Saturday, April 28, 2007

mourir est un art et comme tout d'autre je le fais exceptionnellement bien

I've been working on my recitation stuff all day. But after a while, I decided I needed a break so I started work on my American Lit paper. Albet, my prof was absolutly awesome and said I could have an extention if I need one...but I'm gonna try not to need one. I mean, if i get it solid enough to pass in on Thursday then there really is no excuse for me not to. But, that's only if it's tight. After rocking the first paper (despite my freakouts), I have to do really well on this one....cuz like now my prof knows that I'm not completly incompitant and I'd like to maintain that standard...

Anyways...I'm actually having a lot of fun with this paper. I've realized, if I care about a topic (or if not care, at least am mildly interested in it), its so much easier to write. I found this really cool critic, Janet Buell, who says at one point that Dickinson's fear of death lead her to turn to poetry because its very nature made it immortal. I can see that, I mean her family was deeply religious and the fire & brimstone dogma of the Puritan faith didn't leave any room for questions about the afterlife. The critic goes on to note at one period of Dickinson's poetry, presumibly after the death of her brother, she shifts the focus of a lot of her work towards deathbed manner. Dickinson was able to find beauty in death...even if beauty itself was murderous device.

I didn't really start analyzing my Plath critisisms yet, but just for the hell of it I reread my primary texts. The weirdest thing happened though. As I was looking at Lady Lazarus and got to "Dying/ Is an art, like everything else,/ I do it exceptionally well", in my head, I instantly translated it to the French. Weird. I mean, yay for being fluent but I wasn't even doing anything ieven somewhat related to France earlier today...aside from having a really good glass of Pinot Blanc. Maybe it's just my subconscious telling me that I am in dire need of some Parisian snootyness this summer...if only for a weekend.

Honistly, I haven't even began to look at the criticisms for my third text-- Daisy Miller: A Study by Henry James. I mean, I skimmed them but haven't really delved into them yet. I figure...I'll check them out later and knock out some flashcards for each source. If I have energy or need a break from terrorism theory, I can always write a bit after I have the cards done and somewhat organized. Aim to have at least 3-4pages by 3am to shoot off to my prof for some feedback. Finish up the rest of it tomorow during my recitation breaks. Then just spend the rest of the week focused on the language.

See...I got this. NO FREAKOUTS this time!!!!!

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