Prufrock and Sherwood

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot and Winesburg, Ohio,  both share the common theme of loneliness. Many of Sherwood's characters find themselves lonely as well as the speaker in "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." To start, in Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson, Wing Biddlebaum is lonely and wants to be with people but is scared to reach out because of his haunting past of being exiled from the town he teaches in. Because of his fear, he stays in his dilapidated house outside of town. He still watches the "berry pickers" (Sherwood 9) with enough space in between them that he doesn't have to converse with them. The speaker in "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," like Wing, has learned from the past and has "known them all already" (Eliot 49).  The speaker knows that he or she has already been presented with the issue yet he or she has a hard time figuring out how to not make the same mistake again. It also sounds a little sassy to me the way it is said. It's like when a teacher says something in class, and then someone asks about it immediately afterwards. Then the class looks at that person like "Hello? Are you dumb?" In the end, both lonely and wanting to be a part of society.
The two works are different in how the speaker and Alice Hindman thinking about their lives. Alice is "dreaming an impossible dream" (Sherwood 109) which relates to the speaker and his or her wondering and questioning, "And how should I presume?" (Eliot 61). They are both struggling with the fact that they aren't sure where to go. Alice knows what she wants but knows she won't get it. She knows she can't reach it no matter what happens. On the other hand, the speaker doesn't know exactly what he or she should do and is looking for the path to the little bit of happiness he or she can get in the last years of his or her life.
Lastly, in the end of the love song, the speaker says, "Till human voices wake us, and we drown" (Eliot 131). It really reminds me of how the characters in Winesburg, Ohio are grotesque. The grotesques are drowning in other's opinions and mistakes. The other people in Winesburg are influencing certain people as they grow older before they become grotesque. However, it's kind of backwards. I know I'm not supposed to refute myself but I can't decide which side I'm on. In Winesburg, Ohio, the characters are trying to help George Williard by sharing their experiences so he does not become a so called grotesque. However, if he does not experience the mistakes first hand, he cannot learn. That's where I am confused. You are drowning in the voices, yet you are learning. Drowning has bad connotations. When you drown, you typically die. Yet, if we compare it to George Williard, he's learning. But is he learning from the bad in others?? Not sure.

Seas of Yellow

Daffodils
William Wordsworth

Robinson, Mark. Daffodil field in South East Cornwall. 2009.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.      


I love love LOVE this poem. Mainly because it remind me of the spring time at my grandparents farm. I don't know how, but there are daffodils everywhere. Literally everywhere--in little patches, big patches, and sometimes even just one or two. It's so pretty and calming to look out and see a sea of yellow and orange. When I read "Daffodils" by William Wordsworth, I remember the spring and walking around the pastures and just being overtaken by all the daffodils. The farm has always been a place where I can go to so I can escape the world--even if it's just for a few hours. The speaker feels the same way. First of all, the speaker says he or she feels as "lonely as a cloud." When I look into the sky, I usually don't see just one single cloud. Usually there is a surplus of white balls in the sky. However, I do occasionally look up and see one single cloud. And I think how awful it would be to be the only one up there. It makes me think of being in a sea all by myself with no one else to be with. The speaker is lost and "lonely" until he or she find the daffodils. The speaker is comforted by the daffodils because of the way they are "dancing in the breeze." Yellow can be a comforting color; therefore, the speaker feels comfort in his or her state of loneliness. The speaker loses all sense of loneliness when looking at the daffodils. The dance the daffodils are doing also lifts his mood. He's taken to a place where he can just gaze at the pictures and forget his loneliness. The speaker even compares them to waves. Waves represent an always moving motion in the speaker's life that just keeps hitting and hitting and hitting him. He cannot control their motion or how strong they come in, he can only look over at the "dancing" daffodils and think about the peacefulness. The daffodils take him away into and alternate universe while he is getting hit over and over again by the rough waves. The speaker even admits that he or she can sit on his or her "couch" and think about the daffodils and be comforted. The speaker can think back to the joyous yellow sea whenever he or she is in a bad place. I mean, how can you be sad looking at daffodils. They are such a happy flower! They grow in the spring too, symbolizing rebirth and a chance to do things again. In the spring, the sadness and loneliness is supposed to vanish. The spring brings "pleasure" to the speaker because he or she knows that the season for being lonely is over. The speaker and I enjoy how we can look back to the sea of yellow in a dark day and feel better.

