Wednesday, March 12, 2014

"Foolology"

In Language Arts, we had to write essays based on the poem "Foolology" by Ishmael Reed. I had a lot of trouble writing this one (due to extreme procrastination) but I'm pretty proud of how it turned out.

Here's the original poem:

Foolology

Shaken by his bad press, the wolf
presses north, leaving caribou to 
the fox,

Raven, the snow player gets his
before buzzards with bright red 
collars move in to dine near the 
bottom of a long scavenger line

This poem is about a skunk, no
rather about a man, who though
not of the skunk family uses
his round-eye the way skunks do 

After he eats, his friends eat
He is a fool and his friends are
fools but sometimes it's hard to 
tell who is the biggest fool this
fool or his fool friends

By the time they catch us
we're not there
We crows
Nobody's ever seen a dead crow
on the highway

First moral: Don't do business 
with people for whom April first
is an important date
they will use your bank balance to 
buy eight thousand pies, tunics,
ballet slippers with bells and 
a mail order lake in the middle of
a desert for splash parties

Second moral: Before you can spot the 
fools in others you must rid yourself
of the fool in you
You can tell a fool by his big mouth


Wow.  The section of Inquiry by Design we are working on as a class is supposed to be hard, but sheesh, I had trouble wading through this one. Even after breaking it into pieces (snow player= drug dealer?) I had no idea what to make of the poem. We worked in groups to decode the difficulty, and ended our discussions with a class Socratic Seminar. I finally came up with a thesis that I liked, and I had to write about the message that Reed was trying to send. All in all, I was proud what I came up with in the end.

My paper:
“Foolology”
“Next time you point a finger, I’ll point you to the mirror.” One of the key lines in the song “Playing God” by Paramore, its message is similar to that stated in the poem “Foolology” by Ishmael Reed. The message in the poem is that personal faults must be acknowledged before looking for faults in others, even if it is difficult. The entire poem demonstrates this theme from the “morals” that it gives, to the perspective of the author.

The poem includes what the author calls “morals” at the end, little lessons to be taken away from the poem. The second moral states, “Before you can spot the/ fools in others you must rid yourself/ of the fool in you” (30-33). To be able to accurately judge someone, the person judging must know that they themselves are imperfect. His second moral also means that only people who have no faults can judge others, when in reality, nobody is perfect. By this logic, there should be no judging within a group or society, because only people who are faultless should be able to judge others.

The perspective that the author chooses to take also furthers this theme. The final message stated in the poem, “You can tell a fool by his big mouth” (34), combined with the previous part of the moral make the author seem as though he is a fool. This is because describes ways that other people can be fools, therefore he thinks he has ridden himself of the fool within him. The tone in which he writes the poem makes it sound as if he separates himself from the fools, or that he is greater than them. He takes on a gloating tone, and by doing that, he makes himself a fool as well, because of his bragging or “big mouth.”

Reed spends the entire poem describing fools and the ways not to be a fool. He gives morals to help, and also demonstrates how he himself is still a fool. This proves the idea that it is hard to stop being a fool, because it becomes a habit. This message can be related to life too. People have the capability to be better, and not be fools, by being humble without bragging and not judging others when they are not perfect either. It may be hard to change, as Reed shows, but making the small changes will better society as a whole.


Monday, March 10, 2014

Set Pieces

This blog is called A Set Piece a Day for a good reason. I love the idea of set pieces. Little snippets of writing that tell simple stories without having to be too straight forward, or overly explained. Like little gems, set pieces glitter, and they enthralled me when I first heard about them in Language Arts. We got to try our hand at them, and I fell in love with the first one that I wrote:

It was cold. Strange for such a sunny city, but it was. I swam out far into the bay, the waves urging me on like playful nymphs, tugging me further out. I looked over, to assure myself that I was not alone. She was there, swimming by my side. We cut through the small swells, as smooth as the breeze. We began laughing with the joy of it all, effortlessly paddling out, further and further. We mused about going clear to the other side. Laughing some more, we began to swim back, as to not frighten our parents. The water was cold, but we didn't care. We were happy.

Now for the explanation. I spent the last week of summer in San Diego with my Dad's girlfriend and her daughter Kim (She is now my stepmother, and Kim is my stepsister). We were swimming in the bay by our hotel, and it was the first time that I truly connected with her. I had so much fun in San Diego. I decided to write about the one moment where we truly connected, and this was it.