January 2009 Archives

I found the end of the first chapter to be intriguing. The way he compared Kip's trip to the store to a knight's tale was very amusing, mostly because seemed extremely accurate. I think the princess continuing to laugh may have made the story almost a sort of Greek tragedy, with our hero suffering from a series of tragic misfortunes. I am interested in learning if Kip was able to resolve these conflicts. I will have to send Mr.Foster an angry letter, in hopes that I can rest my mind with some conclusion to such a sad story.

The poem is set in a field during a battle. The battle is affecting nature, but at the same time nature still continues obvlivious to the situation. Nature does not care about the trifles or wars of man, and will always continue regardless of an infinite amount of battles. At the same time, the battles of man seem almost as natural as the spider looking for a fly in his web. For as long as time has been known by man as time, there has been spider eating fly, just as there has always been man fighting man.

I thought the first two pages of the book were rather interesting. I read the book in high school, some four or five years ago, and I dont remember too much about the book. However, I know enough to sense quite a bit of foreshadowing that I would not have noticed before. The narrator's fondness of Gatsby in the last few sentences of page two is obvious, and I just find it intriguing that he feels Gatsby is an exception to his way of thinking. Even though the narrator talks about priding himself in not passing judgement, he admits that his tolerances for people have limits, and I believe he inadvertantly finds himself judging people because of some bad characters he has come across over the years. Gatsby's pureness seems to be an exception to his rule, and the last few lines show his utter sadness of tragedies that the narrator already knows will happen.

This poem certianly has a slow, tired way about it. As winter approaches, the author is very tired from a long harvest, too tired to even fill up his last baskets. While standing on the ladder, he feels he is dreaming, dreaming of apples falling end over end, but at the same time he is still concious of the ladder boughing under his aching soles. He feels the general tiredness that winter seems to have on all mammals, and I think he feels this so much he is contemplating as to what kind of dreams he is experiencing: either regular human sleep, or more of a deeper hibernation. I thought this poem was perhaps a little depressing, because the author seems to not even care if he has enough apples for the winter, just that he is done with his harvest.

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