscience and oppose it. I stopped writing it because I felt like I didn’t have enough background to realistically write it, but now, because of reading this I think I have the confidence to start writing it again.
Bisou, ciao, tschüss, じゃあ & TTFN,
~se(an)drew~
Also in this poem she writes, "In every country is a word which attempts the sound of cats, to match an inisolable portrait in the clouds to a din in the air." In French III my teacher decided to teach us the sounds for animals; everyone in class had just assumed they were universal, mais au contraire. In Japanese the teacher thought it was important enough to go over in Japanese I. Cats maiou in French whilst they ニャー (nyaa) in Japanese. My family and I are very much cat people and even we try to capture our cats' individual cries for a multitude of things, yet one cannot have the true sense of it unless they hear it in person.
My second comment is on The plot against the Giant by ¿Wallace Stevens?. "With a cautious puffing. He will bend his ear then. I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals. It will undo him." It causes me to wounder how a girl would be able to do this. I think she would need two sets of vocal tracts. A guttural is formed at the throat, like a frog croak, and a labial at the lips, like when one is humming. The thought of such a sound blows my mind, therefore I can totally believe, if she can produce such sounds, she would "undo" the giant.
The Goldberg chapter Original Detail really resonated with me. I always feel like I’m stuck when transplanting real-world detail into a story or poem, but this chapter told me that I could move it and play with it. I had an Idea for a book, and started writing it a few years about WWII in an alternate reality. I’m not a history buff or into war stuff but wanted to write from a German citizen’s point of view, with a struggle between saving themselves and supporting and engaging in the war or go with their conscience and oppose it. I stopped writing it because I felt like I didn’t have enough background to realistically write it, but now, because of reading this I think I have the confidence to start writing it again.
Bisou, ciao, tschüss, じゃあ & TTFN,
~se(an)drew~
