<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:08:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGL 814: Modernist London</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-3715031673542570410</id><published>2008-04-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:14:35.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Quartets and the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets” is truly a masterpiece.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After reading “The Waste Land”, I was sure that it was his most intricate, finest work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Four Quartets” is the densest reading that I have ever encountered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While that could be the result of a plethora of reading at semester’s end, I would compare this to any of Shakespeare’s great works as far as intricately laced significance goes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rhythm and language of the poem present endless opportunities for deconstruction of meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was while reading Brooks’ article, “‘Four Quartets’: The Structure in Relation to the Themes”, that I came across a term that sparked my light bulb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While reading each of the quartets, I tried to go into them with an open mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I could not escape the religious undertones that I felt throughout each section, such as ideas of a garden, pools, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brooks’ theory of structure with the divisions of a)vision, b)negation, c)acceptance, d)transformation, e)communion with divine reality, and f) integration were certainly true from my reading of the poem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the specific word “reconciliation” within his article that solidified some of my own theories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When I first started reading “Burnt Norton”, I had visions of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Eden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and a descent into Hell similar to Dante’s Inferno.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in “East Coker”, the line “In my beginning is my end” is where I began my search for the Biblical excerpts that Eliot weaved into his poem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I found a few passages that I thought were integral to Eliot’s work, if not his specific work, then to the overarching themes that Brooks presents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I first found from Revelations 21:6, “I (am) the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot’s repeated emphasis on the beginning and the end is an obvious reference here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another passage, from 2 Corinthians 4:6, “For God who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts to bring to light the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of Christ.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that this passage directly correlates to movement III of “East Coker”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot also incorporates images of “light” and “dark”, with his ultimate message in support of Christianity and the mystery of God’s grace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think Eliot’s notions of binaries that are seen in “Four Quartets” may have been pulled from 2 Corinthians 4:16-18,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Therefore we are not discouraged; rather, although our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For this momentary light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to what is seen but to what is unseen, for what is seen is transitory, but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day” may be Eliot’s overall theme for the poem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the mortal lifetime of our physical bodies, through belief in God and Christian teachings, our souls can be immortalized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet, while we endure this journey of faith, there are times of darkness (literally and figuratively) and it is the light of God that will save us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that this idea can be further seen in 2 Corinthians 5:17-19, &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;So whoever is in Christ is a new creation; the old things have passed away; behold, new things have come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And all this is from God, who has reconciled us to himself through Christ and given us the ministry of reconciliation, namely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting their trespasses against them and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;In my research for these passages, I first started looking for funeral liturgies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While reading the poem, I could not resist the temptation to consider this a funeral rite of sorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The modern writer’s interest in anthropology and ritual could not be overlooked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this is Eliot’s own liturgy as he himself has come full circle from being faithless to faithful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-3715031673542570410?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/3715031673542570410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=3715031673542570410' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3715031673542570410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3715031673542570410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/04/four-quartets-and-bible.html' title='Four Quartets and the Bible'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-2132411672011805449</id><published>2008-04-02T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T06:40:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernist Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perhaps it’s highly in part of my lack of knowledge of politics, but this week’s blog is extremely difficult to write.  Aside from a consciousness of general world history at the time, I had and probably still have no idea what all the political factions of the time were.  With that said, much of the readings were a complete blur except for the understanding of the Modernists extreme interest in politics.  The most accessible reading was the chapter in the Cambridge Companion to Modernism.  It provided a simple basis for the lay-politician/historian.  Building from T.E. Hulme’s “Romanticism and Classicism”, something I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; familiar with, Sara Blair discusses Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot’s intense political forces.  I had no idea that Ezra Pound was so political.  While I am intrigued by his passion, I was sorely disappointed by many of his anti-Semitic and Fascist viewpoints.  What repercussions, if any, did this have within the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;Bloomsbury&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; group and other Modernists of the time?  I have a hard time believing that these ideals were upheld by many of these highly-educated, intelligent people, so where is the discordance within the group?  Leonard Woolf was of Jewish descent himself, so did that cause issues within the group?  Thankfully, Blair incorporates the Modernist movement within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; as well, exposing us to other aspects of politics and aesthetics – movements not based upon hate, but rather on freedom, such as the women’s and African-American movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As for Leonard’s standpoint on preserving peace, I found that to be much less offending.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I am not quite sure that world peace can ever be attained, I think Leonard’s propositions for it were extremely noble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and Virginia appear to have been quite a team in their political notoriety, but is there the possibility that &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; may have overshadowed him slightly with the coming of women’s suffrage and such?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of Leonard’s work being praised for its ingenuity, is it possible that it may have been seen as oppressive?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And while Leonard and Virginia worked together for their political causes, didn’t &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; also have problems with Jews?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would make their relationship a rather conundrum – working together for one cause, yet at odds with another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I also think it is interesting that many of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bloomsbury&lt;/st1:place&gt; group would be Marxists, socialists, or essentially in favor of the labor party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From what I have gathered from class and readings, many, if not all, of the group was particularly well off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What advantage would there be for them in supporting such causes?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;            Personally, I really enjoyed E.M. Forster’s “What I Believe”.  I think the creed that he develops on his own is something that we could all live by.  