One day or another

What is irony? Irony is the incongruity of what is expected and what actually happens. Why I am writing more on this weird comedy? It is for the simple fact that I encounter this motherfucker of an allegory almost every single day of my life. Some days more than others obviously, so what was it about today that made it so disgustingly ironic? In this globalized age where no one is free of personal invasion I received a message from my only love. The one that breaks my heart every time I think of her. This message was pertaining to, what they hell I am doing this disappointing summer? “Nothing just wishing I was with you”. “Do you have a place in Montana this summer I could live at”? “No fuck not until august”. This is just something I guess that will always happen between her and me. Irony good or bad maybe something good will happen right. I finish this message though with the beautiful thought on the possibilities of life. Maybe something will happen maybe nothing; at least the thought of myself still breezes around her psyche.

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"It was all a dream i used to read word up magazine" Juicy

Finding Classics In Everything

As this semester comes to a close I just wanted to talk briefly about how after taking this course I am able to find examples of classical literature on almost a daily bases. From the Homeric Hymns to the Golden Ass the eternities blow in the wind everyday and everywhere I go. Walking down main street I see a joker playing a trick on his older brother, I see a mother nurturing her beautiful young daughter. I look to the gutter, I see the headline of some young 14 year old girl committing suicide in the name of true love, I walk into a bar to order a drink and what do I see a bunch of men arguing over what love really is. Over across the bar at that same moment there are women talking about how they are not going to sleep with their men until they stop being selfish pricks. Walking by cactus records there are about 15 teenybopper girls drooling over a poster of the hottest new rocker on the scene. This all happens almost in the first hour of walking through down town Bozeman one of the most far removed places from ancient Greece. I ask my self where is the Metamorphoses and where is the Golden Ass. I realize that I am the Metamorphoses of my self, coming to downtown Bozeman 6 months ago I would not have been able to spot any of these classical characteristics now they swim in my head with infinite questions of life. As for the Golden Ass, I started to think about what it truly meant to be a Golden Ass. Being a Golden Ass is just a period of time where you are ostracized and rejected from a community; having this happen to a person though helps gain new insight from just simply listening. Everyone at one time another has been a Golden Ass. Being an Ass is having the ability to learn and be a better person. So what I have profited from all this. In probably the most simplistic answer to this question Classical Foundation Of Literature has been one of most enjoyable classes I have ever taken. A more thoughtful answer would be the pleasure of learning about great literature. Finally my most thoughtful answer is the ability to recognize the eternities in more modern literature and even more importantly in everyday life. All of theses answers are answers I stand by regarding the course. I loved taking Classical Foundations Of Literature and have been recommending it to anyone that has the opportunity to take the course.

Note to Dr. Sexson
Thank you for a great semester. You are one of the most inspiring teachers and people I have ever had the privilege to meet. Thank you so much for time, company and passion for teaching

Blog About Jon Orsi’s Blog

In response to Jon Orsi’s blog I will ask firstly how would I describe Jon Orsi. Jon Orsi is a fun loving son of a gun that likes wearing Carhartt pants, crying in front of beautiful sunsets and a nice friendly game of polo at the country club on Sunday afternoons. All and all though he is a great kid and a good companion so that’s why I thought I should comment on one of his blogs and give my altering opinion of the story of Pygmalion

All right time for serious business, I don’t agree with Orsi when he says, “that the story of Pygmalion is false information”. The reason for this is my own personal view of the subject matter. I feel like Orsi interpreted the story Pygmalion wrong because of the underlying story of the metamorphoses. Even though the movie “Weird Science” told a very similar story to the one f Pygmalion I feel that it was in a very different context. The movie “Weird Science” was geared toward crazed 80’s teens wearing t-shirts with sideways neon pink triangles on them; Pygmalion’s story rests in the book of changes with a far deeper metaphor than simply, boy can’t girl, boy make girl, girl teaches boy to be cool, boy get real girl. The story of Pygmalion to me had more to do with the redemptive power of art. Pygmalion created a structure so beautiful and with so much of his passion that it came to life. Great art comes to life and immortalizes the artist. That is why do not believe that this is the sad story of some dirty old man. It is a story that is intertwined in book that talks about bodies becoming other bodies and having immortality through beautiful art. So on that note I am going to leave this as it is and wait for Orsi to write a blog about my blog

Little Gidding T.S Eliot

I just finished reading this poem for the second time. I have a fair amount of things to say about the poem but not enough to truly do it justice but I figured it is better to talk about something rather than nothing. T.S Eliot in this poem is clearly channeling Ovid. He opens the poem by talking about midwinter spring and closes the poem by talking about how you always end up where you started in life. Well just the other day I wrote about Pythagoras and his philosophy of seasonal changes and a lifecycles. Midwinter spring is the season were a being has died and is born again. I found this really strange that two days after doing a blog about this I find myself doing another one. Another thing that I found to be a channel of Ovid was how he would always come back to talking about fire and water. I believe he tried to do this because fire and water in the metamorphoses represented part of the main components of the earth and life. For T.S Eliot though I feel he tired to talk about water as the beginning of life and fire as the end but in circulatory way. Where I came up with crazy notion was that he said that fire was the language of the dead. I know this isn’t much to go on but I have not read the poem enough to go on accurate assessments. Anyway I know this a very lazy interpretation of the poem but while I was writing this I started to feel more inclined to attack one of Jon Orsi’s blogs and blog about that. So I hope at least I put down accurately at least a couple of the metaphors