Posts tagged ‘coming of age’

Our Pointy Boots

THANK YOU Maureen Gibbon for giving me another amazing “war story”

Although, Our Pointy Boots by Brock Clarke was much more than a war story. It was written with layers of emotion and detail, with each page bringing the reader closer to the characters and their world.

I was reminded of The Things They Carried (O’brien) which I’ve also read in a course of yours.

Through all of recorded history, war has been an inevitable factor of life. Regardless of choice, we are all effected by war in more ways than can be known. I’m always grateful to get a glimpse of what military life is, because I look at veterans and they know and I know that they have seen and done things that I could never understand, they feel things that I am incapable of feeling, because the closest I’ve come to experiencing military life is sleeping in a tent, or maybe playing dodgeball in grade school.

We hear all through life that we can be and do anything we wish, the sky is the limit.

As children, we dream of the day we turn 18 and recieve the world. At first you are untouchable, dizzy with freedom, but soon you learn that responsibility and adult life is hard, but by then it’s too late.

We can’t go back to being 18, we can’t do what we did years prior and expect the same outcome, all we can do is live, and love, and cope with disappointment. The pointy boots in Clarke’s story represent the American dream, how great it is when we feel it for the first time, and how life continues after the best and the worst are over.

September 12, 2010 at 5:20 pm 1 comment

Midsummer – A Poem I Read

Blog #2 for ENGL 4861

Louise Gluck is the author of “Midsummer,” a beautiful poem about youth and young adulthood.

I am taken back to age fifteen, still childish in many ways but desiring for mature, new experiences.

At the core of this poem is the aspect of danger that comes with growing-up. Beauty and intrigue mixed with danger is compared to high rocks: how much fun they are to climb and jump from, yet so lethal if one was to slip or fall.

“On cloudy nights, you were blind. Those nights the rocks were,                  ( ln. 10)

dangerous,

but in another way it was all dangerous, that was what we were after.”

This is my favorite line in the poem, showing the audience exactly what our characters are feeling.

After reading “Midsummer” I am reminded that youth can still be found after the time of danger and desire. I can let my free time pass slowly, enjoying every last bite of a ripe peach.

September 1, 2010 at 4:11 pm 1 comment


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