Friday, August 8, 2008

goodness gracious

Hi everybody,

We're all going to meet up in about an hour for the last time. The test shouldn't be bad.  It's hard to forget about the crazy things we talk about in class either way, which will be the bulk of the questions I imagine.  Anyhow, its been real, and its been fun.  And its been really fun. Thanks to everyone for making this the quirkiest and most awesome english class I've ever been a part of. All the best to you guys and whatever future endeavors are to come.  Until we perhaps meet again by coincidence.  Chances are one in three after all.

Dominique

Thursday, August 7, 2008

to think of a good title for the entree (or paper) that already has a title...

Her Expectations: A Survival Guide

Perhaps as is the case with each and every individual on some level, so it similarly goes for a particular young lady by the name of Matilda, that the will to live and live well is a deep seeded need at the very core of our being. Whether this is always accomplished is another matter, but it is the expectation of ourselves to strive at successfully carrying on that is relevant within this discussion. The character Matilda, who is referred to from the novel Mr. Pip by Lloyd Jones, is a prime example of how despite the incessantly encountered tribulations from a journey called life, survival is innately within us. We thereby expect it of ourselves to do what is necessary in facing this issue and its various untamed forms. Despite our preferences, each and every kind of event may come at us right and left like bullets without a warning and at any time. It is how we deal with them that defines in large part the people that we truly are. And how it is we are defined plays a significant role in what might be called our overall stability of self and acceptance of fulfillment. In her encountering the highs and lows of life, Matilda plays the fictitious yet crucial role of one who chooses her survival through the methods providing her with the greatest possibility for a meaningful existence, something we can all learn from.

As a member of a community on the island Bougainville, off the coast of Papua New Guinea during the time of a civil war, Matilda is subjected to one atrocity after another. As a young girl in the midst of a difficult situation, it is natural that she clings to the first opportunity providing a mental escape, which plays a key role in her survival at this time. Here enters the eternally affecting Mr. Watts and his mysterious ways that will forever be with Matilda throughout her years both on and off of the island. As the only teacher figure available to Matilda and the other children, it is he who provides the material that may be used to avert attention from whatever hardships lay about. So it is the story from Charles Dickens known as Great Expectations that becomes the central source for learning and the distracting of Matilda’s desperate mind. With this story, she discovers an effective psychological retreat that carries her through until other methods of survival become required of her. But for a significant period of time, it is through a great work of fiction that gives shelter and allows Matilda’s expectations of herself and from life to continue in their evolution, as she grows as an individual. In finding a friend, a world and a home outside her own, she successfully moves on to find herself in new cycles and phases of a very particular journey.

While enduring the last few obstacles the island has to offer, Matilda encounters a much more dramatic reality the expectations of survival must be met with. After the death her mother, Mr. Watts, along with countless others from her village, Matilda is left with a memorable numbness that threatens her will for life most significantly. While she is walking through an increasingly thunderous rain, drained of any hope for escape to a different beginning, there comes the final test before descent from the land of rebels and redskins. Caught in a raging flood, it is a concrete physiological survival that is now required of her. And in the moments of expected death, she finds the will to fight for air to be restored in her lungs. When we think of survival, it is perhaps this distinct line between life and death that is most obvious. And while this certainly is a prominent component of the vast array, and one in which Matilda needed to experience, it is not the only form and perhaps not even the most important. After winning the physical struggle for life against the flood, it is almost as if she is immediately rewarded for her efforts by the boat that will essentially lead her onto a new life, away form all she has ever known up to that point.

Matilda re-meets her father in Australia where begins her search for a piece of her that appears to be missing. An incompleteness remains from the trauma now thousands of miles behind her, and in order for her continued survival it is information she seeks out. An education is what must be had in order to make progress that will mend the scars that have been laid upon her. To accomplish any kind of fulfillment, it is only to continue what she started that will suffice. To make further sense of what kept her going on the island is almost a tribute to those now deceased who were connected to it. So beginning with the story about a boy called Pip, Matilda encroaches upon the world of Mr. Dickens and his extensive literature. The tools needed to emerge into the world of learning have been acquired from the classroom once occupied with by Mr. Watts and the other children she had called friends. At this point where she is surrounded by a different kind of society, to learn is to live and therefore to survive. It appears to be the next necessary step forward. It might not have made sense at the time, but while Matilda fills her mind with all of the material she can get from higher education, she is simultaneously striving for a kind of unnamable truth; a greater meaning of who she is and what does in fact define her. This educational phase of many years is necessary for her later understanding of what it is that matters most, and could possibly constitute the answer for her ultimate survival and peace of mind.

