Wednesday, September 10, 2008

what to do....what to do...

What I would like for this paper to do for me.....

get closer to the inner me...
allow myself to better understand the process of thinking deeply and potentially being able to understand thinking deeply better
explore the insanity that is my family


gang infested suburbia
left alone by my babysitter
neighbors robbed
drug deals a block away
9 year old friends bragging about sex

dopeshit...the insult that wasn't an insult
ma's side of the family drinkin and tokin' up
the 7/11 -- slurpees are the way to a child's heart
tee-ball -- ted nugent when we win, ted nugent when we lose...papa smurf liked his ted nugent
insults
curse words
black-eyes -- all at the ages 2-3
i see london i see france...i see christina's vagina pants
tears, tears, and more tears
eatin cereal and eggs for dinner til ma starts workin again
big field in backyard with a creek...no name, just a lot of fun
pop's side of the family is overly "nice"
whole side moves away except for one
competetive from an early age -- devastated by loss
tears, tears, and more tears....couldn't bear to fail or let people down
strive to impress my dad...always coming up short
my weight is a source of fun for others...discouragement for myself
move to smaller suburb, no gangs!
no driveway
mayfair park...sister gets lost
10 years old, unable to deal with changes so easily
tears, tears, and more tears
ma drinks a bit more
seemingly indestructible, pops gets sick
ma has a break down, consoled in the night
learn to cook and clean on my own at around 12
find out my uncle is gay -- socially accepting of new and different lifestyles
start smoking
music and guitar are an escape -- in my room away from my family much more often
highschool starts, new friends, new place
new found love for english, lose interest in math
quit smoking
mistrust
war
gas prices skyrocket
drop a deuce
dreams of educating the youth...or perhaps making them laugh more than anything
start smoking
Carmen
love
ma gets wasted one night, crawls into bed with me thinking its hers....got me off drinking for at least another year
drinkin, smokin
havin good times
get high every now and then
sam disowns my uncle (her father) for his lifestyle -- manipulatory
mike kicked out
steve divorced
matt a pothead
grandma a pothead
summer...
stop smoking
stop drinking
no drugs
sisters....
older sister tokin up in the basement -- role model to my younger sister...
leave, embark on my own journey
frustration
responsibility
chance to make people proud
"If reading literature did make you a better person, then it was hardly in the direct ways that this case at its most euphoric had imagined. It was possible to explore the 'great tradition' of the English novel and believe that in doing so you were addressing questions of fundamental value -- questions which were of vital relevance to the lives of men and women wasted in fruitless labor in the factories of industrial capitalism. But it was also conceiveable that you were destructivley cutting yourself off from such men and women, who might be a little slow to recognize how a poetic enjambement enacted a movement of physical balancing."
Eagleton p. 58
"Elsewhere, in an essay on the french poet Maurice de Guerin, Arnold defines poetry as a form of art that 'reconciles him with himself and his universe,' carefully excluding criticism of society from poetry's 'criticism of life'. Therefore, though culture may be concerfned with making the individual better, that is not necessarily to say that it is concerned with the restructuring of society."
Viswanathan p. 66
"It is not surprising that the banking concept of education regards men adaptable, manageable beings. The more students work at storing the deposits entrusted tothem, the less they develop the citical consciousness which would result from their intervention in the world as transformers of that world. The more completely they accept the passive role imposed on them, the more they tend simply to adapt to the world as it is and to the fragmented view of reality deposited to them."
Freire p. 70
With love...
Danny B

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