Reflection of To Kill A Mocking Bird

     I've never read the book "To Kill a Mockingbird" but after watching this movie, I really want to read it. I was so into it and was very excited to finish it and see what happened to Atticus, Jem, and Scout in the end. All during Atticus' whole trial, I really expected him to win because of how the main characters always win in the end of every one of today's movies, so it really surprised me when they said that Tom Robinson was "guilty as charged".  I could have guessed that he wouldn't win with the amount of racism where they were. But speaking of modern films, with the amount of violence and death we see everyday in movies now, it had me guessing that someone was going to take Atticus out on multiple occasions. For example, both times that Atticus Finch saw Mr. Ewell,  I thought that Ewell would have pulled out a gun and shot him for defending Tom Robinson, but he never did, and when Atticus stood between the mob and Tom at the prison, I also expected someone to shoot Attocus. I guess that says a little bit about today's society. After the Court room when the cop told Atticus that Tom died he said "Tom just ran like a crazy man", that Tom ran, the Deputy called out to him but he didn't stop, the cop shot the would not kill but he missed his arm. That got me a little mad, all I remember thinking was that that was complete crap. They wanted to end the situation so they killed him. That movie was actually amazing and I can't wait to see it all through text.

Reflection on Precious

     The ending of this movie both made me happy and extremely angry, all I could think is "Yes! You go Precious! You be great! You don't need her, you can raise these two children by yourself and still get your GED!" but at the part where her mom was trying to get Precious and her children back, that's when everything got me really upset. She wasn't even concerned about the fact that her Boyfriend, Precious' father- That man is a father because he definitely isn't a dad, being a dad entitles a person to actually show and feel love- actually raped her, all she really cared about is the fact that he wasn't making love to her. She doesn't deserve to have any child if she doesn't care that this person is molesting her child. When the problem was brought up to her mother, she apparently only did one thing, she asked him what he was doing to her child while he was supposed to be making love to her, but she didn't even stand up to him when he told her to shut her fat ass up because it is good for her child. All she said on the subject was that she was mad at Precious because she had driven this man to leave, that she hated Precious because he gave Precious two children instead of giving her mother two more children. She was just mad at Precious because while he was loving Precious, who would love her mother; who was there for make her "feel good". That is not a good mother, and Precious is better off without her.

Reflection on Monty Python and the Holy Grail

I've never actually gotten through this entire movie before. I've only ever gotten to the part with the black knight in the forrest, and I didn't realize why until now. This film was so long, but the way the writers incorporated satire, humor, religion, history, and the original stories of King Arthur really brought out a whole new feel of the story as a whole. I used to watch this movie just for entertainment, but after taking this class I can see the different uses of many different literary techniques. The part in the beginning of the movie, when King Arthur as "galloping" through the lands with his assistant making the clopping sound of a horses hooves running and taking King Arthur to his destinations using two coconuts was hilarious, and when they had the people in the castle questioned how they found the coconut.  It's pretty funny because I'm fairly certain that back in the time that this film was based in, they wouldn't have known about the how the swallows wouldn't have been able to carry the coconut all the way from a tropical island to England because of the small wings and the amount a swallow has to flap it's wings to keep its own body up in the air, let alone carry the coconut. At the end of the film, when the cops came and took everyone, make me think that the entire thing was just a bunch of people reenacting a King Arthur story.  There are just a lot of things that make this movie a good one, but I feel that it is lost in the long length of it.

Reflection of Linda Pastan's "Pass/Fail" #7

Poem:
you will never graduate
from this dream
of blue books.
no matter how
you succeed awake,
asleep there is a test
waiting to be failed.
the dream beckons with two dull pencils,
but you haven't even
taken the course;
when you reach for a book--
it closes its door
in your face; when
you conjugate a verb--
it is in the wrong
language.
now the pillow becomes
a blank page. turn it
to the cool side;
you will still mother
in all of the feathers
and have to be learned
by heart


Reflection: 
I believe this poem is about how everyone has their own struggles, obstacles, and tests that they have to face and overcome just to survive in life. Whether that be something externally, meaning a conflict a person faces that includes another person or thing, or something internally, meaning emotions, fears, and thoughts that said person needs to overcome. the line that says "you will never graduate from this dream" to me means that you will have to live through these many tests for the rest of your waking life, you may pass through one conflict but there will always be another one right there to take it's spot, life will find a successor to fill the spot that the old conflict had once taken.  The line that mentions how there was a course you never took and the book just closes its door in your face made me think of adulthood and how that is an obstacle we all have to face by ourselves, we all need to find a way to survive through it on out owns: "but you haven't even taken the course; when you reach for a book-- it closes its door in your face". No one teaches you what you have to do as an adult, school teaches you how to do things that are mandatory for adults like jury duty and paying taxes, but no one teaches you how to make that transition from goofy little kid to mature adult you just have to wing it and hope for the best, like you would on a test for a course you know nothing about. But you can always start over and change, it's never too late to learn from your past: "not the pillow becomes a blank page. turn it to the cool side; you will still mother in all of the feathers and have learned...", this quote means that you can always start over, but you can never erase anything, you will still be that goofy little kid underneath that mature adult. 

