'On the Fifth of May' ~ Poems

If I understand what exactly is going on---First impressions, my lens, I was bias to the fact of American Women writing for the Mexican Men, and the American Women's poems are the ones whom are remembered and glorified, vs. the Mexicans' poems, whose were lost. That pretty much kicked the poems to a lower notch before I even read them. After reading them, still didn’t like them—nope, I wasn’t impressed. Though I can say I appreciate the fact of their being—if it really takes a white woman to ‘passionately’ write about a significant war that happened right next door of the borderline, in order for a thick skinned American to pay any never-mind—then so be it. I found myself confused with some of the poems, with their significance to the war, even after reading from the Wikipedia site. Although when I read one or two of the poems, I at least chuckled, the reason is the ridicules behaviors of the American community. It reminds me of a white American male standing on a street corner holding a picket sign that reads ‘these eyes see no color difference’ (the phrase it close to something like that)

Hey Pfouts, have you seen 'kiss of the spider women' it has Raul Julia guy in it from The Adam's Family, and William Hurt who was in 'Children of a Lesser God' well they're in Mexico, or South America, and there was a war going on I wonder if it happened ot be this one or another one, maybe made up, just curious

Women in the 19th century

Lucy Nelson or, the Boy Girl: A story about a girl who had interests in the active lifestyle boys grew up in, and insisted on unconsciously living out the mischievous way, although her parents decided that wasn't so good. I was not found of this story, on the contrary, I didn't grow up in the same time period, but if it were now, my opinion would be: she should be allowed to indulge herself in the boyish activities because that is which she enjoys. That is how the 'gender roles' came to be anyhow, right? Although I must agree with her parents' punishment to the decree that Lucy did do some acts that weren't acceptable for the boys--but that's what makes boys boys--but there were some rambunctiously deeds that would have been best to avoid. After looking over the situation, i figured Lucy's parents were kind ones, and understanding. they withheld much of the behavior of hers (especially since the time being had high expectations of being a lady or a gentlemen for the correct gender) and the parents also handled the fact boys will be boys and allowed their hyperactivities, therefore the more i consider it, the more i feel in agreement with Lucy's parents, and that the punishment was an exceptionable one. I say it was exceptionable because Lucy was able to agree, then see where maybe....she was wrong and understand how she had been acting.

The Count and the Cousin: A story of a man who plays a trick on his young female cousin whom he has fallen for, well this story definitely shows some women roles in the 19th cent. One point that has stuck into my mind is a line in the story which struck a connection.
The line:

'The Count intently watched the play of her eloquent features and then, as if he divined the tumult of her feelings, suddenly changed the topic to one of deeper interest'

This quote shows how men had a certain 'duty'--more or less--an 'obligation' to psychological control the women and flatter her and observe and analysis her, then manipulated them to their desires. In Miss Grief, the main, main character, whom is male, also speaks also speaks of flattering women, and at one point said something such as 'Ms. (I forgot her name) did something very unusual,' or something of the sort. The point being he (main character) was analyzing the movements and reactions of this women, in fact, at another point he said something such as: 'I do always enjoy the psychology of Ms (still don't remember her name' --or something of the sort, coarse, this is my interpreted memory of it, not it quoted exactly.

The point is this whole mentality women being puppets of men, and that's what's proper, if a woman of that time was not so, they would be considered improper, ill mannered or poor. Women went along with it knowingly or unknowingly. Connecting to Lucy's situation--in the case of Lucy, the female youth are taught to be quiet and respectful, speak when spoken to, do as told with no questions asked, as womanhood comes on the same is expected, except, the 'spoken to' part is done in silent manipulative requests. Though in the case with Lucy, I think she will grow up respectful with a colorful mind which is brightly educated and opinionated. This can be good for men who want a more complicated puzzle to plan, vs. an un-challenging--easily predicted one. That's all my brain is really pooping out right now.

Yesterday (FEB) was my birthday :)

'The Count and the Cousin' ~prediction

Well, the count 'Pfeiffenhammer' (I think that 1st 'f' happens to be silent) deffinalty got his cousin to be fooled, but she was dimming as time moved on, and she doesn't fancy him as much, plus her falther really wants her to go with an American, so her light is slowy nearing off. She'll propbably be delighted to see her Uncle allthough she may be shocked she might build up a strong feel again towards the count, being someone she knows and whom is American, apparantly a wealthy one at that. Even thought things ended looking down, I think she's going to want to be with him, though it is possible the one entering the room is someone to tell her the count is dead, or she'll be in such shock that she was fooled by her cousin, that she'll drop and die.

Sypathy ~activity~ reaction

Sympathy:

A poem, revealing a known truth to the surface of our ongoing life of oppressing upon one another. A poem, a request to open your eyes, even your heart, accepting the facts of nature, agreeing to the feelings which one suppresses, suppresses with out realization, they do it because they were raised that way. It reminds me of a theory I’ve observed—Ageism—some how it started, but an ongoing pattern developed and continued to exorcise itself. A child is born into a family, and raised, asks questions, and from so many of the elders ‘you understand when your older’ and how does the kid feel, well they want to grow up and experience what their elders are, get in on the experience, generally youngsters don’t like to just wave to happenings and understandings as they pass by. Then the child also goes through older being more privilege, then the child wish to be older and have such privileges, they want to be involved in what is going on in life, everyone tells them ‘how good they have it, when to them, they’re missing out . Then comes with hormones or watching relationships, then wanting them and going through puberty, but is made fun of through the process, even though everyone is going through it. Then when talking to people while the child is in Jr. high or high school, is maybe not verbally abused, but the tone the interrogator puts out is intimidating and then the child wishes to be older and they keep on waving bye to more and more years of their lives waiting for an age they will be respected and listened to. College finally comes but then people whom have careers look down upon you, and you’re struggling with competition grades. There is always peer pressure of fitting in or being able to drink and to drive. The child finally gets settled into the career and marriage—but the one whom they love is never the right aged with one family or the ever, ‘the in-laws’, the pressure of being stable enough to have a baby but being young is to be considered inexperienced, then the child really embraces the years they spent to gain respect and the grandma’s and grandpa’s of the time always view them selves superior when they are jealous of your youth will the child is busy with the fact they are jealous of those below them and how nice their lives are since they have no responsibilities. Time doesn’t stop and your now the grandma who has done plenty terrorism to themselves and the next generation. Then all is down the drain and what is left is to but to boast of our ‘well dones’.

Of course I speak very generally and as far as details are concerned, I don’t think I remembered all my points; hopefully you got the ‘spray of my ocean’.

This poem points out her patterns ‘hey we all poop, and if you don’t then you need medical help’ yet in this society, it is not excepted, pooping is very private and no one should ever know you’ve passed such sin. This poem steps aside from the ego and gives the blatant truths which are sot as embarrassments and imperfection on our lives and well beings of survival.

I’m going to stop there—hope I wasn’t overly repetitive.

'Miss Grief' by Mary Wilkins Freeeman

“Miss Grief” ~my reaction~

Wow, such a touching story. I smiled and laughed, and felt saddened, but knew the sad parts had to come, so I wasn’t as sad to break to tears. It was more accepted and apart of life. Quite a nice story. Again it had two women in it, but their relationship didn’t seem to be as strong as the others, in the sense that the one one women was solitary and alone and hones her aunt to help her, but thaty didn’t seem to be as close to one another as in the ‘Long Arm’ and ‘Two Friends’. I wonder if this is the way she felt (author) unknown, sad, and, lonely, but had a women friend by her side. Again similar to the ‘Long Arm’ and ‘Two Friends’ there is old age, and the playing around of death and loneliness. Unlike the other two stories, there is not as prominent deception of one woman stopping a relation with a man, instead the women supports her and walks with her to the man’s house. As I said not a huge love relation, more of a supportive and secluded—both the women don’t seem to be open to one another.

Overall, I liked it and wished to hear more.

Activities for the native Ameriacan stories,'phase 2'

The Ruffed Face Girl~activity
Good story, it was cute and 'dreamy' a classic fariy tale.
Diary entry form the perspective of the sister of the invisible man.

Jan 4th,
Those ragged sisters came by again, this time they challenge my athority to marry my brother, it was nothing more than I expected, even though they were all painted up nicely, thier souls reeked from 26feet away. they were no good, and they came togeter, what did they both expect to marry the guy? if They indeeded had past ehe test I think they'be be fighting the rest of their days with jealosy. They were bad bussiness, but i played along with it. One can never show or tell someone else their faults, they must see them theirselves, even though there was little hope to their improvement, it was still a treat to watch them struggle for ansers as they looked at each other, and they definatly beat themselves over when i sat them down in the geust chairs, my brother got a kick out of it. After thay ran out we sat around the fire and poked fun at the faces they left with, although we were no better than their lies doing such.
-over and out
June 23rd
the most beautiful girl cma by today, i was so excited, her eyes twinkeled, she had a magnificant ora of light all around her that the air felt lightened and sweater. I'm glad she came, I did not need to test her, but I put her to the challengen in all fairness, my brother and her will have many happy years to come, we are fortunate to be graced with her presance. She is a golen butterfly. And now I can finally fufill my long awaited career of making dream catchers.
-over and out

The Falcon and the Duck~activity
This was a bit of a disappointment of a story, but a better moral then what it ridiculously gave would be: 'Do not brag for the fladderment of your ego'. Which reminds of a Dr. Seuss story about a bear and a rabbit who argue whom is better, but that is beside the point.

"These Shoes of mine" ~activity

"This Dog of mine"

My family only ever had one pet dog, he was nice and didn't bark, but he had to go
but low and be hold, then came you
From my grandma you are, you replaced the bunny she got me many years before you
Why is it you were able to replace her?
I suppose the bunny wasn't comfortable to sleep with, as you are
A name, nope, I just call you doggy, I've other name such a Bernard
But they don't quite fit you as well as 'doggy' so simple and sweet, cuddly like you
You've always allowed a shoulder for me cry, you always listen with no objections
You lay on my bed and wait for me all day long,
sometimes stretched out with your belly venerable for my personal laying
You've always been by my side, ready to sacrifice yourself, remember when I got lice
That was your first bath, I was afraid you would no longer be as soft and cuddly
But you still were, your fur just had a bit more character after that,
Your eyes finally started to show, since your fine coat turned more into soft dreadlocks
but dreadlocks are in style, you look dandy.
Hey remember when we saw you on Donnie Darko? More or less it was your brother, because he was a different color, but still--it was neat.
Above all, it's very nice your still around to cover my eyes when the sun peaks through in the morning, or as an extra pillow, and you don't mind.
Ode to my stuffed animal doggy.

Short on Law and Order

Unfortunatly it is sideways, but I got it posted. the writing on the top says the section of text I took it from: "He was going to say more to me but saw that La Brie, though rolled up in his blankets, was watching us with his beady eyes" This is from the A. Garcia text we read--case you forgot.