Monday, November 4, 2013

Poetry on Campus


            Bradley University recently hosted a reading by poet Bob Hicok, celebrating their 30th annual writers series. Hicok, after being introduced by Bradley professor and Illinois Poet Laureate Kevin Stein, read a selection of his work, some Hicok was even surprised to find he never titled. His poems were about a wide range of topics, from the personality of tattoos, insecurities, family, immigration, and our very own Peoria.
            Even though the poems in Hicok’s poetry books are just text, when giving a reading, poetry turns into a performance, which can add or subtract from the audience’s interpretations. Hicok showed this by adding commentary in between poems, like describing the poem or situation and cracking some jokes. Hicok also performed in the way he read his poems, his volume raising and lowering based off what he was reading. This can either help the audience understand the words with emphasis in his poems, or it can distract audiences from other important parts and they can misunderstand the meaning of the piece.
            This phenomenon is similar to when writers write plays that are only meant to be read. If someone directed their work, the director or actors could perform it in a way unintended and add some of their own interpretations. The text is pure, but other people’s interpretations, like the way actors say certain lines and present their characters, can fool people from the meaning of the original text, just like the performer’s volume in a poetry reading, even if the one reading is the poet himself.
            Another phenomenon Hicok might have used was drawing your work from other works, and being inspired by those before him. One of Hicok’s poems, “Peoria,” was a lot like Kate Chopin’s “The Storm,” since they both had a physical storm and an emotional storm. Hicok’s “Peoria” is about the narrator at an airport where he meets a girl named Caroline. Caroline was worried about her mother and anxious to get to her, and her emotional storm was seen in the way Caroline’s eyes butterflied across the room and the narrator even said he saw the storm in her face. The physical storm was hurricane Katrina, which was going on at that very time.
            This is similar to “The Storm” because the mother and wife of the story, Calixta, had an affair, which definitely “stormed” away from what was acceptable in the nineteenth century, which this story takes place in. The physical storm, the thunder and rain, was why her husband and child were still out of the house. These two stories are similar enough that Hicok may have been inspired by Chopin.
            Bob Hicok closed his reading with a poem about Michigan, and how their February is 13 months long, with a sky gray and angry. After his reading he signed books and talked with some of the audience members, and after the Wyckoff room was empty again, Bradley’s 30th annual writers series was over, with any un-purification of text and inspired writing leaving with it.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Black-and-White Tales


PEORIA, Ill.—Simple and classic is one way to describe the gallery reception for printmaker Jennifer Anderson's "Absence Implicates."

The gallery reception was held at the Heuser Art Gallery on September 19. Anderson's pieces were on display from August 28 to September 20.

Anderson's prints were hung with black frames on a contrasting white wall. Her black-and-white artwork looks like simple flower and leave designs until you move closer. Closer, you can see lines that make the  flowers look newsy, and closer still you can make out waves and faces. The more you look at it, the more you see, which turns each of her pieces into a never-ending tale.

The piece shown in the photo above consists of two faces on either side, each one has a face that is looking longingly at the another.

Gender is hard to decipher here, but emotion is not; on the right hand side the onlooker is looking at someone who is clearly upset, while the other side features a character telling a story to his onlooker, who, with hand under chin, is clearly enticed.

According to the bio offered in the gallery, Anderson's prints arise from the folklores of her Southern Appalachian upbringing, and through her art she examines the complexity of the human form and life.

A story within a story, or many more, depending on how long you watch her prints.




Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The END of "The Other Typist"

I would really like to stress that this is NOT a review of "The Other Typist," a novel set back in the 1920s where speakeasies and "modern women" ran rampant, the first novel by the obviously gifted Suzanne Rindell. No, this is not a review of her novel.

This is a review of the END of her novel, so if you have not read the book yet, please do NOT read this. Please. It will absolutely positively ruin everything for you.

I finished her book this very afternoon, and I have a horrid habit of always turning to the last page in the novel just to make sure the characters end up happy. Of course, when I do this, it is because it is already certain that the characters will NOT end the way I want them to, and that's what I did earlier on in this novel, so I knew that Rose wasn't entirely... herself... at the end of it all and was indeed going by the name Ginevra.

Even though I cheated to the end like I always cheat to the end, the end I knew was coming confused me, and didn't at the same time. I instantly went to google "the other typist ending," and it looks like I am not the only fan to do so.

