Anne Bradstreet

This blog entry is about the famous female written Anne Bradstreet. During class we talked about her Prologue and i found the discussion and the ideas behind her work very interesting. I found the increasing anger and demand for women to be recognized for their abilities to be very good writers very moving and impactful. I also found the fact that her brother in law was the reason her work was recognized to me shows not a desire to keep the men superior like how we talked about her saying that her work wasn't as important as a man's, but rather a humbleness that I find hard to see in this day and age. I have become a fan of Bradstreet now and I look forward to seeing more of her work.

Writing Game Poem: Native's Hope

The flowing river cascades in the distant valley.
the green leaf from the whispering trees, 
dancing in the air with a single blade of grass.
The calming song of the fluttering birds, performing their concert in the sky
above the their rose filled stage. 
The animals sleeping under the twinkling light of the single star.
Join your hands together as one and gaze at the cosmos and the forest around you.
This is our planet, our mellow home. 

Drew Kenkel Original

American Historical Society

This post is to talk about my trip to the Missouri State Historical building. While the class view numerous displays and learned much about the history behind these works, I found that the artwork tat drew my attention the most was the Order 11 display. This specific piece stood out to me for a variety of reasons, some more obvious than others while some were the smallest details I noticed. The first thing that stood out to me was the sheer size of this work. The painting's massive size allows the person to fee like they are watching the event happen in front of their eyes, to be fully submerged in the world created by this painting. The idea of being a southerner and watching as their Northern soldiers come through your town, shooting those who stand against the, burning everything in sight that you held dear and close to you, and seeing friends, family, and the slaves that served them flee this seem of unimaginable horror and violence. Some of the more subtle details that caught my attention was the fact that in several of the people moving in the painting, from the slaves to the southern planation owners trying to hold on to their possessions, each one displays a level of intense emotion in their faces. These emotions range from a possible glee and joy in the soldiers faces, the look of horror on the southern civilians as they watch their work burn and their loved ones be gunned down, to the look of fears on the black father and his son as they leave the scene unsure of their futures. As I look upon these faces, all I can think about is the deep level of emotional turmoil that existed during the actual event and how deep of an impact this horrifying even left of the people of the southern states and in our history as a country and as a republic.