Right off the bat, his work is not pushy.  The reader does not feel overwhelmed with his politics, as if they are being shoved down one’s throat.  Forster’s respect for classical thought appears to be a great influence to him, specifically Dante.  Unlike many other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;Bloomsbury&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; members, Forster is in support of democracy because of the importance it places on the individual, although he is careful not to be too overzealous in his belief, offering only “two cheers for democracy”.  I thought that this piece really gave insight to Forster’s work, especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Howard’s End&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  His main focus in the novel is the relationships between different people as well as the individual.  Finally, I can see the politics in the aesthetics, whereas with Leonard’s work I have no aesthetics to work with other than he is Mr. Virginia Woolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-2132411672011805449?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2132411672011805449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=2132411672011805449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/2132411672011805449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/2132411672011805449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/04/modernist-politics.html' title='Modernist Politics'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-3463909979028515969</id><published>2008-03-25T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:10:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Opening the pages of Virginia Woolf’s &lt;i style=""&gt;A Room of One’s Own&lt;/i&gt;, I suppose I was expecting another one of her novels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, I was faced with a manifesto of sorts – a “story” of the relationship of women and fiction through the eyes of Virginia Woolf and I was not entirely sure what to make of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed the fact that as I was reading, I was able to imagine her in the lecture hall amidst collegiate women of the time, carrying on as a sort of Betty Friedan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this story was Virginia Woolf’s version of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Feminine Mystique&lt;/i&gt; and now, going back and really considering the issues that Friedan addressed in her book, I can remove the “perhaps” from the beginning of this sentence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While encouraging women to become successful on their terms, Woolf realized the pitfalls of such dreams, most significantly domestic life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She realized that with the position of women being altered, other aspects of “normal” daily life would be forced to change as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With these realizations at hand, Woolf pushes on in order to come to some sort of declaration about women and fiction to her female attendees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In her attempt to come across answers, she finds out more and more about women writers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woolf explores the female literary tradition, not only from the masculine, patriarchal viewpoint, but also from within the strongholds of the feminine literary scope as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of being locked within the confines of the novel, Woolf sees change in the future for women, specifically with experimental writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems that through education and the arduous process of time passing, the stylistic components of female literary works will progress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her eventual floundering at the end of the essay(?) put me in a state of unrest or at least confusion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woolf spends over one hundred pages presenting an argument about female oppression and in the end, the artist can not focus on the matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I realize her point, it somehow fell short for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I just expected…well, &lt;i style=""&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Moving on to Jane Marcus’s article, I really did not buy it at first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marcus’s argument that Woolf’s writing was an attack on all the men in her life seemed really far-fetched for me and much too psychoanalytic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once that was dismissed, I rather enjoyed aspects of Marcus’s article.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her description of where &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;’s lectures took place was very interesting and something that is intangible in &lt;i style=""&gt;Room&lt;/i&gt; alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I imagined being there with her speaking, but what I imagined and what Marcus described were entirely different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marcus’s article also made me consider the relationships between women more fully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationship, seduction, or interactions even, are much more verbal than physical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The courtship begins through language and is subversive in nature and in reading &lt;i style=""&gt;Room&lt;/i&gt;, I am not sure that I grasped that concept initially.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Considering the nature of relationships between men and women, it is not at all surprising that women would develop a more fruitful, emotional relationship with other women.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My doubts, however, lie within the fact that Marcus seems to make all who attended the lectures to be wholly homosexual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I am sure that there were some attendees who engaged in homosexual or bisexual behavior, I do not think that everyone participated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-3463909979028515969?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/3463909979028515969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=3463909979028515969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3463909979028515969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3463909979028515969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/03/women-and-fiction.html' title='Women and Fiction'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-5964392533365285103</id><published>2008-03-11T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:49:52.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Dalloway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;After reading &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Waste Land&lt;/i&gt; and Steinberg’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway and T.S. Eliot’s Personal Waste Land&lt;/i&gt;, I have really gained an appreciation for each of their works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steinberg’s inclusion of Virginia Woolf’s diary entries as she wrote what would eventually become &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt; was a great view into her mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reasons that I think &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt; is so great (social criticism, the whole workings of sanity versus insanity) is actually what Woolf was consciously trying to convey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difficulty of writing Septimus’s part had to be extremely difficult for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, as she said, but I wonder if she was basing his insanity on someone she knew or maybe even herself and her own personal demons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While reading &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;, I thought that Clarissa and Septimus were foils for one another and after seeing how the relationship progressed between Eliot and Woolf at this time, I would say that it is definite that Woolf used their interactions in the development of her characters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is hard to believe the correlation between the Eliot and Septimus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From their occupations to their marriages, their lives mimic each other completely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how Eliot’s estate feels about this glimpse into Eliot’s inner self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucrezia’s character is remniscient of Vivienne and just as Woolf did not care for her, that dislike is felt in the story itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lucrezia, to me, seems selfish and distant in the novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While she does love Septimus, she is more concerned with herself and what is happening to her than Septimus’s condition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually feel stupid for not seeing all the similarities earlier between the players involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Steinberg’s claim that &lt;i style=""&gt;The Waste Land&lt;/i&gt; is written for Jean Verdenal seems warranted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An idea I had not thought of previously is that of the hyacinth girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we discussed in class, Hyacinth was a man and he was associated with homosexuality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Eliot’s description of his memory of his friend in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Luxembourg&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, waving a lilac, I saw Hyacinth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For Eliot, Jean Verdenal was his Hyacinth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I thought Woolf’s comment that Mrs. Dalloway originally was to kill herself or die at the end of the party was quite interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would the story have the same effect if that end did come to fruition or is it important that Clarissa did not commit suicide?