Kubla Khan Kibbles and bits -I always thought the name sounded like a dog food brand:)

None of the Odes really seemed to capture my fancy, so I decided on good ol' Kubla Khan. I remember reading this in highschool, and as weird as it was...and as hard to understand...I still find it very interesting. Especially this part:

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

I find this to be a strange comparison, and one I dont quite understand the meaning of. The fantastical, almost sacred landscaped place described in the first stanza is compared in lines 14-16 as a haunted cursed place where a woman longs for her demon-lover( this phrase captures my attention every time). All of this takes place beneath a waning moon...what an atmosphere! Anyways, the first thing I think of is the possible connection between the woman and her demon- lover, and Eve and the serpent. So from there, that gets me thinking about maybe the first description of the place as a kind of paradise versus temptataion? I dont know if this is making sense...Im just trying to get all my thoughts down. I guess the connection Im trying to make (somewhere in here hah) is that the of the dream place and possibly the Garden of Eden. This all starts, like I said before, with the line "woman wailing for her demon-lover". For after this taste of temptaion in which the woman is earning, begging for it, and then up until about line thirty, the dreams atmosphere becomes very dark and violent; war-like. It has the feeling of a convergence of a man-made disaster and natural disaster. Once again this gets me to thinking about the effect of Eve and her giving into temptation.

I apologize if that came out as a big jumble to everyone else, which it probably did.

This is my comment on Kelsey Moore's post ( It still wont let me comment on other peoples)

This got me to thinking alot about one of our lessons on Socrates in my Western Civ class the other day...especially your last two sentences. The root of the lesson was this idea that history is worth studying because although details change, human nature is always the same and we can be more wise in our own time by studying what happened in the past because people are not all that different. I find this true with literature too, this idea of jealousy, escapism, satire, love and unattainable love. Through literature, we learn that these traits never really die or leave human nature.

A Nightingale and a Druggie?!?

I read the first stanza of "Ode to a Nightingale" and I was not really sure what some of the words meant so I decided to look them up.

"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease."

After I looked up hemlock and opiate I came to the realization that this guy is on drugs. He is using the drugs to slip into a world of ignorance. He wants to be like the nightingale and not have a care in the world. He states that he is not jealous of the nightingale's bliss, but that he would like to join the nightingale in its happiness. Like sharing the wealth.

I do not really agree with the use of drugs to help us forget the world. I think that he needs to deal with the problems of life and try to learn from them. We all need have to deal with life and its many dilemmas. Dealing with the hard stuff is the only way that we will can ever learn to grow up.

P.S. I commented on Anna Rhodes' "A Bird, a Dog, and Humankind"

The Sound of Melodies

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter;”

I know we talked about this in class, but once again an idea has grabbed hold of my brain and I have to write it down.

First, I really think I need to define exactly what I think an unheard melody is. I agree with what everyone else said in class, an unheard melody can be something that only one or two people have heard, something that that has only been played once, or something that has never been played. But, I think an unheard melody is so much more than that, unheard melodies are all around us, all the time. They are the unmistakable joy in the air when a child is born or at a wedding, they are the great feeling of sadness over a group of people when they lose someone close, and they are also the tension in the air when one of the debates in class gets out of hand and everyone is chomping at the bit to have their say.

Heard melodies can have a great impact on people, especially during times of trial. For example, the song Blessings by Laura Story has meant a great deal to me over the last few weeks. The tone of the song has continually reminded me that there is a light at the end of this very long, very dark tunnel. With heard melodies, you are almost certain to find a song to fit your mood. Though sometimes, it’s not exactly what you need.

Unheard melodies though, will always fit whatever situation you are in. They are more emotion then an actual song. They are always in the air, making it tremble with excitement, sadness, tension, hurt, anger, and so many more. They are the unspoken hurts, the heartbreak, and the sobs in the night. They are the laugh of a child, the pain when they scrape their knee, and the defiance when they disobey. They are the joy of a first love, the anger of a first fight, and once again, the pain of heartbreak. They are every emotion we feel.

The reason unheard melodies are sweeter, is because they are raw, they haven’t been edited for content. Unheard melodies are entwined in every part of who we and are in everything we do.

I honestly don’t know if I repeated myself more than I should have, but I hope what I said made sense. Thanks for reading, until next time

Meghan

PS. I posted on Tori Burgers “Two Young Lovers Painted on an Urn, K-I-S-S-I-N-... What rhymes with "urn"?”

