Week 6 writing prompts pg. 192 and 195

Complete these prompts in your Readers Journal:
  • p.192 #  4, 5
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    4. I am uncertain about attributing a figurative meaning to the pencil. It feels like it should be symbolic of something, like an olive branch, in a way. It is the "tool" that will perhaps help the moth, but ultimately, there is no help for the moth- so I really feel it is just an extension of Woolf's finger. Not a symbol at all. 
    5. She learned that death will get even the fiercest opponent in the end. No one is immune. It strikes at will, and all will eventually succumb to it.It seems that is what she learned, and that is also what she would impart to the reader. 
  • p. 195 # 1, 2, 4
     1. The cats illustrate that Dillard is not really alone, but perhaps lonely. She tells us straight away that she has cats, so that we will not think her entirely alone on earth, then reminds us in the end that she has cats, but here it takes on a certain sadness, like that is all she has. She also tells us that she put out Small's tail fire, and yet, we know she cared little about the moths burning up.
    2. Dillard seems in awe of the moth's death. She watches it, intensely. I feel like it does not scare her, that she acknowledges the death, and lets us know the moth became something else, for at least 2 hours- a wick. And then, after that, who knows? Woolf's take on it seemed darker, she let us know that death was inevitable and surprising. Dillard seemed to tell us that death is just a fact, not something to fear.
  4. Woolf and Dillard's poems both feature the death of a moth, and a single solitary woman. Dillard does have cats. They both witness the death of a moth. Woolf; unexpectedly, Dillard, less so. Dillard had seen the moths dead husks, and also witnessed them catching fire previously, so this was not as shocking to her. The most important difference between the two, are the outlook the writer's take on the moth's deaths. Woolf seemed more affected, Dillard, not as much. Dillard really expressed the death in a beautiful transformative way, Woolf just seemed dark and fearful.

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