Writing is a complex beast on its own, devouring words and thoughts without so much as a thought. Unless manipulated and twisted in such ways, words on paper are virtually unable to capture what ever so easily slips off of the tongue. However, throughout the course of the year, writing in styles similar to what is seen prior has enabled me to capture these thoughts that were ever so elusive before. My thoughts applied in print are no longer a mix of ideas and words in the false hope of a good grade; they are now applied, concise thoughts laid out comprehensively.
Personally, analysis is not my forte. I've always thought myself as more of the creative type, capturing obscure thoughts and meanings in quick drabbles and not divulging into them further. When it came down to essays like these in which rhetoric was metaphorically strung out to dry, I was horrified. The concept of applying my thoughts to a single passage and only adding insight into what someone else's words may symbolize? Agonizing. I embraced this fear for most of the year, dreading the concept of following a strict format and nitpicking through every phrase. I recall receiving our first analysis assignment and not even comprehending …show more content…
Rhetoric and analysis is still it's own beast but, after palming through countless literary works such as Black Boy, Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address, Letter from Birmingham Jail, Macbeth, The Great Gatsby and many others, spotting an anaphora is no longer an unbearable burden upon my chest. Symbolism is no longer something out of reach but rather something I can easily spot. I, like the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg, am an all seeing god over my subjects. I offer no guidance but rather watch words fall into place. The world of literature is no longer a ruined wasteland, but a blossoming field of
Personally, analysis is not my forte. I've always thought myself as more of the creative type, capturing obscure thoughts and meanings in quick drabbles and not divulging into them further. When it came down to essays like these in which rhetoric was metaphorically strung out to dry, I was horrified. The concept of applying my thoughts to a single passage and only adding insight into what someone else's words may symbolize? Agonizing. I embraced this fear for most of the year, dreading the concept of following a strict format and nitpicking through every phrase. I recall receiving our first analysis assignment and not even comprehending …show more content…
Rhetoric and analysis is still it's own beast but, after palming through countless literary works such as Black Boy, Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address, Letter from Birmingham Jail, Macbeth, The Great Gatsby and many others, spotting an anaphora is no longer an unbearable burden upon my chest. Symbolism is no longer something out of reach but rather something I can easily spot. I, like the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg, am an all seeing god over my subjects. I offer no guidance but rather watch words fall into place. The world of literature is no longer a ruined wasteland, but a blossoming field of