“It’s not even us,” Verlaine said. “It’s science.”
As if they aren't responsible if she dies or for what they did to the other girl.
“It’s not even us,” Verlaine said. “It’s science.”
As if they aren't responsible if she dies or for what they did to the other girl.
going down to the sea in her ship
she was sinking, killing herself, drowning with the ship.
infanticide
intentional killing of an infant
because I had done my crime and was in the process of doing my time.
not there by choice - what crime?
our well-articulated thoughts being recorded for later analysis.
These two people are volunteers for experimental chemicals that make the exterior world seem better, and makes them more versed in language or libido etc etc.
nil
zero
I was sensing the eternal in the ephemeral.
eternal= Lasting forever, no end or beginning ephemeral= Lasting a short time
And they all made a home with those of their own— rats, bedbugs, blacks.
Japanese people were placed on the lowest level of the American man's hierarchy. Along with rats, bedbugs, and black people.
One grew a mustache and called himself Carlos.
Trying to pass off as someone else, of a different ethnic background.
what has its place, and must be passed on to others.
The man, whomever/whatever the poet is alluding to (America? Government? General statement?) "he" teaches his "children" to hate, to "punish" to put things and people in categories as if he can decide their place.
so it is only natural that one should fly into camp
It's not really natural, except in these circumstances, I feel the poet is referring the pheasant to the people in camps. (They are oriental, therefore, they are of Asian decent)
and shot him through the head.
dramatic shift
common concepts of collective survival. . .
community does this for each other.
Memory had been there forever.
anthropomorphism? Describing memory as a woman, specifically a Mexican American Woman?
microcosm
Definition: a community, place, or situation regarded as encapsulating in miniature the characteristic qualities or features of something much larger.
This was the Great Valley, and we had swept in to do the grooming. We were on the move, tending what was essentially someone else’s garden.
Great Valley as in California? Grooming what was someone else's garden - as in working on a farm? Fruits, vineyards, plantations?
For aught Georgiana knew, it might be a pavilion among the clouds.
wait a second, has he been drugging her?
Georgiana’s lovers were wont to say that some fairy at her birth hour had laid her tiny hand upon the infant’s cheek, and left this impress there in token of the magic endowments that were to give her such sway over all hearts.
I think this is really sweet but as the paragraph goes on it includes the opinions of other women; that her birthmark "destroyed" her beauty.
mar
disfigure
Truth often finds its way to the mind close muffled in robes of sleep, and then speaks with uncompromising directness of matters in regard to which we practise an unconscious self-deception during our waking moments.
A fancy way of saying that our dreams tell us truths we deny in our waking day.
ineludible
unavoidable
sagacious
wise/clever showing good judgement
Thus it is that ideas, which grow up within the imagination and appear so lovely to it and of a value beyond whatever men call valuable, are exposed to be shattered and annihilated by contact with the practical.
Despite being written in the 1800's this quote still rings true to this day. Imagination and the ideas that foster that creativity will be challenged by the "practical." Practical people aren't artists, they aren't writers or innovators. Practical is taking the easy route because you don't believe there is more in this life than making money.
Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness –
Assent, and you are sane – Demur – you’re straightway dangerous – And handled with a Chain.
To 'assent' is to agree. During Dickinson's time it was expected of women to be passive and submissive. Therefore leading to the end of the poem, to 'demur' is to question or raise doubt; a dangerous trait in a woman such as herself. I like the off rhyme about "handled with a Chain."