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What is the tempo of “It” in Clarice Lispector’s Aqua Viva?
Stafford WoodSt. John’s CollegeLispector PreceptorialDecember 2023 What is the tempo of “It” in Clarice Lispector’s Aqua Viva? Throughout Aqua Viva, Clarice Lispector changes the pace of her writing with punctuation and paragraph marks which can feel to the reader like a lyrical ode, rather than a novel. She writes in a mélange of poetry and…
Federalist No. 15 as Bleak Picture of Present Circumstances
Federalist Papers Politics & Society Tutorial Mr. Grenke Fall 2023 To convince the people of New York to vote for the new Constitution, the writers of the Federalist Papers need to explain why the current government formed by the Articles of Confederation are lacking. Hamilton writes Federalist No. 15 with this purpose and uses all manner of mockery…
Artifacts
Evidence of reality on the canvas birthed by the three of us creation of ours alive and real I can hear the painting sing a song of place and being.
You’re a Fucking Poet
Me: I like being a philosopher Him: I hate to break it to you, but you’re a fucking poet.
Crepe Paper Skin
Watching my crepe paper Skin Slide Over the muscles I move As I reach for the tonic Each morning To give me the energy Of youth To age Through another day And see my skin Wrinkle And slide Again Tomorrow I think Of my mother’s hands As they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its…
Why People Go to Galleries & Studio Tours
They want to stand in the shoes of an artist. They can do it by looking at art, looking at artmaking or talking to the artist. But mostly, they want to tell people they went.
Organic Life
You, who are not digested by the putrid decaying of organic life. Or a relationship. The life cycle is orderly to you who follow it roundinstead of controlling it, holding on to it,keeping it alive. Let it die. And be composted into new life. Let it go and be its next nature. Instead of preserved in a…
I’m stafford
I’m stafford The place you hold on to when you are lost and can’t decide which way to go. You tie yourself when the wind is strong. You are buffeted by the storm and taking on water. A protected cove. It’s stronger than the wind. To hold you safe, so you can decide. And when…