Post by Graveyard Goddess on Sept 25, 2005 7:40:24 GMT -5
Okaaay most of you know i was trying to BS a paper for friday well now I need to have that horrible paper look better for a grade on monday. i did it. and i handed it in. and we did peer reviews in class. when i was reviewing someone elses paper i wrote him a 3 page letter about what i like and what needs to be fixed in his paper. when i got my paper back i see a few smily faces, spelling corrections and "huh?"s and THATS IT. this succcks
I need to make it 5 pages miniumum...its almost 4 now but now its sort of just 4 pages of fluff.
I was wondering...if you guys could read through my paper and help me sound like I know what im talking about...please
hugggssss
A Fairytale Full of Flaws
Witch Baby is an artist. With her camera she shoots photos of painful things; sometimes when looking in the camera lens she sees things about people she doesn’t see when looking through her just eyes.
Witch baby and her world is made up of many layers and pieces. Like overlapping materials her life growing up was very eclectic. Witch Baby’s has lived in Shangri LA since she was found on her mother; Weetzie’s doorstep. Witch Baby struggled to grow up and find her way through the fairytale world of beautiful boys and girls who lived happily ever after. She grew up with a huge “family” in a little perfect cottage which Weetzie decorates with collage. She covers pillows and lampshades with rose petals, glitter, stars, lace, feathers, and miniature plastic babies. Her birth-daughter; Cherokee, takes after Weetzie by wearing outfits made of beads, sparkles, feathers and fringes. While Witch Baby covers her half bedroom with painful cut outs and pictures; Cherokee decorates hers with shells, and dried flowers. Witch Baby just doesn’t fit in with the beautiful collage family she’s been raised by. That in one sense is an overlapping layer Witch Baby discovers and forms. Her photo’s physically unite her family in a collage.
Meeting Angel Juan; the “dark angel boy in her dreams”; she sees the light in the world and is very happy. She is in love. All over the walls are pictures [witch baby] took of Angel Juan. Angel Juan plays his bass--eyelash-shadow, mouth-pout, knee-swoon. Angel Juan kisses the sky. Angel Juan the blur does hip-hop moves “On her wall the pictures of Angel Juan were all running away blurs of black hair and white teeth.”(pg127) She knew he was leaving her; on a subconscious level. It wasn’t long after Angel Juan says “You're always taking pictures of me and writing songs for me but that's not me. That's who you make up.” Only to tell his Nina Bruja that he is leaving for New York City. When she hears this she rips pictures of Angel Juan and herself into shreds; "My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break." As she hears Angel Juans voice she feels the broken chips cutting sharply deep into her. The artist is soon determined to pick up the scattered body parts, teacup chips and mirror shards to make herself ultimitly become truly whole for once.
Now Witch Baby; on a quest to find her Angel; gets her “camera and goes out into the bright cold. As soon as [she] start skating [she] get the sick empty feeling inside" and " runs up to the ninth floor carrying [her] mirror, even with my skates off.” Her “head is full of wound-pictures, [her] camera is empty and [she feels] farther away from Angel Juan than ever...." In New York; Witch Baby’s surrounding atmosphere changes very much so from Shangri LA. Even more so is there is a sort of kaleidoscopic type of imagery in the book—but things like genies, ghosts and talking to statues
are elements of the supernatural too. Creating mannequins out of children is something that might be considered fairy-tale like. Everything seems fragile also-- breaking mirrors, ripped photos, the delicacy of mannequin body parts. Now Witch Baby isn’t watching the fairytale; she is part of it. If this all is so fairytale like; where is reality? This is Witch Baby’s question ultimately.
Back at her birth mother’s apartment “There's the hallway lined with mirrors [she] freaked [her] self once. Witch Baby said "Now I know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more whole little you’s in every piece.” Not only does this express the breaking down into pieces yet again, but expresses an idea that is drawn here between the reality of the situation and horrible itis (Witch Baby being left by Angel Juan) and the fake but seemingly real reality that a mirror image represents. It's horrible and doesn't feel like it is happening, but it If she is thinking about smashing her reflection in the mirror, is it to see if she is real, if this is her painful reality.
