tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post116152346772783985..comments2023-09-30T04:12:28.281-07:00Comments on Finding Fair Hope: Artists and Fair HopeMary Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01515655542270431289noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-21684328867932123462010-11-09T11:19:56.133-08:002010-11-09T11:19:56.133-08:00I am not an expert at judging the women of Tenness...I am not an expert at judging the women of Tennessee williams plays. I only know Fairhope ruined me. whenever i hear the voice of a southern woman I want to keep listening to her. A southern woman can easily wrap me around her little finger and have me cook her grits without burning them. I just finished Absalom Absalom. The best women in the novel were the black women. They had values and could do things. The white women were pretty useless. and as for the Sutpen's and their sense of honor, those men were living in another world which valued so called honor over life and family and regarded it as a disgrace to have one drop of colored blood in them.Rupert Schmitt writers bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00840508760700824413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-1161608105387257832006-10-23T05:55:00.000-07:002006-10-23T05:55:00.000-07:00Let's see...who can I think of who's stupid enough...Let's see...who can I think of who's stupid enough to burn grits? First name who comes to mind: George W. Bush. We may have invented a new parlor game here...Mary Loishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01515655542270431289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-1161600465151983662006-10-23T03:47:00.000-07:002006-10-23T03:47:00.000-07:00You've obviously havn't had many dealings with clu...You've obviously havn't had many dealings with club owners, but I imagine there are a few on the planning commission that could do it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-1161588729264337132006-10-23T00:32:00.000-07:002006-10-23T00:32:00.000-07:00It's pretty hard to burn grits, as a matter of fac...It's pretty hard to burn grits, as a matter of fact. That guy must have been a real loser.Mary Loishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01515655542270431289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-1161583545089199872006-10-22T23:05:00.000-07:002006-10-22T23:05:00.000-07:00Thanks for repeating as it give me a chance to rep...Thanks for repeating as it give me a chance to repeat as well. Here was my response to the original post.<BR/><BR/>“It seem you two are having quite a talkfest lately. I wonder if there is much room here for any one else to get a word in. So I will take up the challenge of TW hating all women. I don’t think that you can derive or infer that from his work. You can certainly force that interpretation on the work but it doesn’t come from the works themselves. The women and men portrayed in his plays are all very rich complex sets of expressions and reactions to the social dynamics of their roles in the southern society of the fifties. If he hated women and wrote to express that, the roles could never be so complex or evoke the empathic response to their plight. <BR/><BR/>William’s plays, from my strictly viewer’s perspective, show the corrosive and distorting effects of social structure and it’s power dynamics on a human being’s basic desire, needs and ability to find and receive love. This corrosive distortion is best recognized in the women, as corrupted figures of southern innocence, and therefore their actions may seem more vile, which would place them in a more unfavorable light. This of course could lead some to think that William’s hates women. TW is not I would argue is not portraying women or men to be loved or hated, but rather like all good writer’s letting them evolve from their interactions with each other.”<BR/><BR/>I’ve only known two southern women. I loved them both and consider myself lucky to have enjoyed their charm, wit, intelligence, grace and style. I will quote the other one, “He burned my grits! It made me so mad I could spit.” She was Joyous in all her southerness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com