Christi Smith

bonus quiz

smithchristikprp — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:56:55 +0000

Although “Henry and June” and “Middlesex” were very different, the concept was the same. Both of the stories expressed a main character find their self. Anais found herself by becoming a very sexual being. She wanted to sleep with everyone and feel pleasure. Cal found himself by loving the Object when he was Calli and becoming a run away. Both of the stories had sex scenes and descriptions that a modest mind may not be comfortable with.

Some of their sexual experiences can be compared. Calli loved the Object the moment she first saw her in English class. Anais loved Henry the moment she first saw him in her driveway. Calli and Anais both became friends with their obsession before becoming lovers. They both also felt like they were doing something wrong. Calli didn’t want to be attracted to girls but she couldn’t help it. She felt like she was doing something wrong and she knew she was different than other girls. Anais was cheating on her husband and knew it was wrong or she wouldn’t have hid it. And although they both thought they were doing something wrong they couldn’t deprive their bodies and hearts of their “sin.”

Another similar relationship was Cal and Julie to Anais and June. Cal was attracted to Julie the first time he saw her with her bike. Anais was attracted to June the first time she saw her at Henry’s house. Cal and Anais both thought they wouldn’t be accepted by their attractions. Cal didn’t let girls see his parts because he feared rejections. Although he really like Julie he wasn’t about to let his guard down. Anais felt shy around June and didn’t think June would be attracted to her at first. They both also had gaps in the relationships. Cal stopped talking to Julie after their weekend getaway because he didn’t want the relationship to progress. June always left Anais in Paris to go home. The stories then showed acceptance. Cal told Julie about his situation and she agreed to keep seeing him. Anais and June had a sexual encounter but that relationship didn’t last much longer.

The stories were full of sexual desires and hope.

Hours (last poem triolet)

smithchristikprp — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:23:27 +0000

The hour less days are almost over

Soon I may finally get some sleep

Now I run and wait for the after

The hour less days are almost over

Still I move on and take on the bother

Stress is strong and the worries that I keep

The hour less days are almost over

Soon I may finally get some sleep

lento

smithchristikprp — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:10:48 +0000

It came on strong and hard

Hit me and took all my time

Orbit bigger than my yard

Lit my fire to find a rhyme

Sit down and do it right

Admit your strength and sail

Quit, no that doesn’t require a fight

Shit, no that won’t even move a nail

final blog

smithchristikprp — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:01:01 +0000

This is my final blog. I want to reflect on the class. We started reading “Watership Down” which seemed to drag on forever but helped me understand the monomyth. I learned about archetypes and how they are active in my own life. Then I read “Siddhartha” which I thought should have more detail, but I loved it. We watched the musical “Into the Woods” and read “The Color Purple.” Then we watched the movie “The Color Purple” and compared the two. They were clearly different but the movie was still good. Finally we started reading “Middlesex” (I’m almost done with it). It goes into so much detail but tells an interesting story. We are finishing the movie “Henry and June” and watching a lot of naked bodies. In English 121 I learned about stories and how they are all similar. I learned that I actually like reading and that poetry is simple. I realized I love feminism and tarot cards aren’t evil. AHHH what….a class.

poem #29 monorhyme

smithchristikprp — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:39:29 +0000

When she realized it was too late

Nobody left to pass her trait

She won’t have her little playmate

All will stay the same including her weight

Too many this will relate

Who knows maybe it’s fate

Stuck (poem #28 Tanka)

smithchristikprp — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:28:37 +0000

Restless hearts and minds

Are shaking with frustrations

Though no one sees them

They ache and want to be free

But captive they stay today

blog #25

smithchristikprp — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:21:56 +0000

I completed my final project over Thanksgiving break. I made a movie like I said I would. I wasn’t sure until two days before I filmed what the movie would be about. The script was supposed to be a rap but it turns out my friends can’t rap. It’s about a girl who saves a man from a dragon and then he rescues her from the river. The acting is really bad so it ended up being funny. The acting also caused me to have much editing. Haha. There are only two people in the movie but I incorporated a lot of things from the monomyth. There is a familiar, a guide, water, woods, and it’s a feminist movie.

quiz

smithchristikprp — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:45:47 +0000

Queer theory is anything that isn’t “normal” in society. In “Middlesex” there are events that can be deconstructed using queer theory. The grandmother and grandfather of person telling the story did something “different.” They fell in love. They felt like it was wrong at first and tried to stop theirselves. Once they knew they couldn’t hold back their feelings any longer they had to do something to change the way people would look at them. They didn’t want to seem weird but they knew that’s what others would think. So they boarded a ship to take them to safety and pretended now to know each other. They pretended to fall in love on the ship, in front of everyone and eventually got married on the ship. This seems like a shady thing but really they just wanted to be accepted. They weren’t weird and deserved a chance. This is queer theory because they did something different and covered it up.

normal (poem #27 idyll)

smithchristikprp — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:55:33 +0000

Puppy rushing through the leaves

His face as one big smile doesn’t worry

Doesn’t worry why the trees are still

Doesn’t worry why the water is so cool

The sun is shining and that is enough

blog #24

smithchristikprp — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:48:24 +0000

In class we talked about queer theory. Then we discussed how we are all different and can all be considered “weird.” I know I feel different most of the time. I have this unsatisfying need to move. I also can’t understand why anyone would rather eat a cow than peas. I don’t even enjoy shopping. People even tell me I’m weird. Sometimes it bothers me, but then I remember they are different too.

Sometimes I find myself calling people weird. Then I feel disappointed in myself. Why do I give myself the right to decide what is acceptable and what is weird? I have had so many upsetting moments throughout my life due to people telling me I’m weird. Maybe it’s weird that other people don’t move all the time, or play with rubber bands, or bounce their legs. Maybe it’s weird that people chose cruelty over vegetables. Maybe it’s weird that people like to walk around and look at things that don’t belong to them. But maybe it’s all just normal. There is no reason that one thing has to be right. We can all be right and normal.

Maybe weird is good. Being different doesn’t have to be a negative thing. I realize this when people don’t have the same ideas as me. They think I’m different and I think that it’s good. Because I’d rather be different than believe something just because it’s normal.

Better than Ezra “Misunderstood”

Talking in her sleep again

Reciting lines start to end

But she’s not crazy

(Knock on wood)

Just a little misunderstood

She takes a walk at 4 a.m.

Wakes the neighborhood again

And I find myself recalling everything she used to tell me

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside

Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part

Everybody loves a situation

Who would ever want to play the part

Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

She’s waiting tables the next day

She pulls a double then on her way

To an audition in Hollywood, yeah,

A little misunderstood

We sit around the house

Waiting for the phone to ring

And I know she alone holds the key

To everything I want to be

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside

Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part

Everybody loves a situation

Who would ever want to play the part

Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend

When you’ve got something you can give them

All I’ve seen, bad and good, she’s not crazy

Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she’s not crazy,

Just a little misunderstood.

Two years later you’re a star

Who’d have thought we’d get this far?

But I’d give it all away if I

Could see you on that day again

When you quit work

And threw that coffee

At the manager jerk

You said, “Close your eyes

I’ve got a surprise

A house in the hills

And a car that drives by.”

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts, don’t it? Inside

Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part

Everybody loves a situation

Who would ever want to play the part

Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend

When you’ve got something you can give them

All I’ve seen, bad and good, she’s not crazy

Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she’s not crazy,

Just a little misunderstood.

I’ve loved this song since the first time I heard it. Because we are all misunderstood in some way or another, at least I am. I have yet to find someone who understands me, but it’s okay.