Series of Blogs, Pt. IV: Emily Dickinson

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"I heard a fly buzz" was the title we were taught as young tykes in school, although now I find out that these poems have no titles; they are simply numbered. I stuffed 700 bags full of Peoria Visitor Guides and FOLEPI guides today, so I feel as if my brain has been numbed and I will pass out if I do not have dinner. If I don't happen to make any sense, please forgive me.
Basically, what Dickinson's trying to say is that the final moments of this person's life were spent in making a will and then being interrupted by a darn fly. And what in the world is an "...uncertain- stumbling Buzz?" It sounds like the fly was possessed or something.

Good night!

Series of Blogs, Pt. III: Walt Whitman

I remember reading some pieces of Whitman's poetry in grade school and high school, but was never exposed to the entire piece of Song of Myself. Wow! I now know what I've been missing all of these years.
I can understand why those who first read Whitman's poetry were shocked. There are some pretty graphic and um...interesting descriptions in here. Also, the manner in which he jumps from the baby sleeping to a murder really catches one's attention and keeps the reader on edge to see what he sees after that. His want of the unificiation of all people would have been interesting to discuss at the time period. I wonder what the former plantation owners and sharecroppers would have thought of that...

Series of Blogs, Pt. II: Margaret Fuller

I didn't have the opportunity to discuss Margaret Fuller. She was one of the first feminists, and quite frankly, as strange as the modern feminists. Though I am a woman, I do not agree with many of the feminist movements, as I believe the idea that a woman can do everything a man can do is a load of hogwash, thus I do not agree with many of Fuller's points she makes in her work. Maybe it is because I have less of a modern perspective than most.
In her work "The Great Lawsuit: Man versus Men, Woman versus Women," she says, "Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But, in fact, they aer perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman." (1656) This makes a good point for some men being called Mama's boys, but what about those who are girly-girls or men who really act like men? And what makes a man not so masculine?
Hmm...

Short Blog, Pt. I

Elizabeth Drew Stoddard's Lemorne versus Huell leaves the reader feeling somewhat confused. It almost reminds me of Breakfast at Tiffany's, in a way, where the constant question is, "Is she or isn't she?," which is constantly asked of George Peppard's character; and he, as I'm sure many of the readers of this tale, don't know how to respond to that question.
Margaret seems to me to be a woman who truly is a slave to her station, or her place in society. She really has no choice over what she does in life; everything is either decided for her, or the "other choice" really isn't a choice at all. Her meetings with Mr. Uxbridge do not seem to be guided by chance, but rather by the meddling Aunt Eliza. I really do think that she should stick to minding her own business.

I also found their romance to be artificial and more planned than anything else.

That's all for now. My brain is still fried from the paper, so the following blogs may not make much sense.