And these are the thoughts that haunt me (:

In my personal opinion, i absolutely love poetry. I love being able to flow through the movement and read the feeling inside and behind the words. In class on tuesday we finished talking about Tintern Abbey and then moved into John Keats writings. I found it interesting yet again how most of the time, we relate suffering and pain most of the time through poetry. It is a theme that normally makes up poetry altogether. Its always about some kind of pain or suffering a person or subject.
    In Keats writings, referring to an Ode to a Nightingale. All there seems to be is groaning and complaining about life, all the things that cause pain and suffering. This seems to be a recurring subject: pain and suffering. Why do we have it? Why is it needed? Growing up, my dad always told me that things that are too good to be true are generally never good. Life without suffering would not be life. How could we ever excel? How could we ever learn and be better humans? We couldn't be. There would be no point to life would there?
  Without the experience of suffering, learning through our experiences, then changing ourselves to be better, life would seem too good to be true.
   I know that i seem to always go back to suffering and pain, but where i am in my own life and growth, I am experiencing pain and suffering and have seen how it has shaped me in my own life and grow stronger and have better understanding of reality. Now bringing this back to poetry, this is exactly what i believe poetry is and even romanticism in itself.

p.s i commented on Katelyn's post (:

Not by Choice

I found “Ode on a Grecian Urn” quite interesting, and not just because I have often found myself in conversation with inanimate objects...

When I read the first two lines, my first thought was the fact that both a bride and a foster-child live in situations they were not born into. Stepping away from the “unravished” thing for a minute, I think it is also important to note that the bride is being introduced to her life by marriage, and she probably didn’t choose the person she has married or is going to marry. The foster-child is also in a situation that he was not born into and did not choose for himself. Back to the fact that the child and the bride represent the urn, the urn did not choose to be created or designed with the pictures, but it is still beautiful and tells a great story.

This is where I may be stretching things a bit, but when I thought about all of this, I immediately thought about how many times I’ve found myself in situations, especially bad situations, that I didn’t choose for myself. Looking back though, the times in my life that have had the greatest effect on me as a person are the ones I would have never chosen to experience.

In line 49, Keats claims “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” but is that all one really needs to know? I don’t know what type of material the urn was made of, but I’m guessing it was some type of stone that had to be carved or shaped into what it was to become. The beauty was not immediate. It took some time, and probably even a little suffering on behalf of the artist. By that same logic, truth is beautiful, but sometimes finding truth isn’t a beautiful journey.

P.S. Posted on Anna Rhode's "A Bird, A Dog, and Humankind"

A Bird, A Dog, and Humankind

In Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale, He was tired of hearing people groan about the miseries of life. He sees the nightingale very similarly to our friend, the Labrador; we talked about in class today. He says,

“And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known …” (Lines 20-24)

Here where men sit and hear each other groan,”

Keats wished to escape human consciousness and go back to child-like innocence. He longed to be like the nightingale, careless and free— without need to groan about life.

But wait, isn’t groaning a part of life? Doesn’t suffering teach us, though it is painful? If you never had anything to groan about wouldn’t life seem a little tainted, a little too good to be true? According to Wordsworth the nightingale and the Labrador have not experienced life fully. In Tintern Abbey, Wordsworth says,

“To look on nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes

The still, sad music of humanity…

A motion and spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things…”

Wordsworth felt that life is not complete without the growth of the human consciousness by experience. This human consciousness leads you to a fuller understanding. I think it is very easy to read both of these poems and get depressed. However a way to think about it is that Wordsworth is speaking about seasons in life. Yes, sometimes these seasons involve pain, and suffering, but ultimately one gains a kind of seeing that the nightingale nor the Labrador will ever understand.

P. S. I commented on Callie's post.

Two Young Lovers Painted on an Urn, K-I-S-S-I-N-... What rhymes with "urn"?

     My initial impression of the painting of the young couple on the Grecian urn was that the artist was playing a sick joke on the lovers, tantalizing them and dangling a potentially romantic kiss in front of them but holding them inches from actually kissing. However, I realized he was doing them a great favor. He gave each of them their own ideal kiss left to the imagination.

     Speaking to the young couple, the observer tells them not to grieve though they are stuck in a moment that looks very unfortunate for them (imagine holding your face inches away from your significant others' for forever. Awkward...) However, it is actually the exact moment that contains the veery essence of bliss.both of their expectations are sky high in this moment-pulses racing, hearts pounding- and because they are frozen they will never know disappointment, though they will also never know the satisfaction embedded in the kiss itself. Their passions remain insatiable for the remainder of time.  

