Picture into Words

It’s a dark night, bright lights, smoke in the air and people running towards every direction. There are cops everywhere, all of them wearing masks, helmets and protective, black suits. Some of them holding shields to protect themselves, and some with huge guns in their hands. Traffic has been stopped, nothing but people, on the streets. Trash and papers on the floor and in the air, as if a tornado had hit. There is a big crowd behind them, police men running out there, to see what all that commotion is all about. The street lights are on but not respected, it is turned green, but no cars pass by, the name of the streets hang above from the light posts but no one cares to know. There’s a spot in the middle of the street, an open space, where only one thing takes place. A passionate kiss, his lips secured on to hers. No one or anything can stop their love from being. She’s on the street floor, with her hair down flowing down her back, now touching the dirty, outran floor, wearing black silky shorts and a blue long sleeve, and slipper shoes, he lays upon her, wearing jeans that have been dirtied, a gray t-shirt and with a backpack on his back careless of what is going on around them. The chaos doesn’t stop them from loving each other in a fervent way.

Letter To My Mom (:

about "A Women's World" by Eavan Boland

September 14, 2011

Dear Mom,

It has been a good couple of weeks at school now; I’m really focused, and really enjoy all my classes, especially my English class. We already started doing some reading. The first piece that we have read is called “A Women’s World” by Eavan Boland, and it was such a great poem. My class and broke it down to understand it better. We got a lot off of it.

So far, what I’ve understood about this poem is that it is more than just any poem, it has a huge, important point and message behind it. That is why I was so glad that we, as a class got to discuss it thoroughly. The author, Boland, She discusses the argument of women being treated unequal compare to men, and not being able to be given that opportunity to achieve and be successful like men have. In lines 27-28 it says, “We were never on the scene of the crime”, to our society or even the world. Because they never have and if things don’t change they probably will never leave behind those statistics, and stereotypes that our society throws at us, as women.

Mom, is it me or don’t you just agree with me. For example, in our culture, women are seen as being good for “only” one thing, Cooking or cleaning, or both put together. As if cooking and cleaning and taking care of kids, isn’t a hard job to do. We as women aren’t just good for “only” that, we can do that and do many more things, all at once maybe. I’ve seen you mom, multitasking and just doing everything on time, making sure you have food cooked, and a clean home before you go into your seven hour night shift. Just because that’s what you do doesn’t mean my generation has to follow it, because we can all do bigger things, and become bigger people in this world.

Eavan Boland taught me that, her poem said enough, she stated the truth throughout her poem. She refers to a women as a “fire-eater”, someone who is looked at, and “a burning plume” someone who is mistaken to be something like a fire-eater but not being anything at all. In lines 1-4, “Our way of life has hardly changed since a wheel first whetted a knife.” Things haven’t changed mom, people still see women as they were seen before. Maybe not as bad as it was back in the day, I mean at least we can vote now, but the point is, women need to also step up to the plate and stop neglecting the fact that we can do it, that we can become CEO of a billion dollar company, we can own multiple businesses.

Well, mom, hopefully you get the chance to read this poem for yourself, and give me your opinion about it. I would love to discuss this with you.

With love,

Kathya Guevara

Letter to the Author !

"A Women's World"

September 11, 2011

Dear Ms. Boland,

Your poem, “A Women’s World”, was just so remarkable, I really enjoyed reading it, and digging through it, with my English class. I really got to see what it was all about, not just any poem, but one with an important message behind it. Reading it inspired me to write this letter to you, and tell you how I can easily compare it to our society today, and cultures that involucrate my family and culture, which can relate to your piece.

When you wrote, “we were never on the scene of the crime.” Line 27-28. I thought about it like this, women have never been part of the big things that have been accomplished in our world today, nor years ago. This makes me realize that this issue has been longing for so much time now. My family comes from a culture where women are in charge of certain things, things like, keeping the home clean, having food cooked and done, and taking care of the children. Simple, nothing more nothing less. How are women going to step out of that “cycle” if they just have this way on living, as if it was mandatory, but I guess it kind of is.

I can relate our society today to how you compare two different women throughout your poem. One as a “fire-eater” and another as a “plume”. I’m not sure if I understand completely but to me it seems as if you evaluated yourself what a woman should be towards the world and what women in reality are really looked as. In lines 47-56 “That woman there craned to the starry mystery is merely getting a breath of evening air, while this one here---her mouth a burning plume---she’s no fire-eater, just my frosty neighbor coming home.” Ms. Boland, this is exactly what I mean, I see how you write that a woman is stretching her neck out to see what is out there, and this woman that you speak of seems to be someone looking out there and beyond to what can be hers. And this other woman, she’s just taking a breath while it’s cold outside, as if she was a fire-eater nothing the less she’s just a frosty neighbor coming home.

All women should be like the woman you speak about, things would change if women took charge and not underestimated themselves, and just went for what they are eager for. This is how I can connect, because I feel that I can’t be another woman who will follow this “culture” of only staying home and being a housewife, and thought there isn’t anything wrong with that. I believe I can be a housewife and be strong in a work force, be in charge of more than just cleaning and cooking.

I enjoyed reading your poem, and being able to state my opinion about it. Hope you can write back, thank you.

Sincerely,

Kathya Guevara

first post (:

yaay! just got my english 113 Blogg ! (: