So this humanities Class...

I knew this was going to be a pain... But I am so sick of writing. Like. the writing isn't even that hard once I sit myself down and make me do it. My friend in class recommended writing it in a blog first.

Well, lets see how this goes.

I really don't like the waste land by TS Eliot. Can I start there? I don't like how it does not make any sense. I listened to this reading of it to try to make it make more sense. but it only sort of helped. It was nice because it broke up the speakers so I could tell more easily when there was a transition. And because it showed emphasis and such. but idk. I get that this is supposed to be all fancy and modern and the fact that it is confusing and breaks from tradition is supposed to be all awesome and exciting and part of what makes it so revolutionary. But I don't like it. I don't like the break from tradition. I don't like that it is supposed to be reflective of the modern world. I guess maybe thats because I don't much care for the modern world? Or something? Maybe its too meta and self-referential for me. I've been reading the spark-notes too to try to understand what the fuck is going on. Maybe I'll listen to it again. Sigh.

Part One: The burial of the dead
Caucer,

And then there was more random langauge. Part Two
This one is my favorite. It actually makes sense to me!! Unlike teh first one...
I like the image of the beautiful house and the zooming in on the items around, reminds me of that one old movie about the old lady movie star... whats that movie called...Sunset Boulevard. that one. <3

Then it switches to a sketchy lower-class pub. Which I can totally imagine. Just like I can imagine a crazy rich lady. What is up with the JUG JUG... sigh. Things I don't understand.

CRAZY RICH LADY IS CRAZY

Also bitchy lady is bitchy. who is she talking to I wonder?


Part Three
"white bodies naked on the low wet ground..."

Lots of death and old age and suffering...!

derp, derp, derp... And then there was an old lady. Maybe I need to look at the lolcats one again. *sigh*

My attention span is like zero for this stuff. I can't focus on it.

ewwww, carbuncular. I looked it up and  its either a ruby or pustulating sore. Why would one word mean both of these things?

Who is Tieresius...? sigh. don't care. 


Part Four

Part Five
What is the deal with the rock and the water and all this shit? It must be all symbolic or something.
I don't like it still. Its so stuff and not original. It reminds me of hipsters where they try really hard to make shit that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it would make more sense if I had more context.

If we look at it as part of the hero's journey... its a confusing journey. With many voices. Many perspectives. Much self reference but through non-traditional means.

It makes me want to read these Anthropological stuff its supposed to be based on.

This poem has lots of gross and weird imagry. Lots and lots. Of death and ...more death. by water or fire or whatever. Then there were zombies and other things. war and unhappiness and infidelity. 

SO MUCH DEATH.

So what is the horror? Rock, water, death, the unknown, the expectations, the evils of the world, the confusion, the lack of structure or understanding, even for the reader.