Also, after reading this stanza, I couldn't help but wonder if the artist had a couple to model for this painting. If so, I'm interested to know if they experienced torture or bliss.

Keats and a Nightingale

Ode to Nightingale – Keats

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 
And purple-stained mouth; 
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, 
 and with thee fade away into the forest dim

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

    What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

    Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

    Where youth grows pale, and spectra-thin, and dies

I just see him being jealous of the bird because of its ignorance, and I understand. The bird doesn’t have to worry about family sickness, bills that have to be paid, job issues, drama, schooling, society problems, or anything other than food for that matter!! The bird is happy, while we as people are not! The bid doesn’t have worries, it doesn’t have problems. It doesn’t freak out because of its loss of hair, because its parents died with financial problems, (if you wanted a BIG whopper). I just, I just understand, and I wish that just for a second, for a second, I could talk to Keats, and just talk this over with him, to see how his mind worked, to see how he created this poem with the differences between a nightingale of all birds, and a human with more problems than the bird even imagined!

I can’t say this to someone’s face and they take me seriously, but I am heartbroken over our world. The sickness, the homeless, the hungry, the parentless, the pure brokenness and sorrow that this world and this nation, this great nation, feel, is unbearable. To me, it is the homeless that hits home, that hits my heart the hardest. The reason is personal, and it’s something I don’t share with many people. I find myself envious of the bird as well, as sad as that sounds. The bird doesn’t have to worry about where home is but people do. And that kills me. There are so many homeless out there, and the first thing people see when they see a homeless person is about maybe they’re on drugs, or maybe they are on the run. Don’t think that please! There are people out there who have hit a rough patch in their life, and just need a helping hand to point them in the right direction. There are people out there living on the streets and under our bridges that have loved ones looking for them, who would do anything to have them back home, safe, and sound. I know, off topic, I’m going back now, I’ve finished my rant.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
    I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
    To take into the air my quiet breath; 

People look toward death to ease their pain, as horrible as that sounds. Some things are too hard to bear, and that is something that I personally, am lucky to have never felt. I get that he’s saying that sometimes, during his pain and suffering, that he does have that wishful thought. That he does sometimes wish that death would just come and whisk him away so he could be like the nightingale and have no worries, and have no fears….






P.S. I commented on Lucy Beth's "Schleier-Mah-Who?"

The Next Moment

I will have to say that I was stuck on the second stanza of Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn. For me this section of the poem was like an "on-the-edge-of-your-seat" movie. It was the sense of anticipation that wanted me to read on. I was waiting for the two lovers to share a kiss, waiting for the man of music to discover his new song,through spirit and mind. And I waited. And waited some more. And I was shaking as I was waiting for the next moment where each situation would reach its climax. But it did no such thing. As we saw in class, those moments are eternal. The urn captures these moments of what could have been. This is how Keats has shown me his idea of striving for what is just beyond reach.


P.S I commented on Kelsey's Time will change us or maybe not

Picking apart poetry and popcorn

"When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in the midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' -- that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

This part of Ode On a Grecian Urn intrigued me... mainly because I'm not exactly sure what it is saying. So, in this blog I will attempt to discover a meaning for it...

The tension in the lines comes from the parallel of old age and beauty, because in this culture we are taught that beauty is synonomous with young and fit. However, in the poem it says that, "beauty is truth, and truth beauty." How can this be so? Just because something is beautiful doesn't make it truth. Does it? This urn that shall remain "in the midst of other woe" is a "friend to man" by making this statement. How so? How can "beauty is truth" be "all we need to know"? I understand how it might be "all ye know on earth," after all aren't we as a culture generally more likely to believe people who are pretty, poised, and put together? But how can it be ALL we need to know? Maybe, one possible explanation could be that if we knew beauty in its truest form then it would all make sense. So, beauty in its truest form to me, is Christ. His love, grace, mercy, and sacrifice exemplify beauty. Yes, the cross was ugly, but the result is beauty -when He washes our sins away we are made new and blameless and beautiful. So, just as He is Beauty, so also is He Truth. "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life..." (John 14:6) A verse we all know, but when applied here, I believe it brings clarity. If Jesus Christ is Truth and Beauty, then truly this is all we need to know. So even when old age takes away the bloom of youth, the inner beauty we have in Christ will remain, and the truth that we are His children will never change.

Maybe you stuck with me through all the rambling and random alliterations... I'm not saying this is the correct interpretation of this section, but it's my attempt at it.

