Modernism, the Contemporary, and Women
This 1-page collage poster image channels the poets we've studied perfectly (for me, anyway!) Reading the work of H.D. and Gertrude Stein, and Sylvia Plath and Carolyn Forche -- all of these women and their varied experiences says so much about how women can't be classified into a single experience. And yet, the themes in all of these works -- for me, is the misunderstanding of women's roles and challenges and the issues that we face. Society has one image of women, and women have to push to fight against that image to make a world for themselves. Women poets throughout the decades have had to face a lot of strife. The poems we've read by these women not only represent their individual and autobiographical stories, but also, they question their experiences and question the world around them and what that world is asking of them (and putting on them.) So here is my little fish swimming in the sky, and a story with corrections, because nothing is ever finished, and the dancing ballerinas in the desert who have broken off of their little, wooden stands and are out seeing the world.
This 1-page collage poster image channels the poets we've studied perfectly (for me, anyway!) Reading the work of H.D. and Gertrude Stein, and Sylvia Plath and Carolyn Forche -- all of these women and their varied experiences says so much about how women can't be classified into a single experience. And yet, the themes in all of these works -- for me, is the misunderstanding of women's roles and challenges and the issues that we face. Society has one image of women, and women have to push to fight against that image to make a world for themselves. Women poets throughout the decades have had to face a lot of strife. The poems we've read by these women not only represent their individual and autobiographical stories, but also, they question their experiences and question the world around them and what that world is asking of them (and putting on them.) So here is my little fish swimming in the sky, and a story with corrections, because nothing is ever finished, and the dancing ballerinas in the desert who have broken off of their little, wooden stands and are out seeing the world.