At the points where Witch Baby smashes any mirrors; she isn’t looking at her camera lens; but looking at a reflection of herself. Maybe her camera lens keeps the pain in her life contained.
By photographing pictures; Witch Baby actually realizes she does not have control over all the pain around her, but merely the pain she sees through her camera lens
By providing herself with an outlet for a certain amount of pain; she builds
Herself a force field with her camera lens as to limit the pain in her view.
control her. She takes control of the darkness in her world.
She finds an article about Indians in South America that had found a glowing blue ball. They stroked it, peeled off layers to decorate their walls and doorways, faces and bodies. Then one day they all began to die. The globe was part of an old x-ray machine on Page 275:
"... and then all the way to New York. The parts of my body feel held together by strings you could cut with a scissors. "Remember to look in the eye. That's what you taught me," Vixanne says. "Look at your own ..."
on Page 37:
"... dusted with white winter powder- sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with. I drink some tea, get my camera and ¢o out into the bright cold. As soon as I start skating I get the sick empty feeling in ..."
7. on Page 39:
"... up to the ninth floor carrying the mirror, even with my skates off. My head is full of wound-pictures, my camera is empty and I feel farther away from Angel Juan than ever. On the door of Charlie Bat's apartment is ..."
8. on Page 49:
"... "Charlie?" The light is by the window. "Take a picture," he says. "Of what?" "Of me." I reach for my camera and focus on the light. But through the lens I see all of Mr. Bat again like in the mirror ..."
9. on Page 50:
"... Come on," Charlie says on the other side of my camera lens. "How often do I have the chance to watch my grandchild eat breakfast? Sweet-potato pie. Grits." Maybe it's him ..."
10. on Page 51:
"... let go and let them? Would anybody even look up? I use one hand to look at Charlie through my camera . He's sitting next to me jiggling his legs.
"Of what?" "Of me." I reach for my camera and focus on the light. But through the lens I see all of Mr. Bat again like in the mirror . He is looking out the window at the ..."
4. on Page 50:
"... Come on," Charlie says on the other side of my camera lens. "How often do I have the chance to watch my grandchild eat breakfast? Sweet-potato pie. Grits." Maybe it's him calling ..."
5. on Page 56:
"... make a good picture," Charlie says. I hold up my camera not really planning on taking anything. But through my lens I see they are mini fly- girls with skin like a dark pony's velvetness. They are doing the Running Man ..."
6. on Page 66:
"... can almost hear him shrug. "Well, you could probably get some good shots from up here." I look through my lens and there's Charlie perched on a branch clutching with his fingers. He doesn't seem too at The Cemetary. He lets go ..."
7. on Page 69:
"... and by the time I get there tree man is ,one. Then I see something dangling in the branches hid- len by the few leaves that are still clinging on. It's a rope adder slinking from a square cut in some ..."
8. on Page 74:
"... lankas put their arms around each other and the little girl wriggles in between them still giggling. Through my camera lens I see their love even more. It's almost like a color. It's like a firefly halo. I also see that ..."
. on Page 263:
"... More I want to sink back into the darkness where I came from. I want to drown under the newspaper pain and the shreds of Angel Juan. "Go away," I growl at Weetzie. But she knows me too well by now. ..."
on Page 83:
"... top floor. "That's where we lived when I was growing up." "Hey, Charlie." I turn around and hold up my camera. A little girl is standing in the street but she's ... skulky rats have lived in for a long time. "Look through your camera," Charlie says. The apartment changes. It's suddenly warm and full of ghosty chairs and couches printed with cabbagy ..."
14. on Page 91:
"... stuff? It's a magpie Christmas market. "Look at that man," Charlie says. I see a hungry face. "No. With your camera." I look through my camera at the man and I can almost feel the veins in my own arms twitch-switching with wanting . ..."