One can become as informed and educated as possible, reading all of the books and doing all of the research, but still hit a dead end. Here Matilda emerges into a hole that for her leads to a depressive state, in which the only way out of is not within the already mastered academic world, but somewhere deeper inside of herself. She has met the challenges of many prior instances and in turn risen to the occasion so that the journey may continue. But at this point Matilda is now facing the biggest challenge of all. She finds that after making all of the possible motions that might lead to her eventual relief from days long behind her, there is nothing left to do and yet the hole inside of her is bigger than ever. And then out of her now well-developed sense of survival, she discovers a truth that had been beyond her for far too long. Her own individual voice that had once been noted by an old teacher as more important than anything, suddenly comes to mind. It is not other people, authors or characters that hold the key to her salvation, but the one and only story pertaining to none other than herself that suddenly becomes more relevant than anything else. And in this final act of survival instincts, Matilda begins to write. She writes the most sincere and real truth she has inside of her. And from all of the previous experience that has led her to this profound revelation, or rather an epiphany of sorts, the ultimate key to her being and continuing on, is finally discovered.

Monday, August 4, 2008

so, right

The last lecture was today? Really?  But I don't understand, it's too soon.  This makes me nervous, and I just don't think I know what I'm going to do.  No not really.  I don't know why I said that. So, right.  Wrapping things up I see.  It is almost completely dark while I sit here in a lawn chair on my flat top roof with my trust macbook looking over the treetops of bozeman. Evenings really are pretty nice in the summer here.  I'm actually wearing a sweatshirt and not suffocating or on the verge of heat exhaustion.  The moon looks like a waxing crescent, maybe. I'm trying to recall 9th grade earth science and all of the glorious phases there are for the moon to be in.  I really didn't love that class, pretty dull actually. Not at all like what I've subjected myself to for this second half session in familiar Wilson hall. I think I'll miss it a little bit.  The Monday, Wednesday, Friday routine I've become accustomed to from 12:30 to 2:30.  Definitely a different kind of experience.  The wind has just mad away with some of my papers. I'll be right back... Anyway, so. A paper, presentation and a test.  I'm glad we did outlines, that should make this easier.  But that's it.  Three more things to check off on the eng 123 list and bon voyage. I was considering mentioning something from my notes but it's too dark to read them and I don't feel like going inside.  So until next time when we can all undergo one last presentation.  Should be interesting, as always. Ciao.    

Friday, August 1, 2008

hmmmm

It's funny how my approach to blogs and overall feeling of them has evolved over the past few weeks.  At first, I had no idea what to write about, and thought the only things that could be put down were highly witty, intelligent, and impressive (even though they never were).  But now it's not so stressful.  Still definitely a hassle to sit down and make myself do most of the time, but I start without having the vaguest idea of what I am going to say and something still comes out.  I like it better that way. It's just a blog after all.  That word didn't even exist a few years back.  

So we watched the rest of the Importance of Being Earnest, which I found surprisingly entertaining.  The more modern version that was done really isn't that bad either if you're into that sort of thing.  Parallels between Oedipus and Earnest continue to be made.  Both of them were foundlings and consequently orphans throughout their lives.  Neither really know the whole truth of who they are for the majority of their adulthood in fact.  While one is comedic and one tragic, this alone can bring them together as was pointed out today.  Life is suffering according to Buddhaic traditions.  There is a lot of truth to that, however pessimistic it may sound.  However out of the most sorrowful of sorrows comes none other than the unexpected humor. Laughter emerges when all hope seems lost and there is no way out.  But alas, through this newfound comedy comes a kind of relief, a new perspective permitting us to let go and cease our position as a the victim.  How unlikely it is that two completely different emotional circumstances could actually provoke one another.  Opposites attract in many ways it seems. 

The two stories are well known and liked by many despite their dramatically different endings. Whether it is gorged out eyeballs or multiple lovers embracing, there is something to take from each.  Reading about tragedy puts things in an important perspective.  Without the ability to see the world in a tragic sense, we are ignorant to the full truth reality has to offer. Pain and suffering, at least in this world, are a necessary and inevitable part of the how things go. Comedy is not lost either, even with the multiple burdens we carry.  Perhaps it is with tragedy that makes comedy so funny.  We want to laugh and be happy as a distinct slap in the face to that of the tragic (and vice versa).  If we have to endure the morbid and awful parts, then when the time comes to find humor we will.  And with the experience of the polar opposite, that humor and joy will be amplified and appreciated in an entirely different way.  It seems likely that one cannot exist without the other.  It is a roller-coaster ride of feelings and emotions that each and every is subject to.  The distinction should be appreciated so  the difference might be noticed and we can reflect for ourselves which is preferable and why.  

Defining ourselves by what we do, or our professions.
Common unhappiness vs. hysterical misery.
All memories are still somewhere in our unconsciousness. 
We know everything about ourselves, but also about everyone else through the collective consciousness. 
We are only here for the moment anyway.
Classic are especially contemporarily relevant.
Tragedy in terms of its formality and generality.
People make comedy.  The more people produced, the more comedy.  
Plot: methos.  What is necessary to make the play.
Ideas of knowing and not knowing who you are.  What is it that defines who you are?
What tit means to give up on God.
theodicy- vindication of divine attributes
anagnorises - (in ancient Greek tragedy) the critical moment of recognition or discovery, esp. preceding peripeteia.