Thursday, September 25, 2008
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..to write or not to write an autobiography...
Eye and I
Will the Read Marilyn Monroe Please Step Forward?
"Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall" Picasso, 1932
a place for sharing ideas about the self writing about the self.
..a staggering genius...
..to write or not to write an autobiography...
Whose autobiography?
...running from and into the family...
Alfred Kazin
Inside History Now
Ironing out the wrinkles?
EGO SPEAKS
Eye and I
Looking for ...
Will the Read Marilyn Monroe Please Step Forward?
What We are Reading
- Dave Eggers "Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
- Vladimir Nabokov "Speak Memory"
- Michael Ondaatje "Running in the Family"
- Mary McCarthy "Memories of a Catholic Girlhood"
- Katharine C. Black "Works in Progress"
- Jamaica Kincaid "The Autobiography of My Mother"
- Frederick Douglass, "My Narrative as a Slave"
- Edwidge Danticat "Brother, I'm Dying"
- Eavan Boland "Object Lessons"
- Alfred Kazin "A Walker in the City"
looking in the mirror
"Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall" Picasso, 1932
Welcome!
Welcome to a semester of conversations with each other about autobiography! Be sure to check in the night before the class meets the next day for postings & a chance to add your own two cents.
1 comment:
If this quote doesn't remind me of Pathway, I don't know what would. The whole idea of "living on the edge" is not something that has disappeared from my being since sitting in the classroom of Betwixt and Between. I think the whole concept of looking at something from the outside and the inside can be interpreted literally/physically as well as metaphorically/emotionally.
For example, one can feel as if she is on the complete outer circle of a particular group, a majority. One can also feel like she is on the inside of a particular group, the majority, looking outwards at those individuals that are not like her. This is what high school was like for me.
However, I think that Bell Hooks is aiming for a deeper, more metaphorical meaning here. I feel as if a person can see with their eyes and see with their soul. The eyes can only tell a person what something appears to be, but the soul can peer deeper into the inner workings of that person, place, thing, etc. The soul is sometimes what tells us how something work, why something exists, or why their is pain in the eyes of the individual returning you gaze.
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