15. on Page 123:
"... right in the eye. But I can't look in Cake's eyes. I'll be under his spell. So I take my camera and look at him through that. My own magic. Maybe magic is just love. Maybe genies are what love would be if love walked and ..."
Brandy-Lynn was staring at the clock on the wall and the pictures Witch Baby had taken. There they all were the family-bigger and bigger groups of them circling the clock up to the ..." on Page 273:
"... Remember. "Remember those photographs you gave me?" she says. When I found her the first time, I gave her some pictures I took. An old woman shaking her fist and screaming at the sun. A man who was too young to ..."
on Page 288:
"... Make it up to the ninth floor carrying the mirror, even with my skates off. My head is full of wound-pictures, my camera is empty and I feel farther away from Angel Juan than ever.
she stops to look at the pictures she has taken on her journey. The floating basketball boys. The old woman with the peach. The hungry men
"... to leave. I think that Weetzie misses her dead dad more than she will miss me. Vixanne is busy painting pictures of her own face. The rest of my family is working on their movie. It's about ghosts but if anybody ..." "... and removes her blonde wig, letting her black hair cascade down, framing her fine-boned porcelain face. "Let's see how my baby witch looks as a Jayne blonde," she says, putting the wig on Witch Baby. "You need a wig with that hair, ..." .
. on Page 372:
"... friend. I know I'll be leaving him in the morning. At The Cemetary I'll skate to school and take lots of pictures. I'll take pictures of lankas, ducks, hipsters and The Cemetaryboys. When I look through my camera at them I'll see what
When Angel Juan leaves Witch Baby, her heart feels like a broken teacup. Oh then she also tears up her photos of him, so then he too is in “pieces”.
"... to go to New York," I say. My voice sounds gritty. My throat hurts like my voice is made of broken glass. "To find him or to find you?" Weetzie asks. Why is she asking me stuff like this like she ..."
on Page 82:
"... lamp he had told Weetzie about. Then she opened the door and skated into a room cluttered with merry-go-round horses, broken china, bolts of glittery fabric, Persian carpets and many lamps. The lamps weren't lit and the room was so dark ..."
. on Page 272:
"... I know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more whole little yous in every piece. I go into the ..."
. on Page 286:
"... just lie there not trying to hold it together anymore, letting my dry no-tear sobs break it up into little pieces, wanting to dream about Angel Juan-at least that. But when I do fall asleep it's like being buried with nothing
. on Page 293:
"... bad luck. But then I look into the jags and there I am--still all one scary-looking Witch Baby in every piece. I just want to disappear. Everything to stop. That's when the whistling flower lights up again. I sit staring as ..."
14. on Page 304:
on Page 308:
"... he says. "You look about to take off. Is there a mirror in here?" We both look at the broken pieces. "I was never into mirrors either," he says. "Now you're only in mirrors." "Maybe you could put that one back ..."
"... are filled with newspaper clippings I used to have on my walls-before Angel Juan. "Whales Die in Toxic Waters." "Beautiful Basketball God Gets Disease." "Family Burned in Gas Explosion." "Murderer Collects Victims' Body Parts." Even after Angel Juan I cut them ..."
Witch Baby scowled at the clippings on her wall. The pictures stared back-missing children smiling, not knowing what was going to happen to them later; serial killers looking blind also, in another way. ..."
. on Page 336:
"... I was a little kid covering myself with dirt. Slinky cats with golden hoops in their ears. Chalky blue goddesses missing their little arms or legs. Where did the lost parts of them go? Maybe they reminded Angel Juan of me ..."
"... bat shaped backpack. For a moment she stops to look at the pictures she has taken on her journey. The floating basketball boys. The old woman with the peach. The hungry men in the gazebo. The dying young man and his angel ..."
here are my notes. it is about a book called "dangerous angels"
xx!
