Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I had an idea... but now it's lost...

One of the more frustrating aspects of being a writer is the occasional flare up of a good idea which just as quickly fizzles. While driving today, that is exactly what happened to me. Actually, it happened twice, so I guess it's safe to say I am having an "off" day. I think my need for food outweighed my desire to keep a good idea inside my head.

The first instance occurred just as I was waking up. It was 6:10am and I had awoken thinking about my class (yes, I usually do this, despite having not made it to the coffee pot yet). I hadn't completely decided on the topics for my students' midterm essays the night before, but by this morning I had narrowed it down to three, which I was going to write up once I got to school. And so, I decided to continue with my normal routine.

The morning drive was a little more congested than usual, but not enough to warrant the brain-fog that attacked me once I reached the school. As I set out to type out my students' three essay topics, the first two flying off the keyboard easily, I suddenly hit a wall. The typing stopped. I stared and stared and stared at the screen but no third option would present itself. That idea had been kidnapped by that mysterious force that steals all great ideas. For around five minutes I sat there staring at my laptop willing it into action, but it was no good. I had to settle for only two essay topics and so would my students. Such a sad way to start the day.

The second occurrence of brilliance struck while I was making my way to Taco Bell for some much needed sustenance (a cereal bar and some coffee don't last all that long, especially after a four hour class, followed by an hour for office hours). An idea about teaching hit, and I remember thinking, "Wow! That's a good idea. I need to save it for my blog!" I pulled into the Taco Bell drive-thru, ordered my food, and drove home listening to "Born This Way" (yes, I was singing).

After eating and performing all the Internet procedures required of all us wired individuals, I opened ScribeFire and set out to work on that wonderful idea about teaching....

... Crickets....

..... More crickets......

....... A whole plague of crickets........

Seriously! What happened to me today? Was it the food? Was it the Gaga? Or was it a sort of intellectual jet-lag associated with my conference? I don't know, but I hate losing ideas, especially good ones. Of course, the optimist in me is screaming, "But they must not have been good ideas if they vanished so easily!"

Yes, this is true. The brain has a way of filtering out bad ideas by quietly tucking them away in a dark corner so they can die with dignity. It's a shame it doesn't do the same for song lyrics and melodies. 



Monday, April 25, 2011

PCA/ACA Conference Presentation: Film Adaptation Panel on Myth in Film

Because a few of my friends and family wanted to see what I presented at this year's PCA/ACA Conference, I've decided to post the paper I read. This is what us English nerds like to do! Or at least, this is what this English nerd likes to do.


