<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:14.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657.post-110268231515843304</id><published>2004-12-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T04:38:35.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stein 2</title><content type='html'>As I said before I am not a big fan of Gertrude Stein, but for some reason I still find her the easiest to "copy-cat."  I don't know why this is! Maybe because she repeats herself so much, that it actually kind of makes it fun to copy her.  Still out of all the poets we read she is the most difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516657-110268231515843304?l=raeanepichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/110268231515843304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516657&amp;postID=110268231515843304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110268231515843304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110268231515843304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/2004/12/stein-2.html' title='Stein 2'/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657.post-110202532750132592</id><published>2004-12-02T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:08:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beauty and the Beast: The Stein Way" </title><content type='html'>There once was a beautiful girl named Beauty. The beautiful girl's name was Beauty. Beauty was beautiful. She was the most beautiful of her sisters. Her family lost all of their money and they were poor. The family was poor and had no money. The family was used to living richly, but Beauty was thankful to just be alive. Being alive meant that she wasn't dead. Dead means that she couldn't enjoy her life anymore. All Beauty wanted from her father was a rose. To her a rose was beautiful. Her father couldn't even get her a rose. One day her father went into the woods and got stuck in a snowstorm. He went into the woods because he was ashamed because he was poor. Snowstorms are horrible because they are cold. Being cold is horrible because it makes one uncomfortable, and one could actually die. The old man found shelter at an old abandoned castle. The castle was abandoned, but it was a place of shelter and warmth. Warmth makes a person feel better. Warmth is what we feel when we are loved. To be loved is the best thing in the world. The best thing in the world is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man decided to stay in the castle because it seemed to be abandoned and he was cold. The next morning he woke up and wandered into the garden. In the garden he found a single, beautiful rose. The rose was beautiful like his daughter Beauty. Beauty wanted a rose because it was beautiful. Beautiful meant a lot to Beauty. While picking the rose a Beast appears. Beasts are ugly. Ugly is not appealing to most people. The Beast wasn't beautiful like Beauty but ugly. Beauty wouldn't be attracted to the Beast. The Beast told the old man that he must die for what he did, and the old man begged for his life. The Beast told him that if he brought his daughter back with him and left her there then he could have his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man went home and got Beauty. Beauty went with her father to the castle and took his place. At first Beauty did not like the Beast because he was a mean, hideous creature. Hideous and mean things are not liked by most. The outside ugliness did not matter to Beauty, but she did not like how mean the Beast was to her. The Beast was ugly because he was mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;After some time the Beast granted every wish she wanted. The wishes were granted through magic. Beauty became fond of the Beast because he was being nice to her. Being nice to Beauty meant that she started to like the Beast. The Beast was no longer ugly to her. She grew quite fond of this Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Beauty is looking through her magical mirror and saw the her father was missing her greatly. Beauty loved her father and could not stand to see him like this. The Beast allowed her to go home and see her father. He knew what her father meant to her. She loved her father. Love is the greatest thing that any of us can feel. The Beast was falling in love with Beauty. Beauty did not love the Beast and told him that she wouldn't be his wife, but said she would stay there forever. Before she left to see her father the Beast told her that if she didn't come back in seven days he would die. Beauty did not want the Beast to die. Dying was not beauty. Beauty did not like anything that wasn't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty went home and her sisters were jealous of her. Jealous is the color of green. Green is also the color of greed. Greedy is what her sisters were. Beauty was not greedy becasue that just wasn't beauty. The sisters tell her to stay longer. Staying longer meant that the Beast would die and Beauty wouldn't be happy anymore. Her sisters didn't want her to be happy. Happiness is like love, the two greatest things in the world. Beauty was in love and happy with the Beast. The Beast was the reason for Beauty's new found happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Beauty dreams about the Beast. The Beast is dying. Beauty doesn't want the Beast to die because she wouldn't be happy. Happiness and love is what she felt with the Beast. Without the Beast there would be no happiness or love. Beauty goes back to the Beast's castle on the tenth day. She finds the Beast almost dead. She kisses the Beast. The Beast turns into a Prince. Beauty and the Prince live happily ever after. Living happily ever after is the perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moral of this story: Don't look at what is on the outside, but on the inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516657-110202532750132592?l=raeanepichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/110202532750132592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516657&amp;postID=110202532750132592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110202532750132592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110202532750132592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/2004/12/beauty-and-beast-stein-way.html' title='&quot;Beauty and the Beast: The Stein Way&quot; '/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657.post-110196021334543846</id><published>2004-11-27T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:03:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gertrude Stein</title><content type='html'>I feel that Gertrude Stein was very hard to understand.  I think it's because she repeats herself so much that I don't really know what she is trying to get at.  I really had a problem trying to write my paper on her, because I just didn't know where to start.  Not trying to be mean, but I don't think I would ever pick up her book again because I really just don't like her way of writing.  Yes it is a different form of writing, but I just couldn't get myself to like her writing.  I do have to give her credit for trying that kind of writing, because it is different and most people don't like to read different writings.  I am really excited to go on to Zukofsky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516657-110196021334543846?l=raeanepichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/110196021334543846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516657&amp;postID=110196021334543846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110196021334543846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110196021334543846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/2004/11/gertrude-stein_27.html' title='Gertrude Stein'/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657.post-109648014421689789</id><published>2004-09-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:57:43.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Readie Pome</title><content type='html'>I finally got my blog to work!!  This is an old post from the other blog I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my close reading I did Williams Readie Pome.  I found this poem to be very interesting.  When I first read it, I wasn't sure what it was talking about, and then when I read it again I figured it out, well at least what I thought what it was talking about.  The first part of it was talking about a drug addiciton, the second part talked about a prostitute and the last part talked about someone who gave up on life, a bum.  I wasn't sure if my mind was just "in the gutter" when I was reading it, so I  had my roomie read it over, and she got a lot of the same things I did.  The one line that stuck out to me was the old-sold.  It stuck out, because if you would read the poem in the context I did, it seems so harsh.  It's talking about a lady that is getting old, or worn out, so to speak.  She is a prostitute and it's not that she is getting too old in age to sell, but it's that she has been so used that no one wants her anymore.  At least that is the way I looked at it.  I found this poem to be very interseting, because it is very graphic and you can almost feel bad for this lady, but it's a very short poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516657-109648014421689789?l=raeanepichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/109648014421689789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516657&amp;postID=109648014421689789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/109648014421689789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/109648014421689789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/2004/09/readie-pome.html' title='Readie Pome'/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516657.post-110196046749555850</id><published>2004-09-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:07:47.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mina Loy</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy Mina Loy's writing.  It is a different, but catchy style.  I decided to do my paper on her "Aphorisms on Futurism" because I liked it alot.  In fact I think it is my favorite thing that I read this semester.  I liked it because it's sort of like reading a life lesson.  Everything that she writes is a lesson that we could use in life.  "Love the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it"  This line is saying to me that you have to love yourself, even if you don't, because if you love yourself you will find out who the real you is.  A very good lesson to follow in life, because most people have something that they don't like about themselves but until you can get over that you can't truly know who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516657-110196046749555850?l=raeanepichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/feeds/110196046749555850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516657&amp;postID=110196046749555850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110196046749555850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516657/posts/default/110196046749555850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raeanepichler.blogspot.com/2004/09/mina-loy.html' title='Mina Loy'/><author><name>Raeane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951072004342774843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