Hero or Not?

What is a hero? Is it someone that saves a kitten? Someone that stops a building from burning? Someone that makes you feel better? Someone that causes you to change? Everyone has their own definition of a hero. It really depends on where you are in life. In my life, I have many heroes. Is that even possible? Actually, I take that back. But in Grendel by John Gardner, Grendel doesn't want to believe that he isn't the hero. He doesn't want to be the bad guy even though that is who he is born to be. When he talks to the dragon, the dragon tells him to "seek out gold and sit on it" (74). Basically, the dragon is telling him that everything he will do is pointless and there is no reason to do anything. He tells Grendel he should get his gold aka his pride and greed, and sit on it meaning he should not let it go and keep it for himself symbolizing greed. I don't see Grendel the way the dragon does. Yes I agree with the dragon when he says to Grendel "If you withdraw, you'll instantly be replaced" (73). But this is where Grendel fails in my mind. He should continue with his mindset of not wanting to kill for fun, but killing for food and killing based on need. There is always something that is going to push the people to "poetry, science, religion" and "all that makes them what they are" (73). Grendel is a hidden hero. Without him, the people wouldn't be progressing. He is the hero that helps them become better at what they need to do in life for themselves. Aren't heroes supposed to help share knowledge that will make life better? Isn't he making their life better? I was talking to my friend about it and he helped me think about it in a way I wouldn't have thought about normally. And now I'm changing my thoughts again! There are heroes in everyone's life. Everyone passes on information that helps someone continue on their journey. Isn't a hero who is done with their journey the old wise man in another's journey? *MINDBLOWN!* I literally just had a light-bulb moment. It makes complete sense! Yes! The advisor in the new or main journey is at the end of his or her own journey! That's how the information gets passed down. Therefore, the dragon is at the end of his journey, and he is telling Grendel how he thinks life is about being "found in the frustrations of established order" (67). Grendel can either take it, or leave it. In Grendel's journey, he takes it, but leaves it--if that makes any logical sense. Grendel struggles with it because he doesn't want to be like the dragon, but he sees his point. He goes back and forth between wanting to kill mechanically and not wanting to kill at all. That's a major part of his journey--whether is be a heroic one or not. But keep in mind, a hero causes a change...Grendel has caused a change.

Making Our Own Choices.

     In, Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson, many words are used frequently to show Anderson's opinion on learning and making mistakes. One of the very first words that I noticed repeating a lot was "grotesque" (11). Now when I read or hear the word "grotesque" I bobble about it. I mainly think of something that is gross and something that one would grimace at. But Anderson's use completely baffled me beyond normal baffilization- if that's an actual word. The grotesques are "all of the men and women the writer had ever known" but "were not all horrible...some almost beautiful" (5). Come again. Say what. Soo it's something in between not quite horrible yet not quite beautiful. Thanks, Anderson that's really helpful. But as I kept reading, I started thinking about the people he is talking about. The people make mistakes when they are "young" (4) and learn from them. Another popular word: "young". The grotesques are young. They are learning what they should do, and what they shouldn't. In "Adventure," Ned Currie, "the young man" is seeing Alice Hindman but he's not fully committed to her. He said things "he did not intend to" (103) which causes Alice to fall more in love with him only to get her heart broken. Alice becomes a grotesque because she learns from her mistake of waiting for Ned to return home after he has moved to the big city and has stopped writing letters. Big mistake, Alice. Big mistake. She lost her youth! After Ned she moves to "a middle-aged" fellow. Clearly, she has grown up. She's no longer young. She's lost her ability to not become a grotesque. Ok, random question. If being a grotesque means you have made a mistake and learned from it, doesn't that mean that everyone is a grotesque?? I don't know. Just a little side plank to think about. Going back to the word "young," later on in the novel, a "young reporter" aka George Williard, is learning from Enoch Robinson. Anderson is connecting the characters to show they are all once young and innocent. However, that innocence doesn't last forever. When George is talking to Enoch, Anderson writes, "The old man dropped into a chair...'I thought it might be a good idea to tell you but it isn't" (176). Enoch is going to warn the young George Williard of what is going to happen and what to do and not to do. But if he does, George won't learn. He will, but he won't for himself. He will be wondering how things could have been different. Anderson is commenting on how when other people give advice on what to do and not to do, someone doesn't truly learn. I mean yes they learn and get the idea, but there's always the wonder of what if. What if I did go to that party? What if I did get those boots? What if I went to a thirteen dollar movie instead of buying my sister's birthday present? What if. We all have to learn for ourselves. We can learn from others but it's not implanted into our brains.

