love it. i love the northeast clenched-jaw sound of plath's voice. it's like a neat vintage dress with the kind of well-crafted buttons they don't bother to use on clothing anymore.
the images in the video were distracting so i closed my eyes and listened to what i imagined was the sound of crazy. maybe it was the grave and affected quality of her manner of speaking that entertained me. the words seemed important. and then ridiculous. and then meaningful again. the poem seemed painful. as i listened to her i remembered the voices from class and listened to both in my head. shouldn't poetry always be spoken aloud?
glorious! she sounds like my aunt minnie at the country club. I agree with beth. all poetry should indeed be spoken aloud!!! there is something about the last line. cloak of holes. and thosepictures. freaky deaky.
The gothic novel is a genre of 18th and 19th century fiction that concerns itself with fear, mystery, the supernatural, violence, purity, otherness, and the impact of these conceits on its largely female protagonists. Much maligned as a popular or 'low' genre at its inception, the form has nevertheless persisted in its popularity as well as crossed into 'higher' forms of modernism and postmodernism. This course will read three key texts in the gothic mode-Frankenstein, Jane Eyre, and Wuthering Heights-andfollow the ways they are revisited and rewritten by contemporary American and Caribbean novelists. We will look at how these texts subvert the realist leanings of 18th century narrative prose in English-and its assumptions of enlightenment rationalism-by way of two main processes: narrative hypertrophy and feminist versions of horror. Additionally, we will take up select contemporary criticism on the gothic in literature, film, and art.
love it. i love the northeast clenched-jaw sound of plath's voice. it's like a neat vintage dress with the kind of well-crafted buttons they don't bother to use on clothing anymore.
ReplyDeletethe images in the video were distracting so i closed my eyes and listened to what i imagined was the sound of crazy. maybe it was the grave and affected quality of her manner of speaking that entertained me. the words seemed important. and then ridiculous. and then meaningful again. the poem seemed painful. as i listened to her i remembered the voices from class and listened to both in my head. shouldn't poetry always be spoken aloud?
glorious! she sounds like my aunt minnie at the country club.
ReplyDeleteI agree with beth. all poetry should indeed be spoken aloud!!!
there is something about the last line. cloak of holes.
and thosepictures. freaky deaky.