literary critique, literature, nonfiction, Uncategorized

[posting][review] Black Panther’s Wakanda

Jackson Square Landmark Cinemas sold out Black Panther tickets for at least five days straight. I finally managed to find a showing one evening with three seats for my brother, my friend, and I. I was excited for a variety of reasons: I have always wanted to see a cat-themed superhero (Catman, for example); I… Continue reading [posting][review] Black Panther’s Wakanda

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literary critique, nonfiction

[posting] As Kingfishers Catch Fire: A Close Reading

Gerard Manley Hopkins's poetry is stunningly difficult to parse, but when exploring the spaces of and between his words, one cannot help but come to a deep appreciation of the ideals that Hopkins imagined within his poetry. In "As Kingfishers Catch Fire", Hopkins looks at a concept he considered deeply: 'selving'. Using a combination of… Continue reading [posting] As Kingfishers Catch Fire: A Close Reading

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[review] Ghost in the Shell (2017)

Ghost in the Shell (2017) surprised me. It isn't perfect, but it ended up being way better than I thought it would be. A lot of "hard-core" GitS fans were disappointed apparently, but, considering the quality of other film adaptations of anime, they were being unduly harsh. The Plot One of the major complaints about… Continue reading [review] Ghost in the Shell (2017)

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[posting] Theologizing Landscapes: the Rural and the Urban

For the past eight and a half years of my life, I have been living abroad in an Asian city of about nine million people. Upon returning home, I did not experience the usual reverse culture shock, except in regards to the breadth of the Canadian sky. There is something about the Ottawa summer sky… Continue reading [posting] Theologizing Landscapes: the Rural and the Urban

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“This was so. As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Done came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers.”

-Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time. [a journey into animus]