God visited Winesburg, Ohio!

Usually, I don't pick up too easily on Biblical references in novels or poems or what-have-you. However, a recent assignment of looking for repetitive words got me thinking in a different way. What am I seeing over and over? What does it mean when it's in every story? In Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson, biblical references can be found in just about every chapter. To start, in "The Book of the Grotesque," the old man is having his bed fixed by a carpenter. Immediately, I thought of Jesus and how he was a carpenter. The old man's bed is getting fixed because he wants to see out the window. That got me thinking of when Jesus healed the blind man in John 9 NIV when the blind man "came home seeing." No, the old man is not blind, but he still isn't seeing. By not seeing I mean he doesn't know what's going on in his life anymore. He thinks of death frequently and every time he does he sees what he has done in his life again. As ridiculous as it is, it reminds me of a quote from The Santa Clause, "Seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing." Yes, corny, I know. But if the old man can't see out of the window, he's not seeing what's out in the world, or his reflection, or even just a different view. Therefore, the carpenter helps him see.
~Next, in "Hands," there is a "long field...that had produced only a dense crop of "yellow mustard weeds" (9). In Mark 4:30-32, it is said that the "grain of mustard seed, which, when it is sown, grows up, and becomes greater than all the herbs, and puts out great branches, so that the birds of the sky can lodge under its shadow." What I see is that the "fat little old man" (9) is hiding in the mustard weeds. He is hiding from society and the weeds provide the perfect shelter as if he is a bird that hides under the shadow.
~Then in "Paper Pills," there are "twisted little apples" (19) which reminds me of the Garden of Eden. The apples have been sent to people in different cities. Now thinking about the Garden of Eden, the apples tempted Eve, who later gave it to Adam. Because the apples in the Garden of Eden represent sin, the apples that are sent out to people show their sins and how they can be considered "grotesque" (11). Also in "Paper Pills," the girl had a dream "three times" and after the third time, she realizes what has happened. Peter, in Matthew 26 NIV, hears the rooster crows three times before remembering what Jesus had said about denying his acquaintance. Again in "Nobody Knows," George Willard "walked up and down" the street "three times" before he went into the store to get a cigar (47). He, like Peter and the girl, realize after three times what is going on. Third time's the charm, right?
~The last one, is most likely just me going off on an idea that makes no sense whatsoever. In "Death," Elizabeth Willard, dies not only on a day in "March," but also on a "Friday" ( 233). Who died on a Friday? That's right! Jesus was hung on the cross! When do Christians celebrated Easter? That's right! March! Or April if you want to get technical about it.
~I know there is more because there's always something else in a book to dissect either deeper or from a different point. So, if you find any, I would love to hear it!!

Neutral Tones

By Thomas Hardy

We stood by a pond that winter day, 

And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, 

And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; 

     -They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. 

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove

Over tedious riddles of years ago;

And some words played between us to and fro

     On which lost the more by our love

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing

Alive enough to have strength to die;

And a grin of bitterness swept thereby

     Like an ominous bird a-wing...

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, 

And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me

Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree

     And a pond edged with grayish leaves. 

