Monday, September 30, 2013

Blog Entry # 3


Domenick D’Angelo                                                                                                D’Angelo 1
ENG 102
Professor Smith

"I Felt A Funeral in My Brain" by Emily Dickinson

On December 10, 1830, an American poet named Emily Dickinson was born in Amherest, Massachusetts. She passed away on May 15, 1886 at the young age of fifty-six. I am a huge fan of Dickinson and her writing style, recently I discovered she wrote a poem that I haven’t read yet, until now. “I Felt A Funeral in My Brain,” has become one of my new favorite pieces of literature. Dickinson is able to convey such strong emotions beautifully into words, something I try to aspire to do.

In Dickinson’s first stanza of this poem, she symbolizes that the “funeral” her brain is experiencing is in fact a situation the speaker is going through and is making the speaker feel overwhelmed to the point that he/she has shut off their brain. The “mourners” Dickinson refers to the loved ones of the speaker trying to get through to him/her and comfort them in their time of need. The “service” is in fact a gathering of the speaker and his/hers loved ones discussing the speaker’s situation. The speaker’s heart beats faster and faster, which Dickinson refers the speaker’s heart as a loud “drum.” The “box” is a symbol of the speaker’s situation. The situation has been discussed between the speaker and his/hers loved ones and now the loved ones have finally gotten through to their beloved speaker.
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The two words “funeral” and “brain” stuck out to me the most in this poem for many reasons. I feel that Dickinson purposely capitalized the first letter of those two words for emphasis and to think differently when viewing those two words out of our daily context of them. Funerals, in most cases give a person closure after losing a love one. Brain represents life, without brain activity are we as people actually living? The things the brain goes through correspond to the life experiences we as people endure on a daily basis.

Personally, I believe this poem is about the death of a situation a person is going through. By having a “funeral” of a situation, one has acknowledged the situation, assessed solutions to the situation and now they’re putting their situation to rest. Having a funeral gives people closer whether they see it at first or not. Knowing that your loved one, or in the poem’s case a situation is in a sense packaged in a box that you are able to go back to and asses one’s life changes the entire concept of “not being there” a whole lot bearable


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Blog Entry # 2

Spooks

There's a goblin at my window,
A monster by my door.
The pumpkin at my table
Keeps on smiling more and more.
There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,
A witch whose face is green.
They used to be my family,
Till they dressed for Halloween.
- by Sandra Liatsos

I chose this poem, because Halloween and all things associated with it truly intrigue me in a way no other holiday does. The weather, the festivities, dressing up and having a connection to one of the many beings of the supernatural. Witches, goblins, ghosts, werewolves, vampires and the list can go on. Contrary to popular belief, I do not believe that Halloween is a demonic, devil's holiday. I do however believe that Halloween is a powerful day. I think it's the day that our world and the world beyond somehow overlap each other, and all things that do not seem possible in this one particular day nothing is impossible.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Blog Entry #1

"Original Sin: A Short Story."



Originally, I thought the short story was about a person being homesick because they had just went away for college. After our class discussions, my classmates had multiple interpretations of the same short story. Listening to their interpretations,  I can see through their perspectives of why they interpreted the short story. Now I feel so confused as to what this short shorty was originally intended to be. Professor Smith has explained that no answer is right or wrong, and that reassures me and now I am no longer in a state of confusion.