My first thought was the whole collage thing, Interesting but superficial Leitmotifs; as if glueing layers of paper on a collage, some with with fairytale elements (genies, ghosts, talking to statues, creating kids into manikins, a perfect happy
family (with WB and outsider in it), photos being ripped into peices, WB feeling like her heard is made of jagged sharp teacup chips, mirrors breaking,maniquen body parts, Artistic layers. I liked this whole thing, but my teacher says none of these things have anything to do with another....and maybe shes right. I sort of see the compilation and ripping apart and putting back together to form a collage thing going on.
As the mirrors go; Witch Baby runs away after looking in the mirror and her photos for a long time. At this point she tells herself "youll never belong to anyone; you are
a baby witch" ...When entering Vixanne's house WB is mortified before realizing her hallway is lined with mirrors. When she returns to vixanne's and lets herself in the
unlocked door much later; "My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I
feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all
shatter and break." [she doesn't want to break at this point. She feels
vulnerable since Angel Juan is leaving her....
There's the hallway lined with mirrors [she] freaked [her] self once. "Now I
know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll
look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more
whole little yous in every piece. She also smashes mirror in Charlie bats apartment and then later glues it together again to reflect a "whole"witch baby I thought this was very interesting, but its not a real discovery more like a reoccuring object....mirrors.
Photographs of family = witch baby's being an outsider
Newspaper articles = the tragedy in the world around her. She cuts 3 out
each night to keep her thoughts from drowning into her own imagined
newspaper photo.
Mirrors = always shows a reflection she doesn't like until the last time she
smashes a mirror; she pieces it back together; suggesting that she's whole.
The idea my teacher says is best is my one about WB (Witch Baby) seeing pain in her camera lense and by doing so; controlling it rather than letting it controll her. I think this is sort of obvious. But my teacher said I need to pick apart the book to find something 90% of readers wouldn't find...this is more what the other ten percent wouldn't find....I dont know what to do! Im supposed to have this genius discovery that will blow her socks off and I cant find one. I need o use a lot of nice words...I need to do a few pages of bullshitting .
By photographing pictures; she actually realizes she can't control the pain
around her, but merely the pain she sees (through the lens of her camera).
By providing herself with an outlet for a certain amount of pain; she builds
herself some sort of protection with her camera as to not let the pain
control her. She takes control of the darkness in her world
Bleh. If you cant help me that is okay....I just hope you can! You don’t need to understand much...I just need to string some of these thoughts together so they seem like they make a little sense.
*Hug* THANK YOU
stephie
I need to make it 5 pages miniumum...its almost 4 now but now its sort of just 4 pages of fluff.
I was wondering...if you guys could read through my paper and help me sound like I know what im talking about...please
hugggssss
A Fairytale Full of Flaws
Witch Baby is an artist. With her camera she shoots photos of painful things; sometimes when looking in the camera lens she sees things about people she doesn’t see when looking through her just eyes.
Witch baby and her world is made up of many layers and pieces. Like overlapping materials her life growing up was very eclectic. Witch Baby’s has lived in Shangri LA since she was found on her mother; Weetzie’s doorstep. Witch Baby struggled to grow up and find her way through the fairytale world of beautiful boys and girls who lived happily ever after. She grew up with a huge “family” in a little perfect cottage which Weetzie decorates with collage. She covers pillows and lampshades with rose petals, glitter, stars, lace, feathers, and miniature plastic babies. Her birth-daughter; Cherokee, takes after Weetzie by wearing outfits made of beads, sparkles, feathers and fringes. While Witch Baby covers her half bedroom with painful cut outs and pictures; Cherokee decorates hers with shells, and dried flowers. Witch Baby just doesn’t fit in with the beautiful collage family she’s been raised by. That in one sense is an overlapping layer Witch Baby discovers and forms. Her photo’s physically unite her family in a collage.
