Its funny how paradise makes life feel perfect.
Escape is the secret behind every vacation...
until you return home and reality caves in on the little joys you once soaked in.
Sometimes, when I look at Blue, I see the ocean, in all of its extraordinary perfection.
A reflection of purity and depth,
my Absolute necessity for survival
But there is no such thing as a perfect man. A perfect life. reality transcends dream
At times my boat is rocked by his seas
storms thunder // waves swallow me //
but it is him who comes to the rescue- breathes air into my lungs.
What is perfection, anyways?
I'm no Princess, there is no wonderland, and Charming...such childish nonsense
Love is not a storybook
it is real, it is hard, it is now & it is mine
What lasts forever?
This was a love story from the start.
Am I gross with clichés?
"Look at me, I'm in love, I'm in love!"
Will,
I love the way you love me, I think it's perfect.
I'd even face my terrors of scuba diving again if it meant more paradise with you.
-Rachel
This blog project really captured the essence of our class. The books we read this semester were difficult yet impeccable samples of how intertextuality impacts text and interpretation. Mumbo Jumbo was an experience of race and jazz culture, Nadja explored concepts of surrealism, Vas challenged the body as text and science, and Written on the Body demolished gender and clichés. Among the many other texts, all of these examples of inter-textual relationships established the foundation for our network of blogs.
ReplyDeleteI believed that incorporating my classmates blogs would be challenging, but it turned out to provide a general flow for my romance/ocean theme. There was potential to radically change these elements, but after writing the first post, I really wanted to continue exploring the embellished and smooth writing style and felt comfortable and challenged by a love poem(ish) backdrop. Consequently, I began to feel tacky and redundant with the continued incorporation of my themes, but again, did not want to compromise the subject and felt compelled to complete it on the same notes.
The second post incorporated my classmates subject about “natives” which was simple. My third post included a reference to a blog’s characters name, “Elly Williston,” who allegedly hated the ocean. It seemed forced to include, but after further analysis I think it may have advanced the dreamy confusion I hoped to reflect from Nadja. I also had the shining opportunity to include graffiti art in this post following our study of Banksy’s Exit Through the Gift Shop. The forth post began with an awareness for a “material culture,” the main subject in a different blog. This was also the first time I played with inter-textual links to YouTube. I think it was a distraction from the words and didn’t play into my own rhythm, but it also added an interesting dimension and countered the unexpectedly heavy post questioning death. My final post “ended” on multiple levels; the vacation, the fantasy, and the ideals of perfection all came to a close. I also attempted to lighten the seriousness of the posts by finally putting a face with the name "Blue," although I chose a very goofy photo. The “princess” subject from a classmates blog fit nicely because this common term among young girls is what creates ideals for the way men should behave, and women should be treated. I liked shedding this term of its stereotype and bringing home this sense of “reality.”