I am always leaving and returning to something. One of those is literature. It is my constant, my love and passion. I have been bored with my english classes for the last couple of years, when i was in school anyway, but now that i am back at Butte, once again.,, relieved to be reading and rereading certain works and too once again be inspired by learning, discussion and exploration into the literary world
One of these books I am rereading so is Their Eyes Were Watching God. I cant help but quote it, I have to share the love:
There are some books I will read over and over, this is one of them. Also, you all know i am sucker for what some call fantastic realism, anything based off folklore, and post colonial literature. There is will be more, but for now I am tired and I don't think I would make any sense if I kept going. I just wanted to share some poetry with you all.
goodnight
One of these books I am rereading so is Their Eyes Were Watching God. I cant help but quote it, I have to share the love:
They became lords of sound and lesser things. They passed nations through their mouths.
Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. So theychewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed with relish. They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in song (
There are some books I will read over and over, this is one of them. Also, you all know i am sucker for what some call fantastic realism, anything based off folklore, and post colonial literature. There is will be more, but for now I am tired and I don't think I would make any sense if I kept going. I just wanted to share some poetry with you all.
goodnight