Meeting Angel Juan; the “dark angel boy in her dreams”; she sees the light in the world and is very happy. She is in love. All over the walls are pictures [witch baby] took of Angel Juan. Angel Juan plays his bass--eyelash-shadow, mouth-pout, knee-swoon. Angel Juan kisses the sky. Angel Juan the blur does hip-hop moves “On her wall the pictures of Angel Juan were all running away blurs of black hair and white teeth.”(pg127) She knew he was leaving her; on a subconscious level. It wasn’t long after Angel Juan says “You're always taking pictures of me and writing songs for me but that's not me. That's who you make up.” Only to tell his Nina Bruja that he is leaving for New York City. When she hears this she rips pictures of Angel Juan and herself into shreds; "My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break." As she hears Angel Juans voice she feels the broken chips cutting sharply deep into her. The artist is soon determined to pick up the scattered body parts, teacup chips and mirror shards to make herself ultimitly become truly whole for once.
Now Witch Baby; on a quest to find her Angel; gets her “camera and goes out into the bright cold. As soon as [she] start
are elements of the supernatural too. Creating mannequins out of children is something that might be considered fairy-tale like. Everything seems fragile also-- breaking mirrors, ripped photos, the delicacy of mannequin body parts. Now Witch Baby isn’t watching the fairytale; she is part of it. If this all is so fairytale like; where is reality? This is Witch Baby’s question ultimately.
Back at her birth mother’s apartment “There's the hallway lined with mirrors [she] freaked [her] self once. Witch Baby said "Now I know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more whole little you’s in every piece.” Not only does this express the breaking down into pieces yet again, but expresses an idea that is drawn here between the reality of the situation and horrible itis (Witch Baby being left by Angel Juan) and the fake but seemingly real reality that a mirror image represents. It's horrible and doesn't feel like it is happening, but it If she is thinking about smashing her reflection in the mirror, is it to see if she is real, if this is her painful reality.
At the points where Witch Baby smashes any mirrors; she isn’t looking at her camera lens; but looking at a reflection of herself. Maybe her camera lens keeps the pain in her life contained.
By photographing pictures; Witch Baby actually realizes she does not have control over all the pain around her, but merely the pain she sees through her camera lens
By providing herself with an outlet for a certain amount of pain; she builds
Herself a force field with her camera lens as to limit the pain in her view.
control her. She takes control of the darkness in her world.
She finds an article about Indians in South America that had found a glowing blue ball. They stroked it, peeled off layers to decorate their walls and doorways, faces and bodies. Then one day they all began to die. The globe was part of an old x-ray machine on Page 275:
"... and then all the way to New York. The parts of my body feel held together by strings you could cut with a scissors. "Remember to look in the eye. That's what you taught me," Vixanne says. "Look at your own ..."
on Page 37:
"... dusted with white winter powder- sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with. I drink some tea, get my camera and ¢o out into the bright cold. As soon as I start skating I get the sick empty feeling in ..."
7. on Page 39:
"... up to the ninth floor carrying the mirror, even with my skates off. My head is full of wound-pictures, my camera is empty and I feel farther away from Angel Juan than ever. On the door of Charlie Bat's apartment is ..."
8. on Page 49:
"... "Charlie?" The light is by the window. "Take a picture," he says. "Of what?" "Of me." I reach for my camera and focus on the light. But through the lens I see all of Mr. Bat again like in the mirror ..."
9. on Page 50:
"... Come on," Charlie says on the other side of my camera lens. "How often do I have the chance to watch my grandchild eat breakfast? Sweet-potato pie. Grits." Maybe it's him ..."
10. on Page 51:
"... let go and let them? Would anybody even look up? I use one hand to look at Charlie through my camera . He's sitting next to me jiggling his legs.
"Of what?" "Of me." I reach for my camera and focus on the light. But through the lens I see all of Mr. Bat again like in the mirror . He is looking out the window at the ..."
4. on Page 50:
"... Come on," Charlie says on the other side of my camera lens. "How often do I have the chance to watch my grandchild eat breakfast? Sweet-potato pie. Grits." Maybe it's him calling ..."
5. on Page 56:
"... make a good picture," Charlie says. I hold up my camera not really planning on taking anything. But through my lens I see they are mini fly- girls with skin like a dark pony's velvetness. They are doing the Running Man ..."
