Then in the final chapter, it opens with Lewis thinking that once he fills his last empty MS book, he will write no more on the subject of his mourning. He observes about the process that while he had set out to describe a state of sorrow he discovered instead that it is a process with no distinct end. Rather than having some moment at which he could emerge and stop his writing, he discovers new things to write every day. Instead of being on a linear journey, he finds himself tucking back in on his old route at random points out of order. This book was very sad, and became personal to me as my mom is going through cancer. I would have preferred not to have read it, but I managed. I went to the Lakeview, Roselawn and Tiger Flowers cemetery complex for this fieldtrip, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes. Going to the cemetery after class on Tuesday was interestingly weird. I would have never pictured myself going to a cemetery to maybe read, think, ponder and observe. I am the type of person that gets easily “creeped” out when even looking at a cemetery when driving by, so to walk onto one and observe head stones and read them, I began to see real people that were once alive and not just a thought of corpses. Although I probably wouldn’t do that again, I found a new respect in the place that I didn’t before.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
"A Grief Observed" 3-4
The last two chapters of “A Grief Observed”, begins with Lewis wondering to the page whether the feeling of something being wrong and nauseating about life will be the new state of things in his perception. He notes that old familiar things either hold new senses of wrongness or are missing their old sense of goodness and expresses fear that his grief will merely settle into bored acceptance of this new "dead flatness". Lewis then becomes Frustrated at the failure of thinking in that way, he shifts his focus back to rationality. He wonders what promise has been broken that was once made him, or what new question has it introduced to his contemplation of the universe.
Then in the final chapter, it opens with Lewis thinking that once he fills his last empty MS book, he will write no more on the subject of his mourning. He observes about the process that while he had set out to describe a state of sorrow he discovered instead that it is a process with no distinct end. Rather than having some moment at which he could emerge and stop his writing, he discovers new things to write every day. Instead of being on a linear journey, he finds himself tucking back in on his old route at random points out of order. This book was very sad, and became personal to me as my mom is going through cancer. I would have preferred not to have read it, but I managed. I went to the Lakeview, Roselawn and Tiger Flowers cemetery complex for this fieldtrip, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes. Going to the cemetery after class on Tuesday was interestingly weird. I would have never pictured myself going to a cemetery to maybe read, think, ponder and observe. I am the type of person that gets easily “creeped” out when even looking at a cemetery when driving by, so to walk onto one and observe head stones and read them, I began to see real people that were once alive and not just a thought of corpses. Although I probably wouldn’t do that again, I found a new respect in the place that I didn’t before.
Then in the final chapter, it opens with Lewis thinking that once he fills his last empty MS book, he will write no more on the subject of his mourning. He observes about the process that while he had set out to describe a state of sorrow he discovered instead that it is a process with no distinct end. Rather than having some moment at which he could emerge and stop his writing, he discovers new things to write every day. Instead of being on a linear journey, he finds himself tucking back in on his old route at random points out of order. This book was very sad, and became personal to me as my mom is going through cancer. I would have preferred not to have read it, but I managed. I went to the Lakeview, Roselawn and Tiger Flowers cemetery complex for this fieldtrip, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes. Going to the cemetery after class on Tuesday was interestingly weird. I would have never pictured myself going to a cemetery to maybe read, think, ponder and observe. I am the type of person that gets easily “creeped” out when even looking at a cemetery when driving by, so to walk onto one and observe head stones and read them, I began to see real people that were once alive and not just a thought of corpses. Although I probably wouldn’t do that again, I found a new respect in the place that I didn’t before.
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Keep reminding us to pray for your (and your whole family).
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you were able to think of people instead of just dead bodies. That seems significant.