I’ve recently read “The Death of the Moth” by Virginia Woolf. This essay was very complicated for me to grasp. I’m not sure if it was the fact I was reading the essay at two am in the morning or I just did not grasp the total point or deeper purpose. To me it made no sense as to why she would simply over write about something as simple as a moth. Then I understood that is was different voices. Three different aspects to bring something with no purpose a life, I grasped that the power was in given something that lacked function three voices.
I began to right my blog on “The Death of the Moth” then I remembered the essay written by Bhanu Kapil Rider called “Three Voices”. This essay I could clearly see the different voices. The way her sentences were simple with no extra unneeded wording. I really enjoyed the simplicity of the essay. When I read the essay I felt the desire she lacked. I could feel her loneness. The blood orange stuck in her throat was stuck in mine. I really learned how to keep the reader on edge until the very last minute of the stories climax. The climax in her essay began very early and lasted until the very end when she told him as she felt.
Overall these essays taught me that little is more than enough. Virginia Wolf’s essay taught me that allowing the reader to intrepid instead of over explaining everything can be very useful. Giving just enough for the reader to pause and relate the story to themselves. Bhanu Kapil Rider showed me that lasting intrigue can be useful of something deep in interpretation. She also taught me that short sentences can add too a reader wanting too keep reading. Overall these essay’s are the best I have read in this book, at least the one’s that make me think the most.
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About Me
- MerCedes
- Buckeye, Arizona, United States
- Four years ago I was asked to write an all about me, I was sixteen years old and thought of my life as a blank canvas. I believed I had deep thoughts and dreamed beyond the horizon, I jump through hoops, ran past dreams, into the arms of me. I depended on air to help me breathe, while I trusted in god to provide that air for me. You tell me I can’t and I show you I can. That’s me, defiant of all odds in the pursuit of greatness. So far I have become the young woman I dreamt of being, only with life’s hardships and too many sufferings that followed me. I always find it interesting how people want you to some up your life in a page or two, when you’ve lived twenty pages; I guess nothing is fully inclusive. My father says that he has forgotten more now than I could know at my age, I presume that’s the point, to write an about me is suppose to be the great highlights of your life, from the many people you’ve known, loved and befriended. I love to think of my life as a blank canvas, a work of art never to finished, always willing, and able to add more. I feel comfortable ending this about me as the last, all about me is a canvas I'll spend a lifetime painting creating and contemplating.
Mercedes, I see that you also took the less is more concept to heart. I also enjoyed these two stories, Rider’s essay did contain short sentences and made sense on their own but all together I was confused. Nonetheless, I found the piece rather intriguing and you are right in saying that they do really make you think. Now that I think of it, I didn’t quite connect the title to the essay and put the literal meaning of “three voices” into play but you were able to spot that. Thanks for you input!
ReplyDeleteI agree with your blog post. These essays were difficult to understand, yet something in the simplicity of both writers' stories compelled me to keep reading. I also agree with your comment that allowing a reader to interpret one's writing rather than over-explainging it is definitely useful. Everyone interprets things differently and I think that it takes even more skill to write something in which people must think about for themselves versus being handed to them in plain terms. Thus, great post! I found your viewpoints and comments interesting.
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