     Talk about a depressing poem!! I thought my breakup wasn't good but clearly Thomas Hardy was having a much harder time than I was. There is soo much to look at in this poem that my brain is kind of just buzzing around. To start, the words Hardy uses aren't exaclty pleasant. But I really do like his word choices! The words he picks really makes the poem and helps with the after-effect. Ok, so, the couple is at a pond-not a lake, not a river, not the ocean. A pond: an area of water that stands still. No movement and when I think of ponds I think of the icky green junk on the top of the water. I think of frogs too which makes me happy but that's the opposite direction that this poem goes in. The pond is still like the relationship the speaker is in. There is no moving part. Secondly, it's winter. A winter pond, probably frozen over, the air is probably cold, there are a few dead leaves left, and the sun is white. With the pond being frozen over, the life in the pond has gone to the bottom and there is a chance of ice on top. The leftover dead leaves resemble the life that was once there and the memories of it. The speaker's memories are with him or her, but they are no longer good and living. With the white sun, the situation can be innocent. That's interesting because everything else seems to be dead and already over while the sun is innocent. Kind of counteracting each other, yes?

     The line that boggles me is "The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing." Basically, the speaker is saying that even the smile that used to give him joy means absolutely nothing anymore. Ouch! I mean when I look at someone that I used to have feelings for and he is smiling I smile too! I don't think to myself, "Oh, he's smiling. He's dead to me." No! I think about all the good things we once had. Have you noticed that? Maybe it's just me, but the people who are in my life seem to focus on the bad things that happen, not the good. I don't see how one can just forget the good and only take the bad. And then not being completely dead and having the strength to die?! What?! The speaker is pretty harsh! And then it's followed by a "grin of bitterness." Who does that?! Well, ok I just thought of something. Evil people do that. They grin when they have done something bad or evil. So the speaker is evil and sly.  

     I'm also getting a feeling that the speaker has been hurt by love. If the speaker wanted to remember all the good times he or she had with his or her lover, he or she wouldn't be comparing it to death. The speaker will not be able to love the same again and will have trouble loving again. He or she is clearly very hurt and affected by this end. The speaker is now living life thinking about this one breakup. The speaker is living in "Neutral Tones!" 

Clinging onto Memories

"The sounding cataract

Haunted him like a passion: the tall rock,

The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 

Their colours and their forms, were then to him

An appetite, a feeling, and a love,

That had no need of a remoter charm, 

By thought supplied, or any interest

Unborrow'd from the eye"

When I first read "Tintern Abbey," I didn't take much out of it. I usually don't when I read poems for the first time. But after reading it numerous times and intensely dissecting it in class, I began to understand what William Wordsworth was writing about. Wordsworth is remembering how his memory was a strong feeling for him and that nothing was better. He is remembering how he, when in a bad spot, can look back and remember how peaceful and beautiful the abbey was. The only thing I don't understand is his word choice for his good memory. The word "haunted" really nags me. It's as if the memories were always with him but he didn't want them to be. The words "deep" and "gloomy" also raise my curiosity because if it's a good memory, why is Wordsworth using words that are usually paired with bad things? If I was to use "deep" and "gloomy" I would say, "I was deep in the quick sand" and "The graveyard was gloomy." Those are bad things. Not good things. "Tintern Abbey" remind me of my favorite place in the mountains. I go every summer and I would certainly not use those words to describe my time. Actually, I take that back. I would use "deep." But I would say that we go "deep" in conversation. We have a "haunted chapel." Maybe that's how Wordsworth is using them but that is not how I interpreted them.
Mary Shelley incorporates "Tintern Abbey" into Frankenstein because Victor is mourning the death of Henry Clerval when she brings it in. Victor is thinking about how that beautiful world in nonexistent for him anymore because he has released this awful creature is destroying his life and everyone he cares about. Victor believes that he will never again live in peace and quiet. Victor is also leaning towards that good memory because he doesn't have anything else that's good at the moment to help him get through the death of Clerval. To Victor, the words of "Tintern Abbey" remind him of Clerval and how he had helped him in many ways. Clerval helped him basically come back from almost dying after Creature is released into society. Clerval also helps him in a way he doesn't know. Clerval goes with Victor to be with him when he creates a female creature. Victor realizes his memories of Clerval is all he has left. But that also haunts him because he is the reason Clerval died. If he hadn't created Creature, Clerval would still be living. Victor is realizing the deaths around him are his fault. He now wants to go back to that place where he was happy and not surrounded by death. Victor knows he can never have that same moment back and that everything is changing. He, like Wordsworth, looks back on that perfect moment and clings onto it. They both keep it close to them and think of it often.