First blog post, due 5 pm, Monday, Jan. 27 (5 points, 100-150 words)
Choose one possibility. Feel free to touch base with any of the ideas or texts we've discussed so far.
1. Someone has heard about the story narrated in "The Bloody Chamber" and is horrified: how could you (the mother), a woman, react so violently? Write a response from the position of the mother defending your bad behavior.
2. This same nosy person asks the daughter how on earth she could marry this man. Explain why you chose him, or allowed yourself to be chosen by you.
Without knowing the face of love, I entered into the arms of matrimony. Like my mother, I had a thirst for striding towards destiny. Hers was the love and loss of my father, and mine was for the luxury and illustrious title of Marquise. I, child indeed, dreamed of that faraway castle when he courted me, of rooms that revealed his soul behind his mask, and whispering walls that told all the secrets he hid away in solitude by the sea. In that castle, hallowed by his ancestral history, I thought I might discover who he was and why he chose me, though I might love him or loathe him. We would be rooted together for life, bonded by flesh, estate, and our own fascinations.
ReplyDelete- Jenny Wu
A somewhat lonely and sheltered child, I knew only the music my fingers brought to the quiet air so splendidly, my mother’s love, and the bluntness of my old nurse whom I loved dearly. Suddenly I was living a life lead by nothing less of royalty, I went places I never dreamt possible, and laid mine eyes on sights well beyond my imagination. Experiences once far beyond my reach were now loosely held in the palm of my hand. A man full of mystery and excitement, with the stare of a fallen man, had thrown a blanket of lavish wonder over my world. The thought of a life lived in this manner enthralled me and blinded me even to myself. I grew a feeling so strong… love? This form of existence must be mine till my departure… Yes, this man, this power, it would be mine… He had chosen me and I could not dispute him.
ReplyDelete-Noah Nava
Innocence is something that is characteristic of a child and a child I was. I lusted, not for my husband, but for the idea of having somebody there, of being a Marquise, it was an innocent lust. The security and comfort that I had felt with my father would evade me after his death, but I thought that I would finally catch up to those two slippery ideas through marriage. My Marquise was meant to take care of me. Being stable, secure, and comfortable was my main priority, to feel as safe as I had with my father, but not to say, of course, that the fact that my husband could satiate all my sense with jewels, dresses, and anything else in the world was not a large part of my motivation.
ReplyDelete-Ivana Djuricic
How could I kill someone? How could you not do whatever needed to save your only daughter from death?
ReplyDeleteIt is a duty as a parent to keep your child safe and happy; killing spiders, putting band-aids on "boo-boo's", murdering their tortuous slimy husbands, all in a days work. I knew that something was wrong as soon as I saw the wedding ring, a nasty symbol. then the gaudy dresses and jewelry. Something was not right from the start. Too soon this all happened. As soon as I hung up the phone, I raced to whatever mode of transportation I could find. A horse. every maternal instinct in me is firing as I approach the castle to see my worst nightmare. without pausing, I fire and rid my daughter of this unnecessary evil. She was too young and innocent to die.
Taryn Wise
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DeleteYou ask me why I did it as if I had a choice. Another option, a way out. You ask me why I did it as if I were a murderer. You ask me why I did it? How me, a "mother," a "woman," could act so violently in the face of my daughters killer? I did it because I would do anything for my daughter. I would give my life for my daughter. I would take a life for my daughter, 100 times over for all of eternity and beyond. I did it because I am human. The love I feel for my daughter is not rational, it does not know fear and it is not bound by the constructs of society. Still you ask me why I did it? If you cannot understand why I would kill to protect my daughter, then you simply do not understand what it means to be alive, to be human. To that I offer not further explanation. If you do not understand by now, perhaps you never will.
ReplyDelete-John Barjuca