I Am the Only Being Whose Doom By Emily Bronte I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn; I never caused a thought of gloom, A smile of joy, since I was born. In secret pleasure, secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away, As friendless after eighteen years,… Read more Doomed to be on the social outskirts
Ella Mason and Her Eleven Cats By Sylvia Plath Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count, In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace; People make queries On seeing our neighbor’s cat-haunt, Saying: ‘Something’s addled in a woman who accommodates That many cats.’ Rum and red-faced as a water-melon, her voice Long gone to… Read more Crazy Cat Lady or Independence?
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud By William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And… Read more Clouds wander like the mind
Carrion Comfort By Gerard Manley Hopkins Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou… Read more Carrion Comfort
I wrote this ages ago for Frankenstein I’m not quite sure why I didn’t post it. The first time I ever heard of Frankenstein was on Cartoon Network many years ago. It was on something like Courage the Cowardly Dog show. That is one of the few shows I can recall where the villains looked… Read more Frankenstein
One of the biggest things from Wide Sargasso Sea that stuck out for me was the image of a bird trying desperately to escape a fire and the image of a woman gleefully embracing the fire like an old lover. The cycle of a phoenix is a common trope in some fantasy novels. It lives… Read more Birds of a Feather
There is a cliche that always seems to pop up in media. ”Eyes are the window to the soul.” It makes sense, eyes are often more expressive than facial features. This holds true to the eye imagery in Jane Eyre. The first passage that really shows how important eyes are is when Jane is describing… Read more The “Eyes” have it
Jane Eyre is one of those books that really remind me of how broken society is when it comes to anyone being different then what is deemed normal. It was in the last twenty years or so that people who are neurodiverse started to escape from the “they are broken and need to be fixed”… Read more Burning Away the Neurodiverse
Disability is a strange phenomena to some. I remember growing up and thinking that disabled people were the people who weren’t able to walk. I was pretty sheltered from social issues as a kid. Therapy was and still is scoffed at as a useless thing. The funny thing is that the Merriam-Webster dictionary defines disabled… Read more Where is Mental Health Representation?