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the use of Septimus as a foil and his eventual demise allows Clarissa to accept her position in her society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think Clarissa envies Septimus’s ability to be in control of his life, or in this case death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steinberg’s idea that &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt; can follow the heroic tale is something that I did not think about, even after our class discussion last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steinberg’s claim appears to be very solid, but I think I will need to reread and map out the rest of the story with the corresponding parts of the heroic tale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed Steinberg’s arguments regarding the correlation between Septimus and Eliot, as well as the influence of the Eliot-Woolf relationship on &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would, however, liked to have seen where Virginia herself comes into the characters of &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know she was overly concerned over writing about herself, but where can glimpses of her own life be seen in the novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would hate to think that the entire novel was an exposé on the life of T.S. Eliot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-5964392533365285103?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5964392533365285103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=5964392533365285103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5964392533365285103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5964392533365285103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/03/mrs-dalloway.html' title='Mrs. Dalloway'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-454056424395303949</id><published>2008-03-03T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:50:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliot's "The Waste Land"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After reading &lt;i style=""&gt;The Waste Land&lt;/i&gt;, I immediately noticed the ritualistic nature of the poem and Eliot’s play with life and death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It brought me to some of Frazer’s ideas from &lt;i style=""&gt;The Golden Bough&lt;/i&gt; and the other theories of the Cambridge Ritualists (but I will discuss that further on Wednesday).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As with Eliot’s previous poems, the use of a wide variety of intellectual property is at Eliot’s beck and call.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He uses the words of Dante, Baudelaire, the Bible, and so on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A first that I have seen with Eliot, he uses the device of Virginia Woolf and plays with stream of consciousness in the first section of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Waste Land&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was in “The Burial of the Dead” that I had a rather strange idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In line 13, Eliot writes, “And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,/My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,/And I was frightened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, Marie,/Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the narrator not inferring that her name is Marie?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, in “The Game of Chess” I thought that it was two women quarrelling with one another, rather than a man and a woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In “The Fire Sermon”, Mr. Eugenides asks the narrator to lunch and to a weekend at the Metropole, insinuating a possible act of prostitution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, in “What the Thunder Said”, I think considering the act of crucifixion that is occurring, it is possible to see the narrator as a Mary-Magdalene-type figure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may be way off in making these parallels, however, I also thought that Eliot used this device in &lt;i style=""&gt;Preludes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;i style=""&gt;Preludes&lt;/i&gt;, I thought that the narrator shifted from man to prostitute in the final stanza of the poem, in turn making the prostitute the one who wipes her mouth in the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that Brooks argues it is homosexuality in his analysis, but if that is the case, perhaps cross-dressing is a possibility within the poem as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am unsure if any of this is at all viable criticism, given all of Eliot’s own notes, but it is one that I can no longer ignore as a reader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In reading Brooks’s article, we came upon the same idea that Eliot was trying to convey; “all wars are one war; all experience, one experience” (191).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, where Brooks witnessed this idea in Eliot’s reference to the war, I did not see the full connection until “What the Thunder Said” in lines 373-377.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot’s repetition of cities, “Jerusalem Athens Alexandria/Vienna London” followed by “Unreal” on a single line, for me, blended these cities into Dante’s Limb - all of those cities, renowned for different wars, victories, religions, and cultures become one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a similar experience that E.M. Forster writes about in &lt;i style=""&gt;A Passage to India&lt;/i&gt; with Mrs. Moore in the caves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Definitely a religious experience for her, once she is within the caves, everything sounds the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no difference between words – they all result in “ou-boum”, everything is nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Brooks and Eliot’s use of the rooster was also extremely interesting to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Eliot’s time, anthropology was what my undergraduate colleagues would call “armchair anthropology”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the research regarding human social behavior was done through reading the classics and developing theories from that information.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few decades later, Bronislaw Malinowski delved into the world of ethnography and participant observation, traveling to different parts of the world and coexisting with various peoples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, many anthropologists are aware of the importance of the rooster within various native cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most famous example is the Balinese cockfight as studied by Clifford Geertz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While in Bali, Geertz learned the significance of the cockfight and the rooster to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt; people to be religious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He writes, "In the cockfight, men and beast, good and evil, ego and id, the creative power of aroused masculinity and the destructive power of loosened animality fuse in a bloody drama of hatred, cruelty, violence, and death" (pp. 420-1).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;This statement perhaps best describes portions of Eliot’s waste land, in ways that I had never imagined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In these rituals, there are battles that occur until an outcome can be produced, ultimately resulting in some sort of meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps for Eliot, that meaning was found in the Upanishad he quoted, “Shantih shantih shantih” – “The Peace which passeth understanding”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-454056424395303949?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/454056424395303949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=454056424395303949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/454056424395303949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/454056424395303949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/03/eliots-waste-land.html' title='Eliot&apos;s &quot;The Waste Land&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-7104489898700106121</id><published>2008-02-26T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:30:04.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mansfield and Her Influences</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After reading Katherine Mansfield’s stories, I am extremely impressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike Virginia Woolf’s stories, there seems to be more dialogue, which for me, makes her stories much more available.