In the song “The River,” Bruce Springsteen uses the symbols
and archetypes of river, swimming, and youth to express the theme of life’s
disappointments. According to Stevens, “the river is also an obstacle to
migration” (11). At first swimming in the river was a “feeling [of being] at
home” but through life’s disappointments swimming turned into a “horror of
being overwhelmed” (Stevens 421). A child is a symbol of youth: “The child
points to the future and carries within itself the seeds of its own maturity
and completion” (Stevens 240).
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Ariadne's Clue
" Like all psychobiological capacities, symbol formation has an adaptive function: it promotes our grasp on reality. It enables us not just to adapt passively to reality but to master it, to adjust reality to our needs"
(Stevens 16).
"All our archetypal patterns of thought, feelings, symbolism, and behavior are present and expressed in us because of the contribution they made to the fitness of past generations" (Stevens 28).
"What is inherited is not archetypal image of snake per se, but an archetypal predisposition to perceive danger in a configuration of snakelike characteristics---something long, sinuous, and slithery, with fangs, and forked and flicking tongue" (Stevens 31).
"That a symbol signifies, in Jung's phrase, 'something more and other than itself which eludes our present knowledge' is what endows it with fascination and power" (Stevens 13).
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Being Watched
My younger brother and I always joke
around about our similar appearances and even call ourselves twins. We say that
we have a sixth sense, and we can tell what the other one is thinking. One night I went to sleep not knowing if I would
dream or not, but I did end up dreaming that I was at
school. In my dream I was talking to my friend, I kept getting this
sensation that someone behind me was staring at me, and the person would not go
away. I decided to turn around in my dream and as I also turned around in my bed to
face my door, I woke up. There was my brother staring at me. He
had silently opened the door, walked in, and had not said a thing.
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