Studying Whitman and his poetry wasn't what I expected when I accidentally sat in the wrong class the first week of the spring semester. Things happen for a reason and I couldn't be more pleased for this accidental twist of fate. Through this class I have become much more familiar with American poetry and its roots. I hadn't heard of Walt Whitman, Gertrude Stein, Carl Sandburg or Allen Ginsburg before this class; shameful, I know, but I wasn't an English major till this semester so pardon my negligence.
The hybrid format of this class definitely influenced me to work with various types of media for the assignments. The diversity of assignments helped me stay focused and facilitated my adaptation to social and digital media, which is constantly becoming more relevant to communication and work in any industry. This class was definitely a great success for prof. hanley's, students and the class as a whole.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Wow talk about a graphic portrayal of the American youth. Ginsberg, to me, seems to really capture the messy, dirty, young and beautiful hipster experience in Howl. The young love getting fucked, fucked up and creative; Ginsberg captures this lifestyle perfectly along with all the violence, withdrawals and side effects.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
My work experiences hasn't ever been particularly dull or exciting. Generally, work is something that isn't fun while it's happening and is exciting when it's over. I've had had many odd jobs and those are usually the closest to being fun.
When I lived in London I used to work as an admin and a librarian alongside the Dean. He went by numerous names ( dr. Jambi, dr. Johnson, dr. Allen etc.) it was part of my job to memorize these named according to how other people knew him. He was an odd character, to say the least, a man of a very heavy built and poor hygiene. His weight made trips up and down stairs to the restroom a feat. As a result the mugs in the staff room were used at greatest peril, due to their frequent use for relief. Dr. Johnson was a married man and despite the fact that his wife was the bursar, the staff weren't allowed to acknowledge this or pay any attention to any of their intercom fights. This overview is definitely a euphemism of my most odd job thus far.
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