Sunday, October 16, 2011

week 8

Well, week eight is here. I've finished everything thing I've had to do for Modern British Poetry today (this blog post being the last thing on my list), and I really want to sleep for ten straight day. That paper kicked my butt, although I'm not surprised, eight months off of school will do that to you. I had a lot more fun with this class then I anticipated. When I read the syllabus at the beginning of the course, I honestly wasn't too thrilled about writing a 2500 word research paper and making a web site, but both assignments helped me to remember what it takes to think analytically. Also, we discussed a some interesting poems and authors, some of whom I wasn't familiar with their works. All-and-all, I'm happy I took this class!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

week 7

I finished my discussion questions early this week, so I could start on my research paper, but then procrastinated on starting it. No worries, I'm already a decent portion into in with plenty to talk about. Sources, however, will be the death of me. They are and have always been the one thing about a paper I've dreaded the most. I'm hoping to have it ready to turn in on wed, but I shan't be surprised if'n I don't just put it off until the weekend. God help me. Really though, Wed is the day, hopefully. I'll except Thurs or Fri, I just have to have next weekend. Also I have to start that script too so, yeah. Damn. Allllrighty then. Take care, now. Bye, bye then.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Week 6

Week six is over. We got our website together (for the most part) and all my discussions are finished! So time to relax. We talked more about Auden, much more difficult this week. Praise of the Limestone is by far the most challenging poem I've ever read. It blows everything from The Wasteland to Howl out of the water in complexity. Or maybe I just didn't get it. Very plausible.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Week 5

Week five and surprisingly I'm still alive. I don't have much this week because my brain is mush. We talked about Auden in Modern British Poetry, which was great because I've never read Auden. Really, I haven't read many of the "modern British poets," we're covering; except Hughes, which I'm happy to look at in the coming weeks. But Auden is great. I really dig is simplistic way of conveying larger themes. He sort of reminds me of Gregory Corso. I would like to read some more female poets in this class though. Alright. Bye, bye.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

week 4

Wow Modern Brit Poetry is exactly half way over with. It's crazy to think about, but this semester has been flying by. I still got a little more to do, but I feel like I'm keeping my head above water alright. This week I have to write an episode for Comedy and Satire, discussion board in MBP, and I have no idea in Screenwriting. Probably just because its so laid back, I don't know, but it doesn't seem like I'm going to have a tough time with it. I just have to come up with an idea for a screenplay. Man walks into bar. And.. whatever I'll think of it later.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Week 3

I can't believe next week is the half way mark for Modern British Poetry. This week I plan on starting my term paper and the website. Grad school is kicking my butt right now, I knew the work load would be more, but christ man. This week we did a few T.S. Eliot, which is always cool with me.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Week 2

My head is spinnin' and it feels alright. The second week of school is hear and gone and I have Labor Day to take it easy and hopefully get caught up on some reading. This past week I had to finish The Road for mondays Screenwriting class, which I did by the skin on my teeth. For Comedy and Satire, I had to finish A Summer of Naked Swim Parties and discuss all week. In British Poetry, we covered Hardy, Yeats, Lawrence, Sassoon, Owen, and Sitwell. My favorite poem was Sassoon's "Represesson of War Experience," which is about a man going insane with trying to forget his experiences in WWI. The pain and terror of the speakers voice gives this piece a rather disturbing feel.