**as for the title... I was at a loss and I ate popcorn while I wrote this :)

p.s. commented on Lucy Beth's "Schlier-Ma-Who?"

Why Do We Have to Title Everything?

I mean seriously... I spend more time trying to think of a title for these things than it does for me to actually write the blog. On a serious note though let's talk about Keats.

More specifically let's talk about that Grecian Urn. It kind of upsets me a little bit that the majority of things that I wanted to talk about we discussed in class but oh well I'll manage. When Mitchell asked me about the "unravished bride" in class I was trying to imagine a way to talk about it without bringing sex into the topic. It appears though that that was exactly what it was talking about. I know, I know everything goes back to sex and poop. As I sat thinking about it though how long is a girl an actual bride? Is she a bride only until she is married? Does she stay a bride a week or a year? The more I thought about it the more I was thinking that the real significant statement was made that the "bride" so to speak would just be a virgin until her marriage day. After they are married I no longer really think of a woman as his bride but as his wife.

"Foster Child of Silence and slow time" stood out to me because it makes it seem as if the remains inside the urn don't belong to silence and slow time. Which in my opinion is true because prior to the death of this person they were alive and full of energy. Which would lead me to believe that this person was valiant. When I think about the poem I imagine the person inside the urn as a great Greek warrior. I think of them going on many campaigns and then one day died defending his country. It makes me think that Keats is saying that he was adopted by silence and slow time because he was taken from his "parents" too early.

P.S. I commented on Kelsey's post

Romantics are so deep... Or are they?

When I first scanned Keats’ “Ode to a Grecian Urn”, my thought was “This is absolutely ridiculous. It's an urn, a piece of pottery. I don't care what it looks like, it's manufactured by a human, therefore it can't be beautiful."

Then I began to really look at the poem. I read it and read it and read it again. That's when I realized something:

I was right.

In the second stanza we see the line:

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss

Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

We see here that Keats' tells the male lover to be happy, for though he cannot physically consummate his love for her (by kissing her, not what you were thinking) her beauty will be there forever. So we know that by beauty, Keats means her physical attractiveness. While we initially look at the poem and think that it's a deep, insightful parallel to truth, we see that the poet himself defines physical attractiveness as beauty. We are constantly told, (and I am one of the few males I know that can actually say this wholeheartedly) true beauty is found on the inside. 1 Peter 3:3-4 says: "Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious."

Let's look at the third stanza:

More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Keats has obviously shared in the mutual experience of true love, agape love, which does not leave the lover regretting, no matter what the other half does. We've all been disappointed in our parents, but can anyone one of us actually say that we regret ever loving our parents?

In stanza number four, Keats addresses death. We see that the inhabitants of a town are all gone to sacrifice a heifer, leaving the streets deserted forever. This parallels to the spirit leaving the body upon death, leaving a soulless shell behind. wheres the true focus of this stanza? Not the townspeople, but the body, the physical manifestation of a human being.

The last stanza can be summed up by the quote at the end : "Beauty is truth, truth beauty" I've already shown how the author views beauty. you make your own argument why this isn't true here.

*stares at the pile of wreckage that was once "Ode on a Grecian Urn". laughs maniacally*

~Cody Martin

PS-Commented on Kaylie's "Nothing Gold Can Stay and 0.0"

Time will change us...or maybe not

In the introduction, it describes John Keats as one who desires the unattainable things. As I read I saw that to be the recurring theme in his works, but even more, I saw much of our current society in the things he described. I especially saw parallels between his writing and the writing of our entertainment today – music and movies.  I saw a desire to be someone else (Bright Star) and almost jealousy. There were pictures of love and a love that you can’t have (La Belle Dame sans Merci). You have instances of sarcasm and satire which is what I feel he brings out in the third stanza of Ode on a Grecian Urn. Even a want of an escape from this world, “I have been half in love with easeful death” as stated in Ode to Nightingale. This to me was just proof that even though the times have changed and the writers use different language and possibly a different medium to communicate their message, the heart of the writers – and ultimately people as a whole – is the same. People haven’t changed that much in the years separating us.

p.s. I commented on Kaylie’s post “Nothing Gold Can Stay. oh and O.o”

"Ode to a Nightingale" is very similar to another one of Keats' works "Ode to a Grecian Urn." In both we see the speaker longing for the unrealistic happiness that others have, while he himself is stuck in the pain of the world.

