I’ve seen Patty Jenkin’s Wonder Woman twice now, and the movie’s take on World War I is so moving that I started thinking about how everyday women dealt with the effects of war. The stress of having to take up the jobs the men left behind, for less money and even less respect. Then I dived into collections of poetry written by women in the twentieth century– some of the authors quite the Wonder Women themselves; stationed as nurses during the war or even fought in the streets against the German invasions. Both World Wars had a massive impact on literature, but this post is not about Hemingway, Tolkien, nor Yeats. Below is a list of ten poems written by female authors whose subject matter aligned with the themes displayed in Wonder Woman: love, honor, and death. Continue reading “10 Poems To Read After Watching Wonder Woman”
Not much has happened in the past week, besides the fact that I was sick all last weekend– aka why there is no normal blog post this week. I have a couple ideas cooking, but found myself unable to really sit down and write down my thoughts. So, instead of writing, I spent my time on (you guessed it) Pinterest.
Pinterest has everything. I somehow never grow bored, and while most of the recipes aren’t great, or the DIY’s are failures, the website itself is addicting. So, that’s why I’ve started pinning some of my blog posts to Pinterest. So, if you’d like to follow me there you can do so here, and if you just want to see my blog posts, you can follow this board only.
Next week (probably Monday) there will be a new post!
See you all then,
I’m one of those people that will loudly, and unabashedly tell anyone, and everyone, about my need to leave the United States, and travel. Before this summer, and the three English courses I took during it, I’d never given much thought to walking across the world. Yet, after reading Cheryl Strayed’s award winning book, Wild, walking is all I want to do. Continue reading “Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed”
I’ve been neglecting this blog. Mainly due to school, and my seemingly endless need to procrastinate my life away. I’ve also started working at the public library, shelving books for about four hours each day. Safe to say, this spring semester is going to be a rocky one. Continue reading “Finding My Voice.”
I’d like to say that his statue came to life, and carried me to safety after nearly drowning in a pond- but it’s much simpler, and far less fanciful, than that. Oscar Wilde’s words, whether they were the fairy tales that seemed strangely familiar, or the poetry that cut deeper than any knife could, they managed to change my whole way of thinking. Continue reading “How Oscar Wilde saved my Life.”