well, joe and i have been working on a project-type thing for college prep english and since it's due on monday, we must communicate via this forum...email is just a pain in the ass. seeing how joe didn't start the thread yet, i decided to. yay. anyway...this is the poem mrs o gave us to read/analyze/present...
On the Amtrak from Boston to New York City The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look, look at all the history, that house on the hill there is over two hundred years old, ' as she points out the window past me
into what she has been taught. I have learned little more about American history during my few days back East than what I expected and far less of what we should all know of the tribal stories
whose architecture is 15,000 years older than the corners of the house that sits museumed on the hill. 'Walden Pond, ' the woman on the train asks, 'Did you see Walden Pond? '
and I don't have a cruel enough heart to break her own by telling her there are five Walden Ponds on my little reservation out West and at least a hundred more surrounding Spokane,
the city I pretended to call my home. 'Listen, ' I could have told her. 'I don't give a sh it about Walden. I know the Indians were living stories around that pond before Walden's grandparents were born
and before his grandparents' grandparents were born. I'm tired of hearing about Don-fu cking-Henley saving it, too, because that's redundant. If Don Henley's brothers and sisters and mothers and father hadn't come here in the first place
then nothing would need to be saved.' But I didn't say a word to the woman about Walden Pond because she smiled so much and seemed delighted that I thought to bring her an orange juice
back from the food car. I respect elders of every color. All I really did was eat my tasteless sandwich, drink my Diet Pepsi and nod my head whenever the woman pointed out
another little piece of her country's history while I, as all Indians have done since this war began, made plans for what I would do and say the next time
somebody from the enemy thought I was one of their own.
Sherman Alexie
-- Edited by antidisestablishmentarianism at 11:24, 2007-02-16
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Quite frankly i thought it was more or less about the author's anger that people only focus on their culture, alhough there are ones out there that are 5X older and richer.
Arcadium wrote: Quite frankly i thought it was more or less about the author's anger that people only focus on their culture, alhough there are ones out there that are 5X older and richer.
ignorance. self-centered, self-righteous ignorance. people only see the good their society has done. sort of a satirical humor... also, i like how the poem verses are split up...mid-sentence, like the rhythm on an amtrak train, but i can't figure out any rhythm in how each line is broken off...idk
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ahh! quotes! my worst enemy!!! i write a perfectly good paper and then have to ruin the flow of thought by sticking in ****ing quotes! yeah...sry.. well joe, we'd better at least write down some notes or something to hand in so she can't tell how much we're going to bs our way through the presentation...
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i hate it when teachers require you to have a certain page limit or that you have to have quotes or a certain point must be raised, while at the same time having voice. I would like to one day say "Hey, my writing style doesn't say that that is needed in this paper, so why the hell do I have to have it." Any smart person could tell if you BSed it into it. How boring is it to have a good, witty paper that perfectley brings up what you want to say, then have to BS your way through 3 more pages, while adding some quotes from some dead guy, just to make sure you have the "requirements" of a good paper. Then, some teacher makes you have multiple sources, so you have to add some other useless info from a useless book, so you don't get docked points for having enough resources, when the one book you found has EVERYTHING you need. If I was a teacher, I would say "Write me a paper, if it's good, you get an A." Not, "If you have 5 pages, 3 quotes, 17 sources, and a purple dragon you get an A." That is why Creative Writing is a awesome class. YOU CAN ACTUALLY WRITE ABOUT STUFF INSTEAD OF WRITING ABOUT NOTHING!!
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antidisestablishmentarianism wrote:well joe, we'd better at least write down some notes or something to hand in so she can't tell how much we're going to bs our way through the presentation...
ignorance. self-centered, self-righteous ignorance. people only see the good their society has done. sort of a satirical humor... also, i like how the poem verses are split up...mid-sentence, like the rhythm on an amtrak train, but i can't figure out any rhythm in how each line is broken off...idk
joe--think of some ideas, write them down...make it sound like it took hours of intense thought to discover such ideas, and i'll attempt to do the same...
sometimes i really wish i had dropped this class..
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