Monday, January 18, 2010

Piece By Piece

As the days keep turning into night, its often hard to make the effort to slow things down for a minute, not to only smell the roses, but to recognize "the roses" importance to you, the world, your community, and what they may represent. As we focus on picking apart poetry and Heart of Darkness, which are close relatives, I have tried to teach myself to notice the small details that make works of iterature great. It could be a single word or phrase that give a poem or idea a completely different connotation, the smallest jumble of letters with the largest impact.

I have realized that the study of literature is not just the study of writing things down, it is the study of human life, struggle, and triumph. Thus the smallest details in my life can also have the greatest meaning, and I have begun to see the metaphors, foreshadowing, irony and significance of otherwise ordinary occurrences. When I leave in the morning, I begin my hero's journey, when it rains, I experience a rebirth, and when I cross a river, I am traveling to the underworld. Has my life began imitating art? Or am I simply becoming cognizant that art imitates my life? Nevertheless, it certainly gives me something to think about.

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