Journal 10

  In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Hurston shows how men use physical and verbal abuse against the protagonist to assert their dominance.

"Aw you know Ah'm gwine chop de wood fuh yuh. Even if you as stingy as you can be wid me. Yo' Grandma and me myself done spoilt yuh now, and Ah reckon Ah have tuh keep on wid it." (26)

"Thank yuh fuh yo' compliments, but mah wife don't know nothin' 'bout no speech-makin'. Ah never married her for nothin' lak dat. She's uh woman and her place is in de home." (43)

"Don't aim tuh tell yuh! Ah aims tuh keep yuh in de dark all de time. If you'se smart lak you let on you is, you kin find out."

"If you'd git yo' mind out de streets and keep it on yo' business maybe you could git somethin' straight sometimes." (70)

"Dat's 'cause you need tellin'," he rejoined hotly. "It would be pitiful if Ah didn't. Somebody got to think for women and chillun and chickens and cows. I god, they sho don't think none theirselves." (71)

"Aw naw they don't. They just think they's thinkin'. When Ah see one thing Ah understands ten. You see ten things and don't understand one." (71)

" I god almighty! A woman stay round uh store still she got old as Methusalem and still can't cut a little thing like a plug of tobacco! Don't stand dere rollin' yo' pop eyes at wid yo' rump hangin' neraly to yo' knees!" (78)

Before the week was over he had whipped Janie. Not because her behavior justified his jealousy, but it relieved him in possession. No brutal beating at all. He just slapped her around a bit to show he was boss. (145)

journal 9

  Screams rang throughout the house, the pounding of foot steps echoed against the wall, and cries for help were muted by the air. Mary tried to run around the house, avoiding the consequences of her actions and trying to make everything all right. Expensive china flew beside her and barely missed shattering against her head. "I am zick and zired of you nou lisening to me and sass talking me zack every time I zalk to you. Do you znot realize what I have to do zor you, to give zou everything that zou need?" Mark screamed while flipping the coffee table against the wall. "Mary come zere znow, stop zunning away and growz a pair." Mary stopped in her tracks, tears streaming down from her eyes and her make up smeared everywhere. Turning around she says, "Mark I am zone with all zhe crap that you zave given me for the last 5 years, if you zan't handle me leaving zou that's not my problem it's zours." Boiling with anger Mark starts walking towards Mary. Backing up slowly Mary tries to reach for the knife on the kitchen counter, "Mark zou think that by hitting a woman zou can be all zhigh and mighty zhuh? Well guess what, zou're wrong."Mark screams and runs towards Mary with his fist held high, Mary lashed out with her knife and stabs Mark in the chest. Shocked, Mark looks down in awe not able to comprehend on the even that just occurred. Surprised herself Mary looks at Mark with bulging eyes, tears streaming down her face, and collapses on the floor. "Zoh my god Mark... Zi'm..." Words couldn't form from Mary's mouth, Mark fell to the ground next to Mary weeping and sobbing and regretting what she had done.

Theme: physical abuse from the male to show dominance over the female figure.
I used tone I believe at the beginning of the pastiche where I explained what was going on in the scene. I used some dialect to let the characters explain on what they are going through, just like Hurston to show some life and explain the character a bit. I used setting to explain where and what was going on. Just like Hurston she gives a setting to tell what and where the story is happening.

journal 8

"Janie wanted to ask Hezekiah about Tea Cake, but she was afraid he might misunderstand her and thing she was interested. In the first place he looked to young for her. Must be around twenty-five and here she was around forty. Then again he didn't look like he had too much. Maybe he was hanging around to get in with her and strip her of all that she had. Just as well if she never saw him again. He was probably the kind of man who lived with various women but never married. Fact is, she decided to treat him so cold if he ever did foot the place that he'd be sure not to come hanging around there again."
Looks like Hurston is using simple sentences, showing Janie's inner thoughts on what she wants to say. This technique shows how she wants to get to know more about Tea Cake. Possibilities on what kind of person he could be and some crush she has on him? A clear idea on what is going on.

"So he didn't come that night and she laid in bed and pretended to think scornfully of him.  'Bet he's hangin' round some jook or 'nother.  Glad Ah treated him cold.  Whut do Ah want wid some trashy nigger out de streets?  Bet he's livin' wid some woman or 'nother and takin' me for uh fool.  Glad Ah caught myself in time.'  She tried to console herself that way."
Hurston uses apostrophe, insight on thinking? Janie is talking to herself and we as the readers can see what she is thinking. This allows a better connection with the reader and the character with the story.

"Tea Cake and Janie gone hunting.  Tea Cake and Janie gone fishing.  Tea Cake and Janie gone to Orlando to the movies.  Tea Cake and Janie gone to a dance.  Tea Cake making flower beds in Janie's yard and seeding the garden for her.  Chopping down that tree she never did like by the dining room window.  all those signs of possession.  Tea Cake in a borrowed car teaching Janie to drive.  Tea Cake and Janie playing checkers; playing coon-can; playing Florida flip on the store porch all afternoon as if nobody else was there.  Day after day and week after week."
Hurston uses short sentences here in this passage. By using short sentences it gives detail on both Tea Cake and Janie. It gives a some what clear view on what they are doing together and how they are spending their time together?

