Circe and the sirens are a staple of Greek mythology. They are both temptresses that lure in men and either kidnap them, like Circe, or send them to their doom, like sirens.
It is interesting for Louise Glück to include these staples in her poems and how she ties it into the topic of adultery. The title of Circe's Torment contains multiple interpretations in its own way - the torment Circle inflicts upon her men, but the poem looks at the torment of herself.
High school was painful. There's that joke that's been going around on twitter lately that says something along the lines of "every person who was depressed in high school was attached to their English teacher", and I've never felt more called out.
My senior year of high school, one of the English classes I took was about social issues in which we looked at primarily mental health in society. We read Ken Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. Our final project included doing a multi-genre research project in which we could choose the subject.
Now, after reading those novels I was pretty entranced in the mental health theme. I already am enthralled by mental and mood disorders and have a close connection with depression and anxiety and suicide. For the research project I did an infographic section on depression, a photo portfolio of what it is like to live with depression, and I wrote an original story loosely (or maybe not so loosely) based on my own life and excruciating turmoil I was living in, all through my protagonist Margaret.
A Streetcar Named Desire is one of Tennessee Williams' most famous plays. Not only is it simply iconic and memorable (i.e.: Steeellllaaa!!!!!) but it paints the world as it was then and how it is now.
The Harlem Renaissance was a powerful time of reclamation for not only African American writers and poets, but for African Americans as a whole. It took the definition of renaissance literally - it was a rebirth for those to find their pride and their courage to be and make whatever they chose their own.
Poems have never been easy for me to read. It often takes about twenty read-throughs in order to really grasp the idea of what the poet is trying to convey, and hey – why can’t they just use normal words? You can guess I was a little off-put when my class started out with analyzing poetry.
But thank goodness for Modernist poetry. In reading Writing the Nation, I was so happy to see that, in the biographies of the poets, all their rejections of old poetry. Marianne Moore even said it herself: “I too, dislike it: there are things important beyond all this fiddle.”