Archives - December 2010

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Dec. 15

Pauley's AHS Students





        So you've decided to tackle a little literary analysis for extra credit?  Step right up.  Search through the archives (clickable on the right side of this page).  I look forward to reading your comments.  Have a very Merry Christmas!

Dec. 14

Blood Meridian


The Karankawas



        During the seventh grade, I became fascinated with Texas history, particularly the various Indian tribes.  Of course, the most intriguing were the Karankawas, the nomadic tribes who roamed from Galveston Bay to Corpus Christi Bay.

        The Karankawas were heavily tattooed, painted, pierced, and shell-ornamented.  They were a tall people -- the men between six and seven feet.  Their name means "dog-lover."  But for the cannibalism, they seem like quite an interesting bunch.  They practiced ritual cannibalism, believing they gained power from eating captured enemies.  The poor victim was tied to a stake.  Then males of the tribe danced around him and periodically sliced off pieces of his body, which were roasted in front of him and devoured.

        Perhaps even stranger than the cannibalism, the Karankawan culture supported three gender roles:  male, female, and a third role taken on ...

Dec. 10

Poetic Hyperbole


Like Minds



        Yep, I'm gonna do it -- compare William Shakespeare to Billy Collins.  They both, by the way, have a touch of the wiseass in their work.  Particularly when writing of hyperbole in love poems.  This is Shakespeare's Sonnet 130:


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks:

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go,

My mistress when she walks ...

Dec. 7

Words of Wisdom


Wilde at Heart



        I feel like quoting Oscar Wilde today.  I'm not quite sure what that says about me.  Or about my state of mind. 

        Nevertheless ... these are but a few of his paradoxical truisms:


There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating -- people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.


Between me and life there is a mist of words always. 


In America the young are always ready to give those who are older than themselves the full benefits of their inexperience.


A mask tells us more than a face.


She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes.  That is always a sign of despair in a woman.  (Picture Paris Hilton right here.)


        Now don't you feel better?  I know I ...

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Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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