Reflection of Randall Jarrell's, “The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner” #6

POEM:

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, 

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. 

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

Reflection:

     Upon my first read of this poem, I thought this was a poem about a pregnancy. The first two lines talked about the narrator hunched into the belly of their mother while she slept, "From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.", I just figured it was the a poem about an unborn child's thought. The part that says that this narrator has wet fur made me believe that the speaker was, in fact, not human: "And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze". The next line that says, "Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life", could symbolize how much longer this fetus, whether human or not, has until it joins us in this world; six miles could probably be construed as six months. The last two lines made me think that it was actually a poem about abortion: "I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose".  I thought the black flak was whatever poison they use to kill the fetus before extracting it, and the part that said the when the narrator was dead they'd wash them out with a hose was when they were getting rid of the dead fetus. Reading the title one more time, I wondered what a ball turret gunner was, so I looked it up and found out that it was the gunner in the underbelly of a war plane. The whole point of this poem to me completely changed. Instead of an abortion, I thought of a very hairy guy, due to the fact that he says his wet fur froze, who was shot or had exploded in this Ball Turret, and they have to wash out all his pieces.

Reflection of Cathy Song's "The Youngest Daughter". #5

The sky has been dark

for many years.

My skin has become as damp

and pale as rice paper

and feels the way

mother’s used to before the drying sun   

parched it out there in the fields.

      Lately, when I touch my eyelids,

my hands react as if

I had just touched something

hot enough to burn.

My skin, aspirin colored,   

tingles with migraine. Mother

has been massaging the left side of my face   

especially in the evenings   

when the pain flares up.

This morning

her breathing was graveled,

her voice gruff with affection   

when I wheeled her into the bath.   

She was in a good humor,

making jokes about her great breasts,   

floating in the milky water

like two walruses,

flaccid and whiskered around the nipples.   

I scrubbed them with a sour taste   

in my mouth, thinking:

six children and an old man

have sucked from these brown nipples.

I was almost tender

when I came to the blue bruises

that freckle her body,

places where she has been injecting insulin   

for thirty years. I soaped her slowly,

she sighed deeply, her eyes closed.

It seems it has always

been like this: the two of us

in this sunless room,

the splashing of the bathwater.

In the afternoons

when she has rested,

she prepares our ritual of tea and rice,   

garnished with a shred of gingered fish,

a slice of pickled turnip,

a token for my white body.   

We eat in the familiar silence.

She knows I am not to be trusted,   

even now planning my escape.   

As I toast to her health

with the tea she has poured,

a thousand cranes curtain the window,

fly up in a sudden breeze.

Reflection:

I really don't like this poem,  it kind of played with my emotions and my head. I feel like I know what is going on, it’s just a loving daughter taking care of her mother when no one else will, none of the older sibling would come back and care for the elderly withering, wrinkly old woman. But further reading I realized that this old woman most likely drove her family away from her senile actions. The narrator, also known as the youngest daughter of six children, is taking her old mother to the bath to wash her old mother, she seems to be the only one of the six who has actually come back and taken care of their mother, even if she doesn’t like the tasks. In lines 17-26, the narrator talks about how her mother is laughing at the fact that her breasts float in the water, actions like this is probably the reason why none of the other children wanted to come back and take care of their aging mother: “She was in a good humor, making jokes about her great breasts floating in the milky water like two walruses". At first I thought it was just a poem about a loving younger daughter who is admiring her mother having fun in her old age,  but at the end of the poem my view of this poem completely changes. She talks about how she is planning her escape from her situation, then she mentioned hey mothers good health and it makes me think that she is trying to sabotage her mother so she can escape taking care of her old mother: "She knows I am not to be trusted even now planning my escape. As I toast to her health with the tea she has poured, a thousand cranes curtain the window, fly up in a sudden breeze". The last part of those lines where it talks about the cranes in the breeze,  I was a little confused,  did this girl just kill her mother?  Is that what the cranes symbolize? 

Reflection of William Wordsworth's "The World Is Too Much With Us". #4

        To me, this poem is basically saying that us humans take advantage of this world that we live in, Earth. It is pretty much just saying that we like to lay claim to everything we see and like. I didn't catch any of this at first, but by the second time I read it I started to understand a little. The third line gives me the idea that the narrator is saying when we, humans, see something and we like it, we grab hold of it with an iron tight grip, lock our fingers, don't let go, and yell "DIBS": "Little we see in Nature that is ours”. In the line that says “Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea”, I was a little confused about what the word Proteus meant, so I looked it up on Google. The first answer I found was that proteus was “a bacterium found in the intestines of animals and in the soil”, but that didn’t make sense at all to me, I spent a good long while wondering why the sight of animal intestine bacterium rising up from the sea would be a good thing. It had to have had another meaning, so typed Proteus into dictionary.com and came up with Proteus being a classically mythical sea god who could change forms. This made much more sense and I got the feeling that the narrator of this poem wants the humans to lose control of the land they thing belongs to them, this narrator what’s nature, its creatures, and its gods to take back what it theirs; this narrator wants the Earth to stand up for itself and stop letting humans ruin it.