6. on Page 66:
"... can almost hear him shrug. "Well, you could probably get some good shots from up here." I look through my lens and there's Charlie perched on a branch clutching with his fingers. He doesn't seem too at The Cemetary. He lets go ..."
7. on Page 69:
"... and by the time I get there tree man is ,one. Then I see something dangling in the branches hid- len by the few leaves that are still clinging on. It's a rope adder slinking from a square cut in some ..."
8. on Page 74:
"... lankas put their arms around each other and the little girl wriggles in between them still giggling. Through my camera lens I see their love even more. It's almost like a color. It's like a firefly halo. I also see that ..."
. on Page 263:
"... More I want to sink back into the darkness where I came from. I want to drown under the newspaper pain and the shreds of Angel Juan. "Go away," I growl at Weetzie. But she knows me too well by now. ..."
on Page 83:
"... top floor. "That's where we lived when I was growing up." "Hey, Charlie." I turn around and hold up my camera. A little girl is standing in the street but she's ... skulky rats have lived in for a long time. "Look through your camera," Charlie says. The apartment changes. It's suddenly warm and full of ghosty chairs and couches printed with cabbagy ..."
14. on Page 91:
"... stuff? It's a magpie Christmas market. "Look at that man," Charlie says. I see a hungry face. "No. With your camera." I look through my camera at the man and I can almost feel the veins in my own arms twitch-switching with wanting . ..."
15. on Page 123:
"... right in the eye. But I can't look in Cake's eyes. I'll be under his spell. So I take my camera and look at him through that. My own magic. Maybe magic is just love. Maybe genies are what love would be if love walked and ..."
Brandy-Lynn was staring at the clock on the wall and the pictures Witch Baby had taken. There they all were the family-bigger and bigger groups of them circling the clock up to the ..." on Page 273:
"... Remember. "Remember those photographs you gave me?" she says. When I found her the first time, I gave her some pictures I took. An old woman shaking her fist and screaming at the sun. A man who was too young to ..."
on Page 288:
"... Make it up to the ninth floor carrying the mirror, even with my skates off. My head is full of wound-pictures, my camera is empty and I feel farther away from Angel Juan than ever.
she stops to look at the pictures she has taken on her journey. The floating basketball boys. The old woman with the peach. The hungry men
"... to leave. I think that Weetzie misses her dead dad more than she will miss me. Vixanne is busy painting pictures of her own face. The rest of my family is working on their movie. It's about ghosts but if anybody ..." "... and removes her blonde wig, letting her black hair cascade down, framing her fine-boned porcelain face. "Let's see how my baby witch looks as a Jayne blonde," she says, putting the wig on Witch Baby. "You need a wig with that hair, ..." .
. on Page 372:
"... friend. I know I'll be leaving him in the morning. At The Cemetary I'll skate to school and take lots of pictures. I'll take pictures of lankas, ducks, hipsters and The Cemetaryboys. When I look through my camera at them I'll see what
When Angel Juan leaves Witch Baby, her heart feels like a broken teacup. Oh then she also tears up her photos of him, so then he too is in “pieces”.
"... to go to New York," I say. My voice sounds gritty. My throat hurts like my voice is made of broken glass. "To find him or to find you?" Weetzie asks. Why is she asking me stuff like this like she ..."
on Page 82:
"... lamp he had told Weetzie about. Then she opened the door and skated into a room cluttered with merry-go-round horses, broken china, bolts of glittery fabric, Persian carpets and many lamps. The lamps weren't lit and the room was so dark ..."
. on Page 272:
"... I know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more whole little yous in every piece. I go into the ..."
. on Page 286:
"... just lie there not trying to hold it together anymore, letting my dry no-tear sobs break it up into little pieces, wanting to dream about Angel Juan-at least that. But when I do fall asleep it's like being buried with nothing
. on Page 293:
"... bad luck. But then I look into the jags and there I am--still all one scary-looking Witch Baby in every piece. I just want to disappear. Everything to stop. That's when the whistling flower lights up again. I sit staring as ..."