The speaker in "Ode to a Nightingale" just wants to be like the bird, without a care in the world.
 "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot" Line 5 If only he could escape the reality of this world and go to one where there is no troubles. This sounds very good to most of us, however, if we look deeper, we see that the nightingale has only a superficial meaning of life. His brain is dull and senseless to the problems going on around him. In a way he is naive and uncaring about anyone but himself.

It is natural to want to be happy and to try to avoid pain and problems, but perhaps it is needed. Pain helps us grow into who we are and gives us maturity. Problems teach us and we learn to overcome them, maybe to be able to help others later. It could help build our character. If life was all happy, I believe that we would be shallow and immature.

P.S. commented on "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Kaylie

Schleier-Mah-Who?

"All attributes which we ascribe to God are to be taken as denoting not something special n God, but only something special in the manner in which the feeling of absolute dependence is to be related to Him."

I thought it was very interesting to think of the characteristics and attribute of God as they relate to our dependence upon Him. We cannot only fully depend on Him because He fully IS each of His attributes. Just as I trust my parents because they are honest, so do I completely trust in God because He IS truth. I would not be able to depend on Him so completely if His characteristics (love, mercy, grace, omniscience, etc.) were not complete.

"For if differentiations were assumed in God, even the feeling of absolute dependence could not be treated as such and as always and everywhere the same. For , in that case, there must be differences having their source in something beyond the difference of the life-moments through which the feeling (of dependence) makes its appearance in the mind."

God MUST be immutable and all of His characteristics must be united because, if not, then we would be depending on a Being that is one thing in moment and another the next. Therefore our dependence would vary from situation to situation and God would never be able to be constantly depended upon.

Did all that make sense? Cool.

P.S. I commented on Will Drake's

Happy, Happy, blah

Ode On A Grecian Urn

“Ah, happy, happy boughs! That cannot shed

Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;

And, happy melodist, unwearied

Forever piping songs, for ever new;

More happy love! More happy, happy love!

For ever warm and still to be enjoyed,

For ever panting, and forever young;

All breathing human passion far above;

That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed;

A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.”

In stanza three of Ode on A Grecian Urn, Keats speaks of how wonderful it must be to have a life like that of those depicted on the urn – to live a life where everything is constant, and one will “remain unwearied” and “forever young;” in a land where the trees never “bid the spring adieu.” However, his tone makes the reader begin to question the greatness of such a static life. Keats saturates this stanza with the words “happy, happy” and the phrase “for ever this” and “forever that” to the point of cloying the reader. He makes this life on the Urn seem so far away from reality that it is irrelevant to our every day lives.

I also found it interesting that, while Keats recognized that human passion did not affect the “silent” urn, he did speak of it as “far above,” as opposed to “far below” or simply “far away.” I believe that this says a lot as to how the speaker views passions – and, ultimately, his ideal of humanity in general

I commented on Kaylie's "Nothing Gold can stay oh and O.o"

Nothing Gold Can Stay. oh and O.o

I really enjoyed reading Keats. I was able to actually read and reread and reread again with his poetry without getting completely annoyed. My favorite of his poems was Ode on a Grecian Urn. In stanza’s II and III I liked the concept that the beauty is eternal, because it’s on the urn. The young lovers’ maiden will always be fair, and they will always be happy because time stands still. They’re stuck in that moment. Outside of the idea of being forever beautiful on this urn it says,
“Mortal passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue”
Really I just liked the way that sounds so I decided to quote it so if it doesn’t fit with what I’m getting to, but essentially it’s saying that outside of this urn, outside of these moments of beauty, passion fades into “a burning forehead and a parching tongue”. It’s kind of like “Nothing Gold Can Stay”: beauty is not immortal and happiness is not eternal.
The final lines of the poem were so intriguing to me.
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty, --that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”
I wouldn’t say that I have a full understanding of what that means but this is just my thought process on it. I thought of Plato’s Allegory of The Cave and how they knew nothing else but these shadows they saw, so maybe it’s the same idea. If all someone sees is this Urn and it represents beauty- frozen, timeless, beauty- then that’s your truth. Maybe it’s not all that there is but it’s all that is seen, ergo, all that is known. And if it’s all that is known then it’s your truth… right? But then again no one is being tied down and forced to stare at only this urn, still I’m perplexed because if he’s saying finding truth is beauty I’m lost as to where truth is represented in this poem. It’s a man looking at an urn and seeing moments in time, perfect moments then he doesn’t see passion fading, or youth growing old and decaying (which is basically what happens as you get older. Just saying) and aren’t those things just as real as the beauty represented on the urn? I have reached no conclusion at this point, and thus I’m still completely in the dark. Everyone talks about this seeing the light moment and I’ve yet to reach that point.