Dracula and the Feminine Unconscious: Coppola's Dracula and the Demeter/Persephone Myth
            Winona Ryder was the first person to bring James V. Hart’s script to Francis Ford Coppola’s attention, which is fitting considering the film is a much more woman-centric film than the novel it adapts. Coppola’s film versions of Mina Murray (later Harker), Lucy Westerna, and Count Dracula provide the central dynamics of the film, while the surrounding male characters (with the exception of Dracula, of course) take more of a supporting role. Indeed, their dominance over the women of this film is less apparent than in the novel. I address this idea because there is an aspect of the film and novel that has yet to be fully articulated: the appearance of Demeter, Greek goddess of agriculture and the mother of Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Sure, the original novel may have meant the reference to Demeter as an ironic joke (the ship named after the goddess of fertile lands and abundant crops carries aboard it death and destruction), but the film seems to build on the tensions presented in the story of her daughter’s abduction and subsequent marriage.
As opposed to the traditional analysis of Dracula, where Stoker presents the evil that can befall a fallen woman, Coppola reforms the story and transforms it into a tale of young women coming of age, fearing marriage, and fearing motherhood. In other words, Dracula, or vampirism, is a symbol for the unconscious fears of women terrified of the world outside their parents’ home, a world where they are powerless and considered nothing more than property. Coppola’s shift in focus to the women of the story and his constant juxtaposition of sex and violence—where sex is treated as a strange curiosity rather than a moral dilemma—shifts the terror of Dracula from a fear of sexual impropriety to a fear of sexual conquest, a fear of what happens after the wedding.
The shift in focus is immediately apparent with Coppola's prologue, a framing device that informs the viewer of his more romantic interpretation. Stoker's novel is all about the dangers of blurring the lines between socially acceptable binaries: east/west, masculinity/femininity, marital sex/premarital sex; Coppola's interpretation underscores the terrors associated with burgeoning feminine sexuality, and yet his narrative is framed by love, an undying, romantic love, hence the film's promotional tagline, "Love Never Dies" (Coppola). From the opening sequence to the final shot, Coppola's film is dominated and driven by feminine desire. The male characters are relegated to supporting character status, with the sole exception being Keanu Reeves' Jonathon Harker, a performance many consider to be a weak point in the film. This shift in perspective highlights the feminine aspects of the novel, creating central characters from the outlines provided by Stoker's novel. Indeed, Lucy Westerna (played by Sadie Frost) and Mina Murray (played by Winona Ryder) provide the dramatic nexus of the film.
Coppola cements the bond between the two women through an early scene of the film. While Jonathon is away on business with the Count, Mina stays with her wealthy friend, Lucy Westerna, a vivacious and free-speaking woman, unafraid to speak candidly about sex, which shocks and intrigues Mina; "Her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes" (Coppola, my emphasis), Mina says after Lucy catches her reading Arabian Nights. The book had been knocked off the table revealing an image of sexual intercourse. Despite her reluctance, at first, to demonstrate a curiosity of sex, Mina allows the short conversation to take place, something their counterparts in Stoker's novel never do, at least not in any of the letters Mina is supposed to have collected. This scene establishes a dynamic of the film that was only vaguely addressed through metaphor in the novel: feminine sexual desire. Coppola is, in a way, harking back to an even older characterization of Gothicism, as defined by David Punter in his muli-volume examination of Gothicism and its evolution, The Literature of Terror: "[Early Gothic novels] strove above all, albeit with variable success, to eschew the contemporary world" (Punter 9). Lucy and Mina use this quiet exchange to demonstrate their natural curiosity concerning sexual intercourse, which appropriately enough for the time would have only occurred in a private, secluded setting, if at all. Despite their shared curiosity, Mina is by far the more reserved of the two young women. In their essay, "Postmodern Iconography and Perspective in Bram Stoker's Dracula," Carol Corbin and Robert A. Campbell write, "Coppola plays with the coming-of-age of these English women as they encounter the secrets of primal emotion... the women are flirting with danger when they fantasize about sexual pleasures, thus establishing their complicity in the seduction by Count Dracula" (43-4). However, this reading does not take into account another aspect of this exchange: Mina is engaged to Jonathon and Lucy is (at least at this point in the film) lamenting her lack of marriage proposals. Marriage dominates their exchanges, and after Mina is introduced to Lucy’s three suitors Dracula begins to exert his power over these virginal English women, which is demonstrated as Dracula’s shadow slowly consumes all light from the scene, thus establishing the juxtaposition of fear and marriage, much like the Greek myth, "The Rape of Persephone."
A reference to Persephone's mother, Demeter, is in both novel and Coppola's film, for it is the name of the ship that brings Count Dracula to England. Ovid includes Persephone's rape in Metamorphoses:
Was playing in a glade and picking flowers,
Pansies and lilies, with a child's delight,
Filling her basket and her lap to gather
More than the other girls, when, in a trice,
[Hades] saw her, loved her, and carried her away--
Love leapt in such a hurry! Terrified,
In tears, the goddess called her mother, called
Her comrades too, but offenter her mother;
And, as she'd torn the shoulder of her dress,
The folds slipped down and out the flowers fell,
And she, in innocent simplicity,
Grieved in her girlish heart for their loss too. (Ovid V. 393-405)

For Persephone, love is neither idealic nor satisfying, but a terrifying experience that offers no sense of control and allows no room for the will of a young girl. Lucy is Persephone in Coppola's film and Stoker's novel, with the exchange of blood symbolizing the consummation of marriage; as Van Helsing jokingly references in the novel, remembering the multiple blood transfusions given by all three of Lucy's suitors, "this so sweet maid is a polyandrist" (Stoker 169). The film's characterization of Van Helsing (played by Sir Anthony Hopkins) more explicitly expresses Lucy's plight: "She is a willing recruit, a breathless follower, a wanton follower... a devoted disciple. She is the Devil' concubine" (Coppola). While it's hard to imagine, as the events of the film unfold, how much Lucy willingly participated in the Count's seduction, what is clear is the terror associated with sexual union as Lucy's death, which is intercut with Mina's marriage, is the most powerful and energetic section of the film, a veritable orgy of editing and swift camera movements. By juxtaposing these two scenes together, Coppola creates a powerful, highly sexual, and graphic collage yoking together both terror and marriage. Indeed, the scene follows Mina's rejection of her "Prince" suggesting that his final attack on Lucy is driven by extreme anger and disappointment. This attack illustrates a potential dichotomy for Victorian women: An eloquent and sanguine fiancé could suddenly transform into a vicious, sexually charged monster. Marriage, thus, is both a wonderful and terrifying experience; once married, a woman no longer has control over her body, about as much control as Persephone had.
            However, Hades himself had about just as much control over his actions considering Venus, the goddess of love, asked her son, Cupid, to shoot Hades with one of his arrows: "Your majesty/ Subdues the gods of heaven and even [Zeus]/ ... Why should Hell lag behind" (Ovid V. 372-6). This development in the story creates a god who is subject to the illogical and unreasonable passions of love; and just like Coppola's Dracula, the human female characters are the strongest and most complex characters in Coppola's film. Giving Coppola's "Hades" a far more complex, or rather a more sympathetic, characterization than Stoker's novel, is a technique in keeping with a much older Gothic tradition. Punter writes that early Gothic novels produced a villain that was usually the more intriguing and complex of all the surrounding characters, "awe-inspiring, endlessly resourceful in pursuit of his often opaquely evil ends, and yet possessed of a mysterious attractiveness" (Punter 9-10). This sympathizing of such a famous figure of horror caused some critics to write that Coppola's Dracula lacked the terror of previous adaptations.
However lacking the terror may be, what is interesting is what Coppola picks up from Stoker's novel: Dracula is a transition tale, a transition from pre-modern to modern, from superstition to scientific inquiry, and as English society moves into a new age, a transition to a new era. According to Corbin and Campbell, Coppola's Dracula is a reflection of the transition from modern to postmodern and away from the notions that science and technology has power over the fantastic and mystical, which is evidenced when Van Helsing "admits that there are things in the universe that even science cannot understand" (Corbin and Campbell 44). This fluid mixture of meaning and reference makes analysis of the film an intriguing process, as each time one concept is grasped that understanding falls apart. Either way, Coppola's Dracula, when seen through the lens of "The Rape of Persephone" and the concept of transition, embodies the terror of unmarried Victorian women.
            Coppola's postmodern interpretation of the film blends both Victorian values with some modern feminist ideals, after which a strange and intriguing mixture unfolds, neither truly feminist nor truly heralding the scientific method. The blending of these notions, like the blending of Victorian and feminist notions of feminine sexuality, suggests that Coppola's film is in a state of transition, reflecting the changing nature of American perspectives of feminine sexuality and romantic possibilities. The final scene of the film may offer a clue in this regard. Instead of just being a lame romantic ending, the vision of Mina and the Count together in a heavenly pose may be a suggestion of the future possibilities of romantic love and feminine desire, especially since the film ends with the knowledge that she must return to her less interesting and much weaker husband. The suggestion is that such a love was not readily acceptable at the time (something that has changed with Twilight) and that what is needed is time and a change in public perceptions of love and sexuality. The time was not right for Mina to embrace her true love, but instead she must return to the unfulfilling life of being Harker's wife. After all, her final scene is not with her husband but with Dracula. Coppola's film is both an expression of how far we've come as a culture and how far we need to go as a society.


Works Cited
Coppola, Francis Ford, dir. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Perf. Winona Ryder, Gary Oldman, Anthony Hopkins, and Keanu Reeves. Columbia Pictures, 1992. DVD.
Corbin, Carol and Robert A. Campbell. “Postmodern Iconography and Perspective in Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula.” Journal of Popular Film and Television 27.2 (1999): 40-8. Web. Wilson Web. 25 Oct. 2010.
Punter, David. The Literature of Terror: A History of Gothic Fictions from 1765 to the Present Day: Volume 1: The Gothic Tradition. 2nd Ed. London: Person Education, 1996. Print.
Ovid. Metamorphosis. Trans. A. D. Melville. Oxford: Oxford UP, 1986. Print.
Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: Modern Library, 2001. Print.
 

Friday, April 15, 2011

Class Discussions: Sometimes It Feels Like You're Base-Jumping but without the Base

I've been trying to work on a new blog entry this past week, but haven't been able to muster up the energy to complete it yet, so in short I'm just as bad as my students when it comes to work. You'd think after completing graduate school homework would just suddenly stop, but it doesn't.

A blog entry is a kind of self-imposed homework, so does that mean I'm addicted to homework? I might be. I'm just that kind of wild and crazy guy.

Anyway, this week I was hit with something I had not thought of before. See, one of my classes are discussing argumentative essays, and for examples I provided them with two essays arguing over the significance of nooses. One article reminded my students of the noose's unsavory past in America and postulated that the noose, when connected with race, was a terrorist act reminiscent of the Jim Crow days. The other article argued that in today's society such displays of racism were cruel but should not be given the amount of attention they usually generate; in doing so, the media gives a platform for the perpetrators, gives them a voice when they should be silenced.

Really, which article my students agree with does not matter; what truly matters for me is that they engage in the discussion and formulate their own ideas. Well, our discussion veered off topic (of course) and I asked them for some other examples where fear dominates/dominated the actions of others. This is where I discovered just how innocent my students are, at least the ones that spoke up. They provided these examples: parents controlling their children through fear, politicians using scare-tactics to persuade the populace, and teachers using their authority to scare students (how terrifying am I?).

My students did not provide the type of examples I was thinking of when I asked the question. Of course, I try my hardest not to lead them in any one direction, preferring them to come up with their own ideas. However, while the discussion continued to veer far away from where I had thought it would go, I had an idea: These kids (because that's how I see my students no matter their age) don't know what it means to live in fear, an omnipresent force that guides your actions, sometimes without you even realizing it.

This is a good thing, for them, but they should realize that people still use fear as a means to assert their own power over others.

I'll provide a personal example. I came out of the closet late in my sophomore year of high school. I'd known I was gay for about a year and half, but had hidden beneath denial and the poor girl who was my girlfriend at the time. After coming out, I was lucky to have a wonderful group of friends who supported me; and since I was not an especially loud personality around campus, no one really bothered me. To tell the truth, I'm not sure how many people outside of my circle of friends knew. But that didn't change the fact that I was scared, scared to walk the halls of my high school by myself, and I was absolutely terrified to use the restroom in between classes because they were usually filled with adolescent males who seem to recognize fear when it walks into the room. Using the restroom, after all, is a vulnerable activity, and that was not the place I wanted to be attacked.

