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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido
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Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. It would be the last time her mom. Would ask her to chop. They said she might not be allowed. To play with the other kids. She kept pinching the boy. Until his skin turned red and started.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: March 2007
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WITH A CONFIDENT AND DETERMINED HAND. With one movement of the hand,. Another piece of clay falls to the floor. After a few more strokes,. A figure begins to appear. Somehow, he always seems to find. The art within the clay. I could never do it. The blob of clay remains a blob. Despite my endeavors to make something beautiful. Even after years of watching,. My hands have failed to imitate his movements,. Or, at least, produce the same result. The problem is, he makes it seem. I could watch him for hours,.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Broido
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Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. A similar thing had happened. When she broke her arm. She fell down hard. But it wasn’t until people gawked. At her arm hanging limply. That she decided to give merit. I am a...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: England
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This is not really related to either of my classes, but it does have to do with my summer class and with me as a person. I just finished booking a flight to London for a week in July. I have been trying to get this trip going for the past 3 years and it is finally. Now it is time to yank my head out of the clouds and get some actual work done. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry. Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Br.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: A dorky dream
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I have been really bad about posting dreams and/or thoughts on class. I guess all of my writing lately has been dedicated toward the paper. I did have a dream last night, however, that was too good not to share:. Looks as though I'll have to wait a little longer to partake in an Austen-dedicated affair! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry. Poem and Response to Lucie Brock-Broido. View my complete profile.
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: April 2007
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Poetry inspired by Jim Harrison and Lucie Brock-Broido. As the knife pierced the flesh. She kept on cutting. It wasn’t until she saw the blood. Mixing with the tomato juice. That she lifted her finger. And stuck it in her mouth. She felt the blood shoot out,. Warm and wet,. It trickled down her throat,. But the finger remained numb. A similar thing had happened. When she broke her arm. She fell down hard. But it wasn’t until people gawked. At her arm hanging limply. That she decided to give merit. On pag...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Response to Jim Harrison
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Response to Jim Harrison. On page 5, “The inside of the eye, vitreous humor, is the same pulp found inside the squid.” - This was just a neat image/analogy. On page 7, “I will never wake up and be able to play the piano.” – I think we have all had thoughts like this about something we want to be able to do but do not want to put all the time in that would be necessary. Secretly, I think we all hope that we would be able to just do something we have always wanted to do. In Kobun on page 31, “The hea...
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: February 2007
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All this talk about dreams being in the underworld made me think of the movie Waking Life. For those of you who has not yet been enlightened by this film, a large part of the film has to do with lucid dreaming, which is when you realize you are dreaming and are able to make decisions while in sleep. When it comes to Hillman, however, I am not sure how to apply this theory. If the dreams belong in the underworld, are we or can we control them? Would Hillman acknowledge this phenomenon of lucid dreaming?
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Jamie's Thoughts on Literature, Dreams, Myth, and Poetry: Poetry
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I am really not happy with this week's poetry. But here it is:. As I lay in my canvas abode. Listening to the waves wash up on shore,. I heard the clip-clop footsteps. Of the approaching animal. With one glance I realized. I was the only one;. My sisters were snuggled and sleeping. Soundly in their sleeping bags,. Finally escaping the itch of the mosquito bites. Laying as still as I could,. I watched the silhouette of the beast. Near our tent until it stopped outside of my open window. In hopes of food.
