Friday, May 6, 2011

Favorite Blogs


This was one of my favorite Blog posts because I wrote about a certain chapter in Tim O’Brien’s book that really got to me. It was of him trying to decide whether to go to war, or to run away. It just got to me, because I was a kid who chose the military right out of high school, and I could relate to what he was going through.


This was one of my favorite Blog posts because it opened my eyes to the realities of a modern war with a modern generation. I was horrified in sense to how they treated each other, and how little respect there was for human life, but it was still a very interesting play to read.


I really enjoyed The Handmaids Tale. This was one of my favorite assignments, because I got the chance to write about this totalitarian government and what confused me about it. It also kind of outlined the main idea for my big paper we wrote, so this assignment was just very helpful. 

Reflection

I have really enjoyed being in this English 102 class. I believe I really learned a lot of new material and had the chance to practice what I learned. I think that probably the hardest concept for me to grasp was the idea of literary analysis. I have a hard time doing any sort of analysis; I’m just not the type of person that can easily find the hidden meanings of work. I still tried my best and was able to come up with something. I really enjoyed learning about how summarizing work is not analysis. In high school, the work I had to analyze, I’m pretty sure I just summarized it. I now see a very distinctive difference and will not make that mistake again. If I am doing a analysis, I sometimes still find myself wandering into a summary, but now I can identify what I am doing, and fix it. Also in this class I really enjoyed reading different poems and short stories. The poetry of witness ones were very descriptive and different. The, “Song of Napalm,” by Bruce Weigl was probably my favorite. It was different in its own way, but very enjoyable. I guess the poem can be seen as a very gruesome poem, but I enjoyed it. It was an excellent example of poetry of witness. I really liked reading The Handmaids Tale also. I wish I could have been able to finish the story. I was like 30 pages from the end, when I left it in a bag in my jeep, and the bag was stolen. To be honest, I wasn’t even bummed about the other stuff in the bag; I was bummed because I couldn’t finish the book! I really enjoyed the paper that went along with the book. At first I thought it would be difficult to do, but I found the research very easy to find and comparing the story relatively easy. It was very interesting seeing how this society the Atwood created was alike the Nazi society created by Hitler. Also, book was very interesting just because of the society. The author created this society with her own imagination, and her own twists. It was just interesting reading about how the people lived, and how the government had such control over the citizens. It’s just awesome that Atwood created this society and how realistic it seemed while reading the book.
I believe my writing has changed during this class. For one, I now completely understand how to do in text citations and how to cite different information from different sources. As for my writing style, I think I am stuck in the way I first learned. I utilized outlining in every paper I wrote. I have come to realize that outlines are possibly the best prewriting tool I can use. It works for me. I usually do it on paper, and I sometimes have a hard time figuring out my hand writing, but it still works. I love being able to move things around and kind of see my ideas and how they fit together. If someone else were to come up and try to read my outline, I doubt they could figure it out. My outlines look like a messy web of words and lines and things crossed out. Sometimes I think it’s amazing that I can even use them, but it makes sense to me. I liked how in this class we would post our rough drafts and have someone else look over them. At first, I thought it was kind of weird having someone I’ve never met reading my papers, but I got over that pretty fast. It really helped having someone’s opinion that was totally unbiased and all that. I think this semester my writing has changed. I now write longer, more descriptive introductory paragraphs. It’s just something I picked up and I really like how it is making my papers. I think by doing that, it is giving my writing more of a hook and catching the reader’s attention more quickly. It has been a very good semester in English 102, and I enjoyed every assignment! 

Literary Analysis Powerpoint




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Tim Hunt
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English 102
7 Feburary, 2011
Napalm
            Witnessing something can change a life forever. Certain smells, feelings, and even people can bring memories back that were supposedly forgotten. The truth is, those moments are burned into our minds, they help to mold the person we are. Trying to forget is useless, but learning to live with it is useful.  In Bruce Weigl’s poem, “Song of Napalm,” he speaks of a time he would probably like to forget, in a place he would probably like to forget. His writing includes very graphic and emotional events which makes it a form of poetry of witness. Poetry of witness is written to help describe an emotional and indescribable even, which is seen from the eyes of someone who wishes it would not have happen.
            War is brutal and ugly and is not something people enjoy. It can get you, or other innocent people killed, and can leave emotional damage behind. However often times, it is necessary to fight battles on the ground. In Weigl’s poem, he starts by saying, “After the storm, after the rain stopped pounding” (line 1). Bruce is refereeing to the battle that just ended after a storm of bullets and violence that were raining down on him. He fought for his life and everything he believes in while loud noises pounded away. War changes a person, living with the violence can be difficult. “Okay. The storm stopped pounding. / I am trying to say this straight: for once/ I was sane enough to pause and breathe.” (Weigl, Lines 15-17) The battle already took emotional damage. After the fighting stopped, he still cannot believe it.  Being in a battle and witnessing it is unbelievable. It never stops; it is relived every time he closes his eyes. The fighting was so fast paced and violent, he barely had time to think, let alone breathe. Most people do not like being in situations that are violent, fast, and deadly, certainly, Weigl did not. He participated in an emotional and indescribable event, and was so horrified, that he could not breathe correctly. This poem was written because it was the only way he could describe these events that he did not want to participate in.  As the reader, we are witnessing this event as well. This picture is painted in our imaginations of what Weigl and these soldiers went through. Maybe we will not be affected in the same way as them, but the fighting is relived with every thought.
            Emotional memories stay with you forever and in Weigl’s case, sometimes they never leave, “Still I close my eyes and see the girl/ running from her village, napalm/ stuck to her dress like jelly” (lines 23-25).  This by far is a very emotional event to witness, seeing another person on fire, and not being able to do anything, except watch. The guilt caused must be unbelievable, for it is probably the soldiers on the ground, who caused this to happen. Napalm does not just appear out of thin air. It must be dropped by a plane on a specific location. This is why the storm stopped. A bomb exploded that released a brutal and painful death upon the enemies. The enemies happen to be hiding in a village with innocent people. This girl was probably not an enemy, firing a weapon at the soldiers. She was just there, at the wrong moment, not thinking this could happen to her. “And the girl runs only as far/as the napalm allows/until her burning tendons and crackling/muscles draw her up/ into that final position.” (Weigl, lines 36-40). This adds to the emotional agony all ready experienced by these soldiers. They could not possibly think that the girl could stay up, covered in flame, running forever. The girl must fall just like they must live with this event, which they caused.
            This poem was horrifying, and painful just for me to read. I do not know how someone could live with these events, burned into their mind. I keep imagining, this girl running down the street, flames surrounding her body, like a blanket, with the  napalm dripping off of her as she swats it away, praying that some way, this could be a dream, a very real dream. Her run must come to an end, and she falls. We all know this is the end, as the fire burns her body into its final resting position. I do not think I could live with this event. This is a perfect example of the definition of poetry of witness. This was such an emotional event, I am sure Bruce Weigl does not want to remember it. But that will not stop him, “she is burned into my eyes” (Weigl, line 42). Pain will live forever, and it will be relived every time this poem is read. Weigl shared this event, which we would have otherwise never seen, so that this girl will be burned into the memories of everyone who reads this poem. We are witnessing her end just as the soldiers along with Weigl witnessed her suffering. That is not something we will soon forget.



Works Cited
Weigl, Bruce. “Song of Napalm.” Poetry Foundation. 1999.  7 February, 2011. Web. <http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/print.html?id=171470/>.
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