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s characters possess distinct qualities that allow them to be factors within the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They themselves are more of the story, rather than the actual plot itself in most cases.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s stories, while often incorporating the same characters, address a wide variety of ideas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is also interesting to notice the different influences that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; may have had on her writing, as well as her significant influence on Virginia Woolf’s work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In “Prelude”, immediately I loved seeing the use of the vernacular language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me think of Mark Twain and his use of the American vernacular language in his fiction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This different dialogue provides the reader with another significant dimension to the characters, providing age, class, and even ethnicity without stating it outright.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This helps the characters to come to life, which especially occurred for me with Lottie and Kezia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their dialogue made me feel as though these small girls were running around me as I took in their story. “Prelude” also addresses class distinctions as we have seen in many of the other modern works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The interactions between the servants and the family establish &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s take on society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is also concerned with “escape” in “Prelude”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each of the characters possess a desire to run away from their respective realities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda Burnell wants to drive away in a carriage and not even wave goodbye to everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She loves her husband, but often does not see the man who she fell in love with; instead, she sees a man who is constantly trying to impregnate her, something which she does not want to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beryl &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is stuck living with her sister’s family instead of having a life of her own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wants to escape from their life, as well as this fake self that she has developed in order to cope with the realities that exist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The children often play different role-playing games, allowing them to get away from their small, young reality and deposits them within grown-up or even animal life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; gets lost in her dreams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Stanley&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; really seems to be the only person who no longer feels the need to escape, now that they have moved from the city to the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this is why the women are always happy when &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Stanley&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; leaves, as seen in “At the Bay”, so they no longer need to be exposed to his contentment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I read “Prelude”, I wondered if all these women represented &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; as a whole in some way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each of the women struggles with their different problems – be it sensuality, fakeness, or death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to Lee and Meyers, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; encountered similar problems within her own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In “At the Bay”, I could not help but see nuances of Kate Chopin’s writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chopin’s “The Awakening” was released in 1899, so it is possible that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; may have read it, but was it really an &lt;i style=""&gt;influence&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I searched some academic journal databases looking for any connection, but it was to no avail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could a modern British woman writer be influenced by a modern American woman writer?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each of their stories has women characters who are influenced by other women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These women who influence have characteristics outside the realm of normalcy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are often disliked or unaccepted within the society, as is the case with Mademoiselle Reisz in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Awakening&lt;/i&gt; and Mrs. Harry Kember in “At the Bay”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The story is set on a beach, as much of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Awakening&lt;/i&gt; is, and ultimately results in an affair as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The similarities are striking, I am just not sure if Katherine would stoop to the level of American literature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While I am on the topic of influences, it is quite clear that Woolf influenced “The Garden-Party” and vice versa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woolf’s “&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;” does seem to have had an impact on &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s “The Garden-Party”, however I think &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s story had an even greater effect on Woolf’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;. “The Garden-Party” follows &lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Dalloway&lt;/i&gt;’s plot almost to a tee – opens with flowers, a party is being thrown, some talk of class distinctions, a man dies, upset at the possible ruin of the party, and a simple statement to close the story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am almost a little upset with Woolf, as I can not help but almost feel as though &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mansfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was robbed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I understand the idea of tradition and the use of the canon in art, the overall similarities are overwhelming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially after reading Lee’s essay on the relationship between Woolf and Mansfield, I feel that Woolf was quite devilish in the relationship, more so than Katherine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps I am being too sentimental about the whole thing, because as it is, each of these two women produced extraordinary works and it is quite possible that their relationship was the necessary catalyst to provide the competition and the drive that made these women what they have become today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, you are forgiven…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-7104489898700106121?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/7104489898700106121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=7104489898700106121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/7104489898700106121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/7104489898700106121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/02/mansfield-and-her-influences.html' title='Mansfield and Her Influences'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-5734365109124392811</id><published>2008-02-19T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:48:01.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Hear Vivaldi...</title><content type='html'>I had technical difficulty getting the audio clip on this blog page itself, but if you go to my profile page, click on Audio URL and it gives you a great MP3 of the concerto...ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-5734365109124392811?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5734365109124392811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=5734365109124392811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5734365109124392811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5734365109124392811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-hear-vivaldi.html' title='To Hear Vivaldi...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-1930337617211201430</id><published>2008-02-19T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:23:21.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kew Gardens" as "La Primavera"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;From last week's discussion, I have been preoccupied with the idea of modern works of art influencing one another.  This week's readings of the stories from Virginia Woolf's &lt;i&gt;Monday or Tuesday &lt;/i&gt;exacerbated my preoccupation (to a fault).  Through the readings, I recognized Woolf's experimentation with stream of consciousness and her use of being versus non-being, which she loves to use as well.  