Thursday, May 29, 2008
Impressions from the lake district.
Unfortunately, I am not well at remembering names, neither of places nor people. However, it would be a mistake to assume disrespect on my behalf for this. Nevertheless, I would like to present my reflection on that terrible and unmerciful landscape that is doubtlessly the sinew for withering heights. This was a place which, no matter how lost in thought or personal discourses one may be, importunately interrupts these processes with it's existence. In this sense, it almost subordinates one's will to it's own. It is vampirical, fettering, dominating, and being such replaces it's subordinates with an irrevocable melancholy. This being said, it almost seems natural as to how Austin ends her whithering heights. She painstakingly illumines how this place pesters even the most personal event in peoples lives; death. Who could disagree with a graveyard inhabited by a choir of birds and their blood gargling crows. This place makes itself known, only to invade one's person, then to make itself their person. Here I was reminded of the Stalin socialist era, God, and modern education. All concepts and forces which enfeeble the individual will. In strong contrast, Wordsworth's territory produces a different sensation, and challenges a different motivation. It's rocky hills and narrow pathways, rugged with turbulently dancing plants and flowers, are uplifting. It felt like an obstacle course which one takes on willingly for the single purpose of personal growth. It strengthens the will.
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I can agree with your comment that Wordsworth's territory produces a different feeling. It is more uplifting that the Yorkshire moors, and I think his poetry reflects this as opposed to the darkness of the Bronte's material. I have a few concerns, though. First off, Austen did not write Wuthering Heights, but Emily Bronte instead. Second, I don't think that your forgetfulness is a sign of disrespect, but it is easy to take along a small notebook or piece of paper to jot down some notes to make the blog easier for your fellow students. Lastly, you present some good ideas, but I feel much information is lost with your choice of vocabulary. Possibly condense what you are trying to say, make the tone more conversational, and extend some ideas further; almost like offering the start to a great conversation.
YES!! that is all true.that shit was so vampirical and i too was reminiszin' of Stalin and god. The dancing flowers were so much like mario cart it was so squeegie. as god said to his idols in the wake of the death of sir william auston " the path to freedom is found in the lake district's of the mind. the whithering graves and chanting crows spat blood onto my face as i sat provoking the viel of graves that crossed out my own eyes. the sun will break us and decay to the bone sweet wars-warth, save our souls from the river's firth!!
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