today in our groups, i talked with nketchi and marian about genre and site sits. we all expressed a boredom with the way we write our site sits. last class, the class discussed gary snyder's idea of wild writing, and anne encouraged us all to write more wildly. writing wildly seems like an easy answer to the problem of boring site sits, but i wonder how we can truly write wildly. the site sits that are already up read like my middle school essays. i hate mine. other people's don't please me much either. they are written stiffly and the conclusions drawn are corny. because of this wild writing interests me. but what is wildness? in class on tuesday, we each took a hand at rewriting part of our postings more wildly and i don't know that it helped.

*7- "us that picks up the pieces"-- literally and figuratively; body pieces that remain after an explosion

*16- "The rocks down here, they don't expect nobody to love them"

*22-23: remember to look up what a dago boy is...

*27- "three tablespoons of sugar and turpentine"-- good for a chest cold... I'm thinking maybe for a miners cough?

*pg 50- upside down bucket= strike/kettlebottom... gesture that gives a signal, sets in motion a timeline of events--- important that the death of Natan, which we read through in the middle part, is the catalyst for this gesture

*58- remember to look up God's parable...

*60- "I am on the side of the trees" --- thinking ecologically... what if we eventually read exile and pride in this class?

Sometimes, it feels good to risk being seen as “good” for the sake of being open about my intentions, which are not always good and often selfish.

“I wanted to go there, and sit at that table, and I wanted to make her uncomfortable”

Sam lit a cigarette. “Sara, sometimes, when you’re angry at someone, you just go crazy,” I knew by the way he said this statement that it wasn’t being passed as a judgment. But it set my mind into motion, in a way I am often unwilling to ignore, because I am afraid of what I might miss out on if I do. As I was formulating a response to Sam’s comment, I became so absorbed in the process that I forgot to respond entirely, instead, I got lost, exploring the concept of “crazy.”

Here’s where it starts:

While I was slightly disappointed that I didn't get to choose a meeting place that was actually outside, I was pretty content in my odd choice of location. Meeting in the basement of English House was inconenvient but I also noticed that people seemed to pay more attention to each other because we were in such close proximity to each other. During classes before, I've found that you can participate without feeling obligated to make direct eye contact with the person speaking but when we were sitting right next to each other, it seemed a ot more like a conversation and therefore the option of looking elsewhere wasn't as available.

When the class split into pairs to discuss Allen and Snyder, Caleb and I talked for a while about western relationships between Native American culture and the natural world. We noticed that Snyder, a white man, uses language associated with Native Americans to talk about a more ecological way of writing. He writes that "New Nature Poetics" should "use Coyote as a totem," and goes on to breifly describe what Coyote signifies in a vague and unnamed native culture. Western culture (I'm using this here to describe the culture non-native Americans) is fascinated with Native ways of being and doing in nature but is significantly less interested in protecting the people who create these ideas.