Monday, April 2, 2012

Reading Response 1, Week 10

Response to Margaret Atwood's Happy Endings.

This is a fantastic piece. Atwood's approach to fiction qua metafiction (fiction about writing fiction) is very witty and instructive for writers of all ages and disciplines. I would even argue that it is instructive for the existentialist or psychoanalyst. The introduction of multiple plot lines (or trajectories of the story) helps illustrate her point that "the stretch in between" the beginning and end of a story is what is truly invigorating. This stretch is simultaneously elastic and always already open to alterity, simply waiting the endless insertions of "a what and a what and a what". This metacommentary on fiction by Atwood deliberately avoids the effacement of alterity in the plot lines provided, and instead reveals the infinitude of singularities that can be created even with a few characters and a short span of time.

Atwood's fiction qua metafiction rises (albeit subtly) to the level of the philosophical as she reveals that "John and Mary die. John and Mary die. John and Mary die." The inevitability and authenticity of this ending is inescapable for the character and writer, and paradigmatically the human. To put it more finely, Atwood gestures towards a metacommentary on human existence by revealing the obvious, yet disavowed, fact that we all die. This can be read as an encounter with the Real that gets disavowed through ego speech and the play of the Imaginary and Symbolic. Atwood's work throws the reader (and text) into relief, allowing for a temporary break from the Symbolic and descent (or ascent) into the Real. The pre-infantile knowledge of beginning and end as simultaneous banality rushes (breaks) in. Following Atwood's logic qua advice, what should be cherished is that "stretch in between", in other words, the quotidian or the everyday.


Classmate Response 2, Week 10


This revision of the earlier piece (that I commented on, I believe) is a great improvement. The provision of specific descriptors of the image of the mother figure is interesting. The allusion to the abject status of the mother with details such as "wrist chafe" and "chains of those before her" add a level of depth that should be explored further. For a future revision I would suggest that more descriptors be added. Finally, I would recommend drawing parallels between the image of the and the child, if that is where the thrust of the piece lies.

Classmate Response 1, Week 10

Response to Daniel's Junk.

This is really interesting fodder Daniel. I have been thinking lately about the odd nature of cars on the highways. Vehicles seem to exist as living organism speeding by, each with a unique of its own. This raised a few questions for me that may help you use this piece of junk. How can we think of the "truck" as an animal or creature? What part of the truck qua vehicle can we describe as the head? What constitutes the "body" of a vehicle?

Great post!

Calisthenics 1, Week 10

In class character development exercise

I think sometimes that you are the most dangerous person in Amerika, yes with a K. Your face still turns reddish pink when I say that. Your supermodel blond hair runs all the way down to your housewife-after-six-kids hips, shedding like our cats Megatron and Pumpkin who are attention-whores. I love you, yet I despise you, because the way to a man's heart is his belly, and my gut is filled with all your concoctions: Indian chicken curry, cornbread casserole, holiday cookies, and that damn cider. Oh! what a wretch I am! The scarf you knitted last December now hides the hickie on my neck. I wish you wouldn't be so rough. I wish I could run away like Pumpkin did last June. I would get much farther than Carrollton Square. I imagine simply sliding smoothly out the section of the door I cut for the kitties. But, I, we, are stuck here in this vertigo. I pull in a deep breath, with the paprika and nutmeg smacking my nostrils, and pull off the red and yellow scarf. This is like my Auschwitz, your Eternal Treblinka. Wow, I am Fred Hampton in his Chi-Town bed. Oh my god, I am in love with a white MILF again.




Free Entry 1, Week 10

Watuba, Mississippi

Daisy + I pull into Love's
gas station in Watuba, MS,
where 30 years ago
I would have been Emmitt Tilled
for even looking her - my black
2XL shirt protecting the stretchmarks
on her lovehandles - or throwing a smile her way.
She walks ahead into the cookie-cutter Subway,
where a hispanic boy is hiding + seeking his baby sis
under tables + chairs, while I smoke our last Malboro
and count cars fly by on I-95.

Junkyard Quote(s) 1-4, Week 10

"paper that fools the fools"
-Brittney's improv

"When I'm running on empty, I guess they'll leave me behind."
-Michael Kiwanuka, "They say I'm doing just fine"

"When I'm alone, they'll forget me/Won't be coming to find"
-Michael Kiwanuka, ibid

"No Educated person can afford to be ignorant of the Bible"
- President Teddy Roosevelt



Monday, March 19, 2012

Free Entry 2, Week 10

Tortured Virgin

I'm walking to the market in Bethlehem on the red clay paths where the
Nazarene mad man roams, where people dump their excreta.
My stomach hurts like Sheol, so I place use my right hand to hold it
from bottom, spreading my thighs and staggering like blind old Zechariah.
These clay back-roads save me from the jeers of the damned children
who poke my belly singing "Messiah Baby? Whore Mother!"