Brainstorm at the World and You

Okay, there are no rules that say I can't blog about my English homework. "But Ben, don't you have homework t-" SHUT UP AND LET ME BLOG! Yes I do have homework to do. HOWEVER, writing my thoughts helps me organize them, and my blog is for voicing my thoughts. So technically I am doing homework. "But Be-" Don't but Ben me; I got work to do...

Aright I have to write about A Song of Joys for my class. This is a moderately long poem that talks about the joys of life. It talks about nature, man, work, death, and the soul. (I can be in my blog.... no really that's special) I, when I read the poem (the 50th time) found an interesting message. The poem is basically talking about Boundaries, or lack there of. It's saying that, no matter your profession, there is no limit to joy or freedom of the soul. It's saying that the soul owns all and has all, no matter your age or gender.

I assume that the time period is notable. Walt Whitman wrote this poem in 1860, (that date was harder to find than you might think) a time when things were being invented to make work easier. Normal (middle class) people started looking to their stuff for joy. With less time on work they could spend more time on themselves. People started watching and participating in sports. They started reading more fiction. They developed hobbies. People had begun an age of self entertainment rather than preservation. Until this point people had to find joy in their work, not (so much) their play. What you and I live now is a matured version of this new age. However Walt never mentions golf, video games, or diet fads in his poem. His poem is filled with work. "How can that bring jo-" I said shut up! This poem marks the last generation that truly knew where joy is found. Not in entertaining one's self, but rather finding joy in doing one's job to the best of one's ability. To participate in fulfilling one's purpose....(my mind is approaching depression, I don't know why)

I also have a power point project thing to do. I have to talk about myself. I hate talking about myself. Unless I'm blogging. Well it shouldn't be too hard... I'm dying on this schedule. Literally, I'm loosing my mind. I'm returning to the dust from whence I came. I should take a nap... I'm done blogging today...ish