14. on Page 304:
on Page 308:
"... he says. "You look about to take off. Is there a mirror in here?" We both look at the broken pieces. "I was never into mirrors either," he says. "Now you're only in mirrors." "Maybe you could put that one back ..."
"... are filled with newspaper clippings I used to have on my walls-before Angel Juan. "Whales Die in Toxic Waters." "Beautiful Basketball God Gets Disease." "Family Burned in Gas Explosion." "Murderer Collects Victims' Body Parts." Even after Angel Juan I cut them ..."
Witch Baby scowled at the clippings on her wall. The pictures stared back-missing children smiling, not knowing what was going to happen to them later; serial killers looking blind also, in another way. ..."
. on Page 336:
"... I was a little kid covering myself with dirt. Slinky cats with golden hoops in their ears. Chalky blue goddesses missing their little arms or legs. Where did the lost parts of them go? Maybe they reminded Angel Juan of me ..."
"... bat shaped backpack. For a moment she stops to look at the pictures she has taken on her journey. The floating basketball boys. The old woman with the peach. The hungry men in the gazebo. The dying young man and his angel ..."
here are my notes. it is about a book called "dangerous angels"
xx!
My first thought was the whole collage thing, Interesting but superficial Leitmotifs; as if glueing layers of paper on a collage, some with with fairytale elements (genies, ghosts, talking to statues, creating kids into manikins, a perfect happy
family (with WB and outsider in it), photos being ripped into peices, WB feeling like her heard is made of jagged sharp teacup chips, mirrors breaking,maniquen body parts, Artistic layers. I liked this whole thing, but my teacher says none of these things have anything to do with another....and maybe shes right. I sort of see the compilation and ripping apart and putting back together to form a collage thing going on.
As the mirrors go; Witch Baby runs away after looking in the mirror and her photos for a long time. At this point she tells herself "youll never belong to anyone; you are
a baby witch" ...When entering Vixanne's house WB is mortified before realizing her hallway is lined with mirrors. When she returns to vixanne's and lets herself in the
unlocked door much later; "My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I
feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all
shatter and break." [she doesn't want to break at this point. She feels
vulnerable since Angel Juan is leaving her....
There's the hallway lined with mirrors [she] freaked [her] self once. "Now I
know they're me but I want to smash my reflections. So in the mirror I'll
look like I feel. Pieces. But if you break a mirror there are just more
whole little yous in every piece. She also smashes mirror in Charlie bats apartment and then later glues it together again to reflect a "whole"witch baby I thought this was very interesting, but its not a real discovery more like a reoccuring object....mirrors.
Photographs of family = witch baby's being an outsider
Newspaper articles = the tragedy in the world around her. She cuts 3 out
each night to keep her thoughts from drowning into her own imagined
newspaper photo.
Mirrors = always shows a reflection she doesn't like until the last time she
smashes a mirror; she pieces it back together; suggesting that she's whole.
The idea my teacher says is best is my one about WB (Witch Baby) seeing pain in her camera lense and by doing so; controlling it rather than letting it controll her. I think this is sort of obvious. But my teacher said I need to pick apart the book to find something 90% of readers wouldn't find...this is more what the other ten percent wouldn't find....I dont know what to do! Im supposed to have this genius discovery that will blow her socks off and I cant find one. I need o use a lot of nice words...I need to do a few pages of bullshitting .
By photographing pictures; she actually realizes she can't control the pain
around her, but merely the pain she sees (through the lens of her camera).
By providing herself with an outlet for a certain amount of pain; she builds
herself some sort of protection with her camera as to not let the pain
control her. She takes control of the darkness in her world
Bleh. If you cant help me that is okay....I just hope you can! You don’t need to understand much...I just need to string some of these thoughts together so they seem like they make a little sense.
*Hug* THANK YOU
stephie