P.S I commented on Danielle's "This is basically what I’ve been mulling over in class for the past few weeks."

True or False:

I was getting a little frustrated by the whole poetry woohoo thing, so I decided to skip this blog until I began to read our second reading for the week (not poetry :)

"Schle" and that is what I shall call him.

**Don't worry Dr. Mitchell I am a-strugglin' with the text, but for my blog I wanted to just write some stuff, not struggle quite as much**

So I was reminded of Aquinas as I read "Schle", very orderly and organized with lots of complex ideas....maybe I was alone.

Real Beginning:

I really liked his (I think it was Schle, it was in the Schle packet) "On Religion: Speeches to Its Cultured Despisers" mainly because I thought it was funny...which I like readings I find entertaining (who would have guessed?). Anyway, as he is making this defense he is as title suggests speaking to a crowd who thinks they have no need for God. (I have NEVER known anyone like that) They don't believe they need God mainly because they are slightly (*sarcasm*) self absorbed. "Having made a universe for yourselves, you are above the need of thinking of the Universe that made you".

(Man OH Man, this Schle-guy gets it DONE. He is so insulting...I can just imagine whoever is listening to him...)

So what I am really going to write about is the second paragraph in the reading he says, "Might I ask one question?" (I found this particularly ironic because he is asking a question) And after this question he unloads this huge question...

"On every subject, however small and unimportant, you would most willingly be taught by those who have devoted to it their lives and their powers. In your desire for knowledge you do not avoid the cottages of the peasant or the workshops of the humble artizans. How then does it come about that, in matters of religion alone, you hold everything the more dubious when it comes from those who are experts, not only according to their own profession, but by recognition from the state, and from the people? Or can you perhaps, strangely enough, show that they are not more experienced, but maintain and cry up anything rather than religion?"

So he points out the flaw in their reasoning which is their bias. People's bias leads them to say some pretty stupid stuff about things they really don't understand. Its some kind of tendency. For example, some might think all homeless people are lazy bums. Without even having spent any real time with them making a generalization about a whole. I feel sometimes people do that with Christians and shut out the whole message. They may have even met a couple Christians and realized these guys are hypocrites. Which leads to the statement "All Christians are hypocrites"...Great! Right? Schle-man confronts this bias and requests his audience to listen and reconsider their thoughts about the Divine.

Thats why teachers always tell you with true/false statements that questions with "always" or "never" are never true.

(Think about that one :)

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I have to say what stuck out to me most on this weekends readings for honors was the fact that Coleridge was addicted to opium. I am sorry I could not help but notice that. What is worse is I found it easier to understand his writings compared to the other writings we read. I loved the narration preceding the “Kubla Khan” poem. I found it helped add humor while reading his poem which he came up with when he was in a “haze” from opium. All the poetry was smooth and flowed well, so even in the parts where it was hard to understand, it sounded good. No, I am sad to say, there is not much deep thought put into this post. But this is what stuck out to me.

PS - Posted on Will

Beauty. Truth.

In thinking back to last semester, we talked one week with Dr. Schuler about a method used by authors who find themselves in poor or tragic times. They tend to write about the older glorious days. They are seizing the emotions of people who need hope in order to survive, and by reemphasizing a richer age, they are reviving hope in the reader. Likewise, when in prosperous times, authors reconstruct a darker past in writing, both in order to say, "Look at the progress we've made," as well as to remind the audience that society is not immortal. Each case evokes an aged and distant heart in the audience, giving a sense of escape, or a sense of danger.

Ironically, the Romantics were attempting to break trends and find a new way of life. They wrote in new forms, but the idea of revisiting a mystical past was irreplaceable. In his poetry, Keats simultaneously bleeds nostalgia and joy. Certainly, this is quite obvious in his vocabulary, where he vividly illustrates his happiness, but it is done with the same method of dramatizing the old world. In "Ode on a Grecian Urn," Keats scrapes the dust from ancient mythology, and immortalizes it with extreme detail. Stanza V stimulates the reader in this fashion, first addressing the urn as, "O Attic shape!" This tells the reader that the urn is from Athens, the jewel of the ancient Greek empire. Continuing on, it escalates the reader to realize that when the age of his or her own generation is lost, the Greeks will still be remembered for their Kleos, the thing each Greek hero desired, and that the ancient Greeks would continue to teach the pursuit of truth as the ultimate beauty.

Ad augusta per angusta,

Will