Hello?my fellow lit, film and social justice?heads,
I am off to the small village of Have, Ghana to volunteer for four weeks and won’t be updating this blog while I’m away. I do hope to share my daily experiences at my travel blog, Alfajiri: Destination Africa, electricity permitting. Stop by and say hello. It’ll be nice to?converse with familiar folks from home.
See you in August!
I learned last week through the WordPress pingback feature that?a substantial?number?of Brain Drain posts had been mentioned?on another site. As any blogger would probably agree, to see a pingback to what you’ve written?is an honor of sorts, a hat tip to your brilliance or at least a?mockery of?something quirky you’ve said. You smile,?feel full of yourself?for a minute (sometimes two)?and move on.?Instead, this?list of pingbacks aroused suspicion. This is a partial view:
- literature linked here saying, “Silence Speaks Louder In response to Richard Barsa …”
- literature linked here saying, “Anne Finch: Creating Her Own Space The poem ?The …”
- literature linked here saying, “Quills: Voyeur as the Voice of Reason The Voyeur a …”
- literature linked here saying, “Objectivity: A Question of Perspective In referenc …”
Although I’d like to think I’m that important, nobody is worthy of?being legitimately quoted?twelve times in a single day.
I followed the pings to?their source. There, a solid,?orange banner bore the photo of a young woman-child. She wore a skimpy, green silk halter and?cowboy hat. Her long, blonde highlights were?seductively fanned by some off-screen electronic device yet there was an innocence about her that threw me.?The small image was cocked to one side and framed as if it were a film negative but?that?didn’t produce the?negative feeling in my gut as much as the?title?”literature” in bold letters (with a?lower case?L and quotes included) under which were all my latest posts. Only one, Aisha in Rwanda: In Need of Humanity,?had been?offered up for redistribution, NOT?MY WHOLE DAMN BLOG.
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Senior Seminar Midterm Regurgitation?
Mary Robinson?s ?London Summer Morning? is a cheap rip-off of Swift?s ?A Description of The Morning?; she gives us a list of London sights and sounds ? but without the satirical bite.?
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In Mary Robinson?s poem ?London Summer Morning? (1800) and Jonathan Swift?s ?A?
Description of The Morning? (1709), each poet similarly departs from the classical pastoral tradition. These poems record the less aesthetic details of urban noise and filth surrounding the daily preparations of industrialized London rather than idealizing the dawn as a time of beauty, peace and renewal. While this strong similarity exists with almost a decade between publications, this does not constitute a ?cheap rip-off? on the part of Robinson, regardless of her allusion to line seven in Swift?s poem. Poets have often shared common interest and observations of their mutual societal surroundings and have engaged in discourse with each other over time through the poetic craft. Robinson?s engagement with the subject matter of Swift?s poem, as well as her own surroundings, is no less valuable than Dryden?s allusions to Greek mythology in order to reference the common social shorthand of understanding.?
My friend Erin keeps a blog called Feed Your Head? in which she regularly?compiles random information. As I read this month’s update, I couldn’t help but think of?several of those wiley pre-romantic?poets.
… even though the average American moves 11 times in their lifetime, 61% will die in the same state in which they were born.
Cheers to Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” and all those farmers who probably died in the same town as where they were born.
|What British Romantic Poet are You?|
Your Result: You are George Gordon, Lord Byron!
Byron was as well-known for his lifestyle as for his remarkable works. He was a poet, athlete, womanizer, and gunrunner, who was once accused of writing poetry “in which the deliberate purpose…is to corrupt.” He died at 36.
|You are John Keats!|
|You are William Blake!|
|You are William Wordsworth!|
|You are Samuel Coleridge!|
|You are Percy Shelley!|
|What British Romantic Poet are You?|
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Hmmm. Not sure how I got this result.
- My work is not remarkable… I’m a jane-of-all-trades?but?master of none
- I’m SO not athletic
- I am a woman, not a womanizer
- Gunnrunner? My dad made me shoot?a .22?when I was young, but I’m no Dick Cheney.
- I’m not out to corrupt anybody, just enlighten them, but I can see how?perspective would depend upon point of view.
- Last but not least, I’ve already outlived this dude.
Luciano Pavarotti passed away on the 6th of this month and, although I didn’t know him, it saddens me.
One of my favorite memories about being a flight attendant was a 1998 trip?to Italy. Pavarotti was seated in first class.?The famous tenor’s?manager had arranged with our airline?to provide?a special?meal on board. Once in the air,?Pavarotti stepped into our galley to be sure that his request?wasn’t causing any trouble. A jovial man, he made us laugh, broke out into song, and suggested we take a group photo. He was?singing as?he posed with some of our crew.?
Before the month was out, I just wanted to?recognize?Pavarattoi’s much appreciated good will and cheer that will not soon be forgotten.