Beloved (CRR)

 "And she will be-loved." That was clever don't you think? Anyways, I never thought books a difficult feat to read, no matter how hard. Until, Toni Morrison gave me a run for that money, because BELOVED has to be the worst book I have ever read. I hate superstitions, slavery, southern colloquialism, murder and especially ghosts.  Beloved has all of these elements, so you can the see the issue here.

This is the first book I haven't read in Lit class because I am not comfortable reading such gruesome, explicit details that scares the crap out of me. I did try the book, the first 10 pages,  it is such a dense text that I had to read it twice because most of the words used are not commonly used now.  The book is a walking apostrophe, you'd be reading about Baby Sugg's obsession with color to Sethe rutting the guy who made the hedge stones for Beloved.  The back and forth between past and present is unfamiliar to me  because Morrison doesn't warn you. You 'd be reading along and BOOM she throws it at you and you would not know which time period she 's writing about.

When I read the first page the only compliment I could muster was that Morrison was very intelligent, her sentences were structured so complexly that it became signatured. Meaning that that style of writing felt patented, it belonged to her only. I saw that visibly as I read it because I could not imitate it.

Muse ( SSR )

We are not supposed to talk about the AP Lit exam we took on the 6, however there is this poem that left a mark on me. Many poets never write complaints about their muses, like they'd ususally talk about the good things, how remarkble they are. So anyways this poem stuck to me so I looked it up and I found it.  I am not going to say the name of it, but I will write a line from it that was really cool/
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"If those paint sorrow best-- who feel it most"
This line is true in so many aspects. This is the last line of the poem, the poet was basically saying that his muse was saddness either from "unhappy love" or "mournful friendships" and they benefit in his poetry because " it decks the head with many a rose," but  because the poet is still upset about the sad things happening in his life the muse " reserves the thorn to fester in the heart".

This is similar to a relationship I was in.  He'd make me happy but sad at the same time, he wasn't a muse nor did he make me want to write poetry. LOL . However, I was able to paint sorrow the best after him and I broke up.