springyhair.bsky.social
@springyhair.bsky.social
Settler Educator | Book Reader | Music Lover | AB (Treaty 6) now BC (unceded Sto:lo land)
Interested in literacy, social studies, anti-racist, anti-oppressive, and decolonizing pedagogy, music, politics.
I love these ideas! I would love to build in 1:1 conferencing, but it might end up being 1/month due to time.
June 1, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Thanks for the ideas Denise! The academic writing is a little bit beyond what these students are currently working on. Many are just starting to build writing stamina and fluency and a single paragraph is a stretch.
June 1, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Hi Brent! 👋 I was thinking of something similar to this. 2 day rotation - 1 day syntax/grammar and word work with mini lesson and hands on activities and 1 day mentor text study/quick write and editing practice. With a goal of a finished piece of writing each term.
June 1, 2025 at 10:47 PM
I also took note of the shadows and made notes about how shadows are fleeting, just like the moments of happiness at the carnival.
February 5, 2025 at 4:46 AM
Something else that stood out was Denver’s description of her secrets as sweet. Late in the chapter there is an implied comparison to Sethe’s secrets. In the comparison, Sethe’s secrets are sour because they are “things she wouldn’t tell; things she halfway told” (45). #BelovedFebruary
February 4, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Despite loneliness, Denver takes “pride in the condemnation” others have for the house. She claims to see the “pleasure of enchantment” in the haunting. Is this an accurate representation of her feelings, or simply a story she has imagined to deal with her loneliness? #BelovedFebruary
February 4, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Something I’m wondering about is Morrison’s use of compound words: whitewoman, schoolteacher, Redmen. Is this because the words represent a group rather than an individual? #BelovedFebruary
February 3, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Thank you for organizing this! I haven’t had the chance to do this kind of critical literary analysis of complex texts for a few years. It reminds me of what I loved about teaching high school
February 2, 2025 at 11:36 PM
And the sadness of that trauma is “crouched in corners” (24). This makes me think of predators waiting to pounce on their prey; lying in wait to strike in the moments of joy where the prey won’t notice or be aware of it. #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:23 PM
This brings us back to the grief and sadness - the haunting - of intergenerational trauma that is literally carved into Sethe’s body. #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Finally, I noticed the repetition of the phrase “how loose the silk” in the final pages of the chapter. Each repetition changes from imprisonment to running free to freedom. It appears to be a metaphor where shucking corn is compared to the shift from enslavement to freedom. But is Sethe truly free?
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
The location of joy and the search for it happens not in monumental moments, but in the simple vicissitudes of daily life. #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
At the end of Chapter 2, I was struck by the mention of joy: “there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you” (33). This reminded me of the discussion of colour and the winter sky on page 4 where “counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life’s principal joy was reckless.”
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
On the next page, Morrison writes that “men and women were moved around like checkers” (27). Life and the relationships between men and women are simply a game controlled by an outside force. #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Sethe describes how men are untrustworthy: “They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely that was, they studied your scars and tribulations, after which they did what he had done: ran her children out and tore up the house.” #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Or are the legacies of trauma untrustworthy and alienating for those living with them and those who interact with survivors? This also feels contradictory because Paul D was also enslaved. Does he not also have “revolting” scars that make him untrustworthy? #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
If the tree of scars represents how trauma has taken root and branched out of Sethe’s experience with slavery, is Paul D saying that the trauma makes her “revolting” and not to be trusted or be near? #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
After laying with Sethe, Paul D describes her scars as “revolting” and “not a tree” because “trees were inviting; things you could trust and be near” (25). #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 6:03 PM
“I can’t live here. I don’t know where to go or what to do, but I can’t live here. Nobody speaks to us. Nobody comes by…It’s not the house. It’s us! And it’s you!” (17). #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 5:13 AM
I’m also thinking about the ways that Denver is carrying and living with intergenerational trauma. In many ways she is alone with her own grief - her brothers have left and Sethe won’t really acknowledge her pain. #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Throughout Chapter 1, Morrison uses paradox and juxtaposition to highlight the grief and beauty of life. This is especially highlighted in the discussion of Sweet Home where it is noted that “it never looked as terrible as it was and it made [Sethe] wonder if hell was a pretty place too” (7).
February 2, 2025 at 4:08 AM
Sethe lives with these daily reminders, but chooses “no more running — from nothing” (18) because she “understood the source of the outrage as well as [she] knew the source of light” (4). #BelovedFebruary
February 2, 2025 at 4:08 AM