No, I was never beaten, but I carefully avoided using the restroom during peak times, and only one person ever seemed to have a problem with me being gay. Think about it this way: adolescent boys are usually aggressive and boisterous by nature, at least from my experience; I was not. I am a small guy; most other guys are positively giants from my perspective. In addition, I'm not very strong either, and many of the guys I went to school with seemed to be made of nothing but muscles. Now, in West Texas there wasn't an especially strong anti-gay element, but I couldn't help but hear "faggot" thrown around by the guys around me, probably not aware of me. I was sure aware of them, and I made it my business to avoid situations where I could be intimidated and potentially attacked to demonstrate my attacker's superior masculinity. After all, nothing harms the frail male ego like a effeminate boy.

The point of all this is that while many of the guys at my high school did not reach out to terrorize me, I still felt fearful, terrified to be alone. Direct opposition is easy to confront because it's up front and easy to see; indirect opposition is not so easy to combat. People have the power to affect others without being aware of it. Just because you have your friends' complete attention does not mean everyone else around you is ignoring the words coming out your mouth. I once overheard a fellow student call our 9th grade math teacher a "fucking dyke."

But avoiding single words alone is not enough. Just last night while my class was on break I heard a horrible joke directed towards women: "What is Cinderella played in reverse? A woman who learns her place." Most everyone laughed. But not everyone, and most certainly did not. "Harmless" jokes between friends can have a huge effect on how others feel, and can contribute to a fearful environment.

Of course, "faggot" and "gay" are not as terrifying as a noose hanging from an office door, but there are not too many steps between derogatory words and phrases and the kinds of violent acts the noose inspires.




Friday, April 8, 2011

Waiting and Wondering In the Heat of My Apartment

I've learned something new today: When getting the carpet replaced in my apartment, the workers informed me that the heater needed to be on. Due to my inability to speak Spanish (my mono-lingual status I do hope to correct one day) I was unable to get any clarification on the subject, so I decided to use that wonderful collection of information: the Internet. And after viewing a couple of sites I finally found one that kind of explained the necessity of heat: "The best time to install carpet is when the temperature ranges from 55 degrees F to 95 degrees F..." (Welty "How to Install Carpet") but that's all. Still no sufficient explanation as to the why. The search continues...

And we have a winner! On a website titled Complaints.com, I found, in the middle of a complaint obviously, a tidbit of information that provides an answer, "We were told that the room had to be a certain temperature for the the carpet to stretch appropriately" ("Empire Carpet Installation," my emphasis). And while I found this bit of information somewhere I was not expecting, it did prove helpful.

Well that Internet quest has been completed. However, it has not entirely distracted me from the fact that my apartment is a sauna right now, and I'm sitting in the kitchen. I wonder how the two guys doing the installing are feeling? Hot as hell would be my guess.

So far this seems like a random post, doesn't it? Well, it is. I started this post in an effort to forget about the heat and because Moby Dick just wasn't doing it for me (I'll finish one of these days, I swear!). As I sit here, I'm wondering how I could relate this experience to writing, since that's the new focus of my blog. The immediate answer is, "I'm not entirely sure." The next answer that comes to mind is, "Any moment is a good writing moment."

In truth, writing is something that must be actively participated in. Just like any other skill out there, writing must be practiced. Take the guys installing my new carpet right now for example. They've been here just over an hour and a half and they've completed the entry closet, the living/dining room, the master bedroom, and the master closet. Their movements are efficient and assured. They know what their doing. I, on the other hand, would not even attempt to work at their speed should I ever take up carpet installation, at least not at first. The first room I tried would invariably take me a whole day to complete, and I would probably waste money because of inaccurate cuts. For the experienced worker, no movement is wasted, every movement is a fluid continuation, a dance of sorts.

So it goes with writing. Any new undertaking is bound to be riddled with stops and starts, successes and failures. However, the point is to not give up, and don't be afraid to try something new. It takes time and practice to find a rhythm in anything. As the cliche goes, "Practice makes perfect." And while I may not entirely agree with that declaration (as my partner's war against my clutter rages on) I do agree with its sentiment: We may never be entirely perfect in everything we attempt, but with practice at least we can reach a level of competence in the things we do. All I ask of my students, or anyone wanting to write better for that matter, is a large amount of curiosity about the world around them (I for one learned a bit about carpet installation today) and the willingness to practice.