I read a review of the end, and even though my idea is different from theirs, I will post both here because I think both of them are VERY plausible.

1) Not my idea, but I do slightly agree: I read a review by a website with a really long name that mentioned a split personality disorder and to me, it is possible that Rose, Odalie and Ginevra were ALL the same person. My reasoning behind this is my own, and it is that Rose never noticed Frank's advances, and when she finally did, she thought they were directed at Odalie. It makes sense to me that Rose would be offended by Lieutenant Detective winking at her because it was not her half that was supposed to be the seductress, it was Odalie's half. I also believe this is possible because Rose mentioned at the end that she was suddenly thinking of Teddy's face when he was sent to his death far below. How else could she think of the face if she hadn't thought of the face?

I firmly believe Rose when she said Odalie did it, even though believing a narrator in an institute for the otherwise-sane might not be the smartest move ever. Of course, trusting Odalie wasn't the smartest move ever, either. . . . Since I believe ODALIE did it, the only way ROSE could've seen his face was if they were the same person, but it was ODALIE'S side that did the dark deed.

I also believe that if this scenario is correct then Teddy not recognizing Rose but recognizing Odalie could've symbolized that their unified one confused him, since he had always envisioned the personality of Odalie, but when the character slipped into Rose he second-guessed himself.

I think that this is all very plausible, especially the Frank scenario, since if I was trying to get away with more than one personality, I wouldn't want them confused; I would want the seductress to do the seducing and the plain one to be just that, the plain one. If someone flirted with the plain one I would be upset that the siren wasn't good enough for them and would treat them like how Rose treated Lieutenant Detective.

2) My theory is that Rose is sane enough. I don't think she is completely sane, because she was obviously obsessed with Odalie, which to me symbolized that the young women of the 1920s were obsessed with being the image of a "modern woman."

The end of the book where Lieutenant Detective, or Frank, went to visit Rose symbolized a turning point to me. Before she received her "gift" from Odalie, Rose only thought of proving her innocence, but when Frank came to visit her, she saw something else: Life was one large board game, and Odalie was just playing it. Odalie stole Rose's life to play the game, so Rose decided to do that same.

She decided to finally enter the game by becoming Odalie, something she has always wanted to do. So she kissed Frank and seduced the knife from him and cut her hair into a silky bob like her not-so-bossom-buddy. Yes, she didn't believe that Frank would come back to visit her, but she was able to seduce all she needed out of him to start her transformation, and that was the knife and the lighter.

I believe that after these pages stopped Rose set to seduce the doctor and anyone else she needed to to get out of there as quickly as possible. Yes, she believed the doctor had morals, but that's what she also believed of Sergeant, and he was easily seduced by Odalie. In my head, she gets out of there, "Odalie"s her way up in the 1920s world as Odalie had, and tracks down Odalie.

I believe that they become corrupt business partners, but no longer out of real love/ fake love, but respect and an understanding, even if they could never trust one another.

This is just my theory though, and I agree when authors say that a book belongs to the reader, and it is their's to decipher.

"Two can play at this game."

The Past and the Future

Hello interweb! For all of those who have read the posts I made years ago and want a repeat of those, I'm sorry but you will be disappointed.

For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I used to blog not exactly a "hate" blog, but I would mention and slightly poke fun at current events, specifically current celebrity events. I did this in a very Chelsea Handler and Seth Meyers fashion, I believe, and this was even before I had ever watched Weekend Update and saw just how similar my words were to theirs.

As I write this I am contemplating deleting those old posts. I have various reasons for and against this, and it's the same reason I never deleted my Harry Potter fan fiction, which I only got into the first few chapters of before never going back to that site.

I want to delete them because I don't like my past writing style, and I want to send this blog in a new direction; a better direction. However, like my HP fan fiction and anything else I have ever written, I never delete or erase anything I have ever written. It could be useful in the future, I don't know.

I am thinking of making this a place to write reviews, and the reason for this is that I love writing and thinking of reviews. I used to be the A&E Editor of a community college newspaper, and writing reviews of plays and events was a lot of fun, so I may start doing that here. I may also mention news of current events and make humorous remarks on them.

Now, because of that last sentence, I am back to not wanting to delete anything. Ever. I am a cyber hoarder.

Everyone needs to move on in a new direction eventually.