Journal 7 (...This sounded better in my head)

Then Edgar began to think about Life. Life, that mysterious spirit which holds an endless amount of surprises living up North. The unsuspected one who lives up all high and mighty like a skyscraper. Who says that Life has limits to it? He stands in his high house that looks over the world. Standing tall and mighty waiting to manipulate those around him and ready to change any course of action. Standing there watching over before there use to be a before and after. He had seen the leaves all scattered across the yard. He was excited and intrigued too. Oh Edgar! He ought not to have to deal with this himself. He send Sally to come play, but Edgar said No. No one could understand something as complex as this. He'll be alright as soon as this passes over. He wasn't going to pass out like he thought he would. He wasn't going to do anything like that at all. Well that was what he thought. Sally told him different, so he knew. If she hadn't, he would soon figure it out, people were going to see all the leaves scattered everything. Those who would never step forward, came through and played around. Laying down and waiting. Seeing that death loomed over their heads, and at any moment it would strike.

"Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the West. The great one who lived in the straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. What need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come. Been standing there before there was a where or a when or a then. She was liable to find a feather from his wings lying in her yard any day now. She was sad and afraid too. Poor Jody! He ought not to have to wrassle in there by himself. She sent Sam in to suggest a visit, but Jody said No. These medical doctors wuz all right with the Godly sick, but they didn't know a thing about a case like his. He'd be all right just as soon as the two-headed man found what had been buried against him. He wasn't going to die at all. That was what he thought. But Sam told her different, so she knew. And then if he hadn't, the next morning she was bound to know, for people began to gather in the big yard under the palm and china-berry trees. People who would not have dared to foot the place before crept in and did not come to the house. Just squatted under the trees and waited. Rumor, the wingless bird, had shadowed over the town."

~ Death is perceived as a bird (a crow possibly) or probably a god who is able to go anywhere and everywhere with no protection needed. It watches over waiting to strike and take those who are about to die. Death has no boundaries so nothing is able to leave his sight of judgment.

~Jody is the only one stated "that said", to remind the reader maybe that she is the one telling the story.

There is the capitalization on No to emphasize emotion portrayed from Jody

~Uses dialect of "wuz" to show that this passage is mostly narration?

~Personifies death as maybe a character creating a erie feeling in the passage?

~trees is used again in this passage to maybe symbolize how it is used as protection to hide oneself from death approaching?

Journal 5

In There Eyes Were Watching God,  Zora Neale Hurston uses the plot of telling the story from ending to finish to show how personal development is gained through oneself.

Journal 4

Pattern #1
Trees: I've noticed that trees have been a reoccurring pattern. They could symbolize like a superior power that is watching over them or it could be a sign of protection or a sign of how Janie could be branching out.

Pattern #2
Sun: Sun is also a reoccurring pattern I noticed. The sun could represent a higher power that is watching over her like God. Something that just hangs over her like a superior power, having dominance over her.

Pattern #3
Flock of birds (ravens): Something I noticed, a flock of birds. Not sure if it's something that is actually reoccurring. It could stand for the town people? Something about a group of people riot or what not?

Journal 3

 Part 1
William "Count" Basie

 William Basie was an award winning jazz pianist and composer. He won up to four Grammy Hall of Fame Awards and formed the famous band Count Basie Orchestra. He helped bring a few stars into the spotlight and was an actor in a few movies such as Sugar Chile Robinson and Billie Holiday. William Basie was an important jazz band leader of his time.

Part 2
Asian Dialect

Pronunciation:
~er---> ah
~ i ----> y
~the ---> da

Words:
~ incorrect spelling
~present tense use of words
~not specific

Grammar:
~ fragment/choppy sentences
~stuttering
~dropping letters and adding random letters in its place

Part 3
William Basie and Miss Swan...

One day William Basie invited Miss Swan to take a walk on the beach, "why don’t we go to the beach and take a stroll?" With a delighted look in her eyes Miss Swan replies, "AYE we go to beach and walk."
After awhile William suggest that they grab a bite to eat, "How about after we grab a bite to eat?" With a dissatisfied look her eyes Miss Swan says, "Go eat now, I don’t care you hungry or not we go eat ."
Grabbing a quick bite of ice cream and pretzels William and Miss Swan head back on to the beach and start walking together. "You enjoying our time together?" William asks, " I like when we spend da time togethahhh" Miss Swan replies happily.
Seeing the pier up ahead William asks, "How about we go to the pier and ride the roller coaster?" Ecstatic Miss Swan jumps for joy and says, "Go pier now and go on da rollah cohster."
After riding multiple times on the roller coaster William asks if Miss Swan would like to play a carnival game, "Oh look lets play that game and win a stuffed animal." Being all proud Miss Swan says, "I play, you watch, I get you stuff animal."
As the day was ending William decides its time to take Miss Swan home. "Time to take you home now," William says. Exhausted Miss Swan agrees, "We go home now i go take nap."
Being a gentleman William walks Miss Swan to her front door and bids her a farewell, "I hope you enjoyed this wonderful time we had together cause I know I did." Satisfied with her day Miss Swan replies, "When we spend da time together my heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM ... I like you."

THE END

Journal 2

"She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree form root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid"


~how is a bee getting nectar related to getting married?
~metaphoric with nature and marriage?
~very descriptive in the first sentence, not too vague like the first paragraph in chapter 1
~bee, flower, and tree as symbol of matrimony?
~why so descriptive of the bee going into the flower?
~some foreshadowing of weddings?
~Janie isn't referred till the last sentence
~relaxed, calm writing
~some passion?
~lots of "B" words: bee, breeze, bearing, bloom. ect
~paragraph shows Janie innocence?
~bees could be a symbol of people
~strong emotions shown throughout paragraph
~tree could show Janie branching out
~who summoned her to behold the revelation?

Journal 1

  If I could tell my life story to someone, I would