Two hours later I have a new blog entry, new carpet, and cold air.

A Kind of Philosophy of Writing

I would never be able to so adequately put my philosophy of language and writing into such a wonderful way, so I'll let Stephen Fry do it for me.

Enjoy!


Thursday, April 7, 2011

A New Sense of Focus, Trying Something New-ish

Focus. Something of which I am in short supply. At times I feel my parents missed a diagnosis of ADD, but that's a bit of an exaggeration. I had plenty of focus when I was younger. Now, not so much. Where does this lack of focus come from? Did it spring up the moment I turned eighteen? Possibly. Eighteen was the age when I met the first obstacle to success: my own head. 

At eighteen, I had just graduated from high school, had no job, and had yet to start college. While in high school I had not cultivated any marketable skill. I had been in theatre, which had been the sole focus of my high school career for two and a half years. In Odessa, TX there was not much an inexperienced eighteen year-old high school theatre nerd could do, at least not much he/she could do and get paid. I had to find a job. It was time for me to become responsible; no, it was time for me to become practical. I hate being practical. Being practical meant doing something I didn't enjoy. As I canvassed the city for jobs, I discovered the double-edged sword of the employment sector: Everyone wants experience, even in restaurants. I couldn't even get a job bussing tables at Chili's (later I did get a serving job there, but only after acquiring some experience in serving at the wonderfully quaint Pojo's Restaurant), and I was determined not to work in fast food.

For more than a month, I applied to plenty of places, and now that I look back on that time I realize I had absolutely no interest in the places I was applying. I didn't care, which was probably apparent in my face, and no one wants to hire someone who looks bored. Speaking of which, I learned that interviews are not something I'm very good at. As I said before, I'm horrible at selling myself. In fact, I'm horrible at selling anything I don't believe in. (AHA! That's it!)

Well, isn't that surprising. I'd never put those two things together before. Never before had I thought my confidence was the problem with lack of job-seeking skills. I tend to focus on my inadequacies, not my strengths, and so I don't boast because I feel there's nothing to boast about.

Intriguing what can be discovered through writing, which is something I hope my students learn.

And speaking of writing....

That's exactly the direction I believe my blog needs to head in. Hence, the title of this post and the small alteration to the title of my blog (now if only I can figure out how to change the URL).

Over the years, I have been approached by a few friends and family members to assist them with their writing. And just over a week ago, I was asked if there were any books out there (that I knew of) that could help with writing essays. As I turned to my library, I discovered a disconcerting fact: I don't have too many books on writing that are not college textbooks, and those are dreadfully tedious, dry, and boring. None of which I'd recommend to a friend, and if I could get away with it, I would not recommend them to my students either. College textbooks are far too bulky and dry to capture the attention of most students.

The only books in my library that I would recommend are the old, dated, and yet still useful The Elements of Style by Strunk and White and On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King. The first is a bit old-fashioned but is infinitely smaller and more digestible than most composition textbooks, and the second is the best writing book I've ever come across, but it's focus is on creative writing, not on the type of writing most college students are asked to do.

Since then, I've been looking for small, inexpensive, yet fun books on writing. Thanks to a colleague, I was loaned a couple of very intriguing books by Karen Elizabeth Gordon: The Well-Tempered Sentence: A Punctuation Handbook for the Innocent, the Eager, and the Doomed and The Transitive Vampire: A Handbook of Grammar for the Innocent, the Eager, and the Doomed. I've glanced over both and found the writing to be fresh, witty, and helpful. But both books still focus on the sentence, not the essay. The search for an intriguing composition book still continues. Any help in this area would be appreciated.

As a remedy for this, I decided that I could use this blog to help others with their writing and for the bargain price of free.

Of course, now the problem remains, of which problem to focus on first.... To be decided...