I enjoyed the way that Woolf painted a picture in each of her stories, using bright colors to create an environment for her characters and her ideas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It brought me back to the Goldman essay and Woolf’s relationship with her sister, Vanessa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I was so moved by Woolf’s story, “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”, I developed an intense relationship with it – however, it was musical in nature.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;From the start of my journey into “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”, I initially thought that I was just going to get another vivid piece of work by Woolf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first paragraph sucked me into the gardens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I became a part of the flower-bed that day in the gardens. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt the colors of the flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was the raindrop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every descriptive aspect of the flower-bed, I enveloped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was now thoroughly invested in her story, there was no way out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Next, the first couple entered the gardens -- a married couple, with children, each contemplating their past lives without their spouse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man thinks about his first love, Lily (ironically the name of a flower; certainly a plan by Woolf), while the woman thinks of painting water-lilies and a kiss which she received, not from a lover, but from an elderly woman, “the mother of all [her] kisses all [her] life”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Odd, slightly askew from what one would intend this woman to be thinking, but nevertheless Woolf does not want to be typical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The family walks by the flower-bed and they gradually dissipate into nature and again, we are returned to the flower-bed itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Here, it is the snail that becomes the object of our attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I am him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see his goal amidst the brown cliffs of earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During my deliberation of how to cross the bed, yet another couple walks past – this time, two men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One old and one young, I am not sure who is leading who through the gardens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially, I believed it was the older man who was a bit of kilter, but at further reading, I am not sure if it is not the younger who is the eccentric one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The elder man is relaying stories about the spirits of the dead to the younger man, but then loses himself to a woman in black and then to a flower, which brings him to Uruguay – Woolf’s stream of consciousness at work again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This leads us to another couple, now two elderly women, who are entertained by the two men, but enter themselves into an odd dialogue of words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woolf makes these words literally fall from the sky and one of the women experiences it, along with the reader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then I returned to the flower-bed as the snail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I am deciding which way I will traverse the bed, another couple appears – a young man and a young woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Woolf describes the two, they seem to emerge from a chrysalis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their interaction is “toneless and monotonous”, as if still trying to get a grasp of their newness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are in constant question of each other and of their surroundings, just as a newborn animal would be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the man wants to go one way and the woman another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I am returned to the flower-bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time, I am not the snail, but again a presence within the bed itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the story, I could not help but feel that I had somehow experienced this all before – a déjà vu of sorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sure, however, that I had &lt;b style=""&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;read this story before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My experience with this work was purely musical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am by no means a classical music connoisseur, in fact my only exposure to classical music came by means of a humanities requirement for my undergraduate degree at Emory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alas, despite my amateur knowledge and after serious struggle, I was able to come up with two pieces – Igor Stravinsky’s ballet “The Rite of Spring” and Antonio Vivaldi’s concerto “Four Seasons – La Primavera”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ultimately, I decided that it was not Stravinsky’s ballet that I thought coincided with “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” but instead Vivaldi’s work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although there could be arguments in favor of Stravinsky, “The Rite of Spring” was too wild and dissonant for Woolf’s story, which had a clear rhythm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I listen to Vivaldi, I can see “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” unfold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every natural aspect of the story has a voice within his concerto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivaldi divided his concerts into allegro-largo-allegro, with each of the allegros being fast in tempo and the largo being slow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kew&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Gardens&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”, the allegros are the introduction and the conclusion of the story, while the largo is the paragraph about the snail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vivaldi also wrote sonnets to go with each section of his concerto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Allegro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Springtime is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;The birds celebrate her return with festive song,&lt;br /&gt;and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Then they die away to silence, and the birds take up their charming songs once more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Largo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;On the flower-strewn meadow, with leafy branches rustling overhead, the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Allegro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes, nymphs and shepherds lightly dance beneath the brilliant canopy of spring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am still struggling to understand if there is any concrete relation between the sonnets and Woolf’s story, but if anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;As&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was researching Vivaldi to find these sonnets and a file of his concerto to include with my blog, I discovered that Vivaldi’s work was not wholly discovered until the very early 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century and apparently, Ezra Pound was instrumental to his revival, according to Wikipedia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps we can thank him for exposing Woolf to Vivaldi’s works?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not yet found any other correlation between the two’s work, but I am hoping to get into this further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you can see, it is a work in progress and perhaps I have bit off more than I can chew…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-1930337617211201430?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1930337617211201430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=1930337617211201430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/1930337617211201430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/1930337617211201430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/02/kew-gardens-as-la-primavera.html' title='&quot;Kew Gardens&quot; as &quot;La Primavera&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-607996958018593466</id><published>2008-02-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:10:24.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"the light they gave us was not extinguished until it had revealed the way of the future"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This week’s readings have revealed the complimentary relationship between visual arts and literature through the development of Modernism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both aspects of art experienced similar challenges in trying to gain respect for their works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as modern literature moved through different movements, modern art simultaneously did so as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Visual art also encountered issues in feminism, politics, and morality; at times, being accused of having agendas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moving away from Impressionism and concern with naturalism, art became Post-Impressionistic and became more concerned with how we relate to objects, rather than simply color and light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Goldman cites Virginia Woolf’s response to Bergson’s criticism in “Romantic to Classic: Post-Impressionist Theories from 1910 to 1912” and Woolf’s concern with consciousness in art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woolf focuses a great deal on being versus non-being and where, when, how, and why we float between these liminal spaces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This passage reminded me of another quotation by Woolf:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Often when I have been writing one of my so-called novels I have been baffled by this same problem; that is, how to describe what I call in my private shorthand – ‘non-being’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every day contains more non-being than being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday for example, Tuesday the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April, was [as] it happened a good day; above the average in ‘being’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fine; I enjoyed writing these first pages…These separate moments of being were however embedded in many more moments of non-being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have already forgotten what Leonard and I talked about at lunch; and at tea; although it was a good day the goodness was embedded in a kind of nondescript cotton wool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was always so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A great part of every day is not lived consciously… When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being is much larger…The real novelist can somehow convey both sorts of being (“A Sketch of the Past” 70).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.4in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woolf wants experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For her, art should be a moment of being, whether in visual art or literature, as perhaps Woolf may argue here that her “nondescript wool” is a work of art in itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Along with this push for expression and design, form begins to supersede color in visual art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The emotional elements of design that Fry develops (rhythm of line, mass, space, light, shade and color) brought to mind Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot uses all of these elements within the poem to make it a great piece of literature, so it is possible that Fry may have inadvertently set standards for poetry as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Similarities also spawned in the arguments between romanticism and classicism within the visual arts, just as it had within literature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arguments within Goldman’s essays returned me to Eliot, yet again, but this time with “Tradition and the Individual Talent” in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meier-Grafe said, “the light they gave us was not extinguished until it had revealed the way of the future” (127).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought this was the perfect quotation to relate to Eliot’s concept of tradition – applied to all artistic works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No work is completely the artist’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is built on the canon of artistry and I believe that through this week’s readings, it can safely be said that this is true across mediums as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Visual art can influence written art and vice versa. Goldman’s essays did, however, bring up the issue of elitism within visual art, as Eliot suggested in “Tradition and the Individual Talent”: “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things” (43).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lastly, Goldman’s account of Vanessa Bell and Virginia Woolf’s relationship is extremely interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had not realized how important visual art was to Woolf and the significant reflection of it within her works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She attended art exhibitions to help herself with her own artistry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The artistic works of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; influenced Woolf positively, I would say, provoking ideas that perhaps would not have flourished without her sister’s physical artistic prowess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-607996958018593466?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/607996958018593466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=607996958018593466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/607996958018593466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/607996958018593466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-they-gave-us-was-not-extinguished.html' title='&quot;the light they gave us was not extinguished until it had revealed the way of the future&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-5796444903834976151</id><published>2008-02-05T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:51:08.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliot's Early Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Prior to reading Eliot’s poetry for the first time, I was unsure of what to expect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot’s prose was complicated enough, I could not imagine how obscure his poetry was going to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite whatever hidden themes Eliot may have created, I was surprised at the imagery that he was still capable of provoking for the reader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Due to Eliot’s fierce disdain for Romanticism, I thought I would be walking into an intangible world of feelings, unable to be fully experienced with all of my senses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot, thank you for proving me wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” immediately interested me with the simile, “When the evening is spread out against the sky/Like a patient etherised upon a table” (ln 2-3).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A creepy analogy to think about – a person sprawled out on a table, about to have surgery performed on them – yet, intriguing; the perfect lead-in to perk my interest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two stanzas later, Eliot uses personification to manipulate the fog into having cat-like qualities as it “rubs its back”, “rubs its muzzle”, “licked its tongue” and eventually “curled once about the house, and fell asleep” (ln 15-22).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the poem continues, it becomes apparent that the narrator (who I assume is Prufrock) is traveling to visit a woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, there is an anxiousness that I cannot exactly pinpoint to one exact place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prufrock’s concern with his receding hair in lines 40-41 is an example of his own anxiety about the visit, but there seems to be an underlying tense feeling throughout the poem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;After Prufrock’s (secret) visit to the woman, he is concerned about telling her his story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the epigraph suggests, Dante only told his story because it could not be retold, and therefore judged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prufrock, in offering up his tale, may be hurt by this woman who really does not have any desire to know him in that sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this can be related to Eliot’s own life and the lack of intimacy that he experienced with his wives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prufrock does not want to be like Hamlet, with his incessant monologues, droning on and on about his problems, for if he did, he would be more like the Fool of Shakespeare’s plays and it would eventually lead to his “drowning” (ln 111-119, 131).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I have not yet read Henry James’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Portrait of a Lady&lt;/i&gt;, so I am not entirely sure of the connections between Eliot’s poem and James’s novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am familiar with Eliot’s literary criticism and his praise of bouncing off of other artists’ work, so I imagine he used some of James’s techniques here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot’s poem does compose a portrait of a lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I use the word “compose” because Eliot uses many musical terms throughout the poem and it even has a song-like form itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Preludes of Chopin are juxtaposed to the tom-tom of the narrator’s mind, creating this disinterest in the narrator when he is talking to the woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the woman interested in the narrator and he is not interested in her?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get the sense that she is much older than the narrator in her dialogue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Part II, the woman says, “And youth is cruel, and has no remorse/And smiles at situations which it cannot see”, then the narrator smiles (ln 48-50).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ultimately, when the narrator goes overseas and he wants to write to the woman, he is concerned that she may have died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This must somehow be incorporated with the “dying fall” that is located within the poem in various places.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A “dying fall” are muted or dampened notes, that have rhythm but no pitch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are comprised of implied notes that cannot be performed or are performed only faintly for effect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How is the woman’s death a “dying fall”?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I do not have much to say about “Preludes” or “Le Figlia Che Piange”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed both poems, but I did not find them to be as intriguing as the others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did think it was interesting that “Preludes” was not in the beginning of the poems (as a prelude would be), however I see the significance of it being after “Portrait of a Lady” with the mention of Preludes in that poem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps if the lady did die, this is the continuance of the concert after her death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a waltz between light and dark, clean and dirty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Le Figlia Che Piange” or “The Weeping Girl”, again a poem centered around a woman, appears to perfectly end this set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girl seems upset, though I am not sure at whom exactly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is she mad at the narrator? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or is she mad at the fact that she is aging?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also had an idea that she might be dead and that this is a dream (or nightmare) of the narrator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her arms of flowers and the hair over her arms could be the girl in her casket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Attention to the last two lines of the poem have brought me to entertain this idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, I am excited to discuss more about Eliot’s poetry and was pleasantly surprised with the readability of his poems (if not the understanding of his cognizance).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-5796444903834976151?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5796444903834976151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=5796444903834976151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5796444903834976151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5796444903834976151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/02/eliots-early-poetry.html' title='Eliot&apos;s Early Poetry'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-3964639949079524881</id><published>2008-01-28T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:07:04.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliot, Post-Structuralism, and Criticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This week’s readings were certainly intense for any newcomer to Modernism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chock full of criticism and the encompassing concern of each author, to establish not only what his respective point was (and what it was not), each essay required several readings in order to grasp as much information as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Eliot’s essays engaged me the most out of this week’s readings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although dense in language, “Tradition and the Individual Talent” touched on some interesting issues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot gets right to the point by immediately confronting the difference between tradition and individualism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As critics, we want to see something new, something completely non-traditional in order to applaud the work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Eliot dives right into what essentially reminds me of what will become the post-structuralism argument of Roland Barthes, as seen in his essay “Death of the Author” (1967) and the work of others, such as Derrida and Foucault.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each piece of work that is created has nearly no possibility of being totally free from external influence and this is where the notion of tradition comes into play for Eliot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot writes, “No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists” (38).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot argues that it is this influence from “dead artists” that is necessary in order to produce great works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Although it is a known fact that Shakespeare used the influence of “dead artists” in “Hamlet”, Eliot certainly had no problem blasting the character Hamlet to shreds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot returns to the ideas of emotions and feelings and ultimately, he decides that Shakespeare was inexperienced in the emotions and feelings that Hamlet displays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aside from this, Eliot believes there is a detrimental imbalance between the cause and effect of Hamlet’s emotions and feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This ultimately results in the reader’s inability to truly understand “Hamlet” since “we should have to understand things which Shakespeare did not understand himself” (49).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“The Function of Criticism” returns to build a main point first addressed in “Tradition and the Individual Talent”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot refers to many other critics in order to prove his point (or disprove theirs, I am not sure).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot is concerned this time with an “inner voice” that Murry has coined, yet Eliot believes that with an inner voice, it has the ability to take over and lose the meaning that may otherwise rear its head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is in this essay that Eliot solidifies an idea that was beginning to form in “Tradition and the Individual Talent” – the necessity of fact in criticism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, with the proposal of this idea, also arises a dilemma – how will proof against fraud be possible?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, how are we to truly criticize then?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eliot seems to give himself a safety net at the end of this essay, defending his ideas, yet not discouraging dispute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is criticism similar to every other –ism in this world and it runs on a “to each his own” basis?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-3964639949079524881?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/3964639949079524881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=3964639949079524881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3964639949079524881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/3964639949079524881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/01/eliot-post-structuralism-and-criticism.html' title='Eliot, Post-Structuralism, and Criticism'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-7412830700139312931</id><published>2008-01-22T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:18:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Only Connect..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Howard’s End&lt;/u&gt; finally made some of the ideas of Modernism clear from last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the readings had discussed the political issues that Modernism addressed, &lt;u&gt;Howard’s End&lt;/u&gt; brought these issues to the forefront with the intertwining lives of the Schlegels, the Wilcoxes and the Basts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Howard’s End&lt;/u&gt; is addressing the question, as Trilling points out, “Who shall inherit England?” and ultimately, the classes have mixed to the point that there is no way to assign England to one particular class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually, there will be no distinct class separations, creating a social “melting pot” within the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Throughout the novel, there were some repeated themes, phrases, and images that would be helpful to index.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forster attempts to bring the different families together, taking some time to really succeed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, there is Helen Schlegel and Paul Wilcox’s failed romance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next, a friendship develops between Margaret Schlegel and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mrs.&lt;/st1:City&gt; Wilcox.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, the bonds of friendship turned love between Margaret and Mr. Henry Wilcox seals the fate of combined &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forster, however, does not leave out the lower class Basts from the mix.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turns out that Henry has had a sexual encounter with Jacky Bast and Helen Schlegel has one with Leonard Bast, resulting in a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forster has intricately weaved the lives of each of these families/classes in order to answer the ultimate question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Another repetitive aspect of the novel are the telegrams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Schlegels seem to think that the Wilcoxes are always communicating via telegram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea of the “seen” and the “unseen” also repeats itself through the story, as the Schlegels seem to be often preoccupied with the conflict between the material world and the spiritual world (as seen with the idea of Christmas).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Howard’s End&lt;/u&gt; is certainly a good example of modernism and modernity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The encroachment of modernity can be seen with the motor car, thrown into the story line occasionally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the motor does come into play, it is usually taking whomever to something exciting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationships that are formed by the end of the novel are also a good example of modernism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Schlegels and the Wilcoxes living together with the Schlegel-Bast child is reminiscent to the living situation of the Bloomsbury Group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, an unconventional way of living, without looking to the deeper subtext of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, they seem to representative of modernist values.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Forster’s address of gender in the novel is much more subtle than I would have expected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He does not praise feminism, rather he drops in situations where the Schlegel women subvert the cultural norms pressed upon them at the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Margaret defies Charles by jumping out of the motor car, Helen chooses to engage in sexual activity with Leonard, and Mrs. Wilcox is the true owner of Howard’s End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;For me, the form of the novel seems to be built very much like a house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially, when you walk into the door, you are introduced to the characters, but only on a superficial level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Schlegels are located on the top floor of the house, the Wilcoxes on the second floor and the Basts on the main floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually, you reach the basement on your tour and it is there that you really see each of the characters/families for who they are and how they are all fatefully interconnected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-7412830700139312931?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/7412830700139312931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=7412830700139312931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/7412830700139312931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/7412830700139312931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-connect.html' title='&quot;Only Connect...&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4386319302229744965.post-5526109477209938579</id><published>2008-01-14T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:31:13.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Modernism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;        Though nearly a century has passed since the birth of the period "Modernism", the discussion of Modernism's meaning has far from ceased.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as Christopher Reed discusses the binaries of Modernism in his attempt at clarification, critics continue to argue what the Modernists did and did not mean with their respective works (2).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the critical readings assigned this week, each author puts a different aspect of Modernism on the literary table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        Bonnie Kime Scott addresses the role of gender in Modernism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were asked to look over her first piece, "Intro to &lt;i&gt;Gender of Modernism&lt;/i&gt;" as well as her later, reflective piece, "A Retro-prospective on Gender in Modernism".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Considering the living arrangements that the Modernists (particularly the Bloomsbury group) had, I thought that this particular aspect would be very interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is true that there is a lot of focus on women writers at this time, however with the rise of women's rights, it only makes sense that their would be significant focus on their work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aside from this, the clusters that the Modernists arranged themselves in are extremely reminiscent of matriarchal society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a former student of anthropology, I can not help but notice the support, guidance, and love that each of these individuals had for each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as Reed argues, the Modernists were defensive of individuality, but it was in these groups that growth occurred (9).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In Scott's second piece, she immediately dives into the rise of interest in the men of Modernism and the masculinity of the writing during that time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, this second writing hit the nail on the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the mixing of homosexuality and heterosexuality during the Modernist period, the idea of gender can be conflicting - where does masculinity begin and feminism end and is there some third, shaded area that conveys both genders?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The possibility of transsexuality raises some red flags when I consider literature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does this transsexuality make it difficult for the writer to establish his/herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe the shadiness of clear gender takes away from the writer's message or conveyance (which brings up further argument about whether or the not the writer even has one).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel that Scott's second piece was much more unclear than her first and perhaps she is even unsure of her message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        Christopher Reed's "Intro to &lt;i&gt;Bloomsbury Rooms&lt;/i&gt;" was the best article (I thought) of this week's readings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After reading the introduction in the &lt;i&gt;Cambridge Companion to Modernism&lt;/i&gt; (which was a precise overview), I thought Reed's article on "Heroism and Housework" was perfectly modernist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The piece was loaded with binaries, which at first, was confusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can something be active and passive at the same time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, after I continued on, Reed made a very heady, unclear period much more accessible than I had first thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea of domesticity versus heroism was extremely interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that many conceived the Bloomsbury group to be too domestic because their art that was furniture and it seemed that Bloomsbury was rebelling against this idea of domesticity, yet embracing it at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as they were clearly a group, yet they desired to be recognized at an individual level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This constant give and take of Modernism is what is most intriguing to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There seem to be no definitive answers, only hints that lead to more questions and force us to dig deeper to look at the political, social, gender, and class struggles of men, women, and whole civilizations at this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I look forward to experiencing Modernism first hand with the aid of critical readings because just reading these articles have left me clamoring for some sort of tangible story in which to relate it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4386319302229744965-5526109477209938579?l=eeichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5526109477209938579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4386319302229744965&amp;postID=5526109477209938579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5526109477209938579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4386319302229744965/posts/default/5526109477209938579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeichler.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-modernism.html' title='What is Modernism?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121870517196046861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1r37EvyEDzo/R4vMwIK0-mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I5iHxunU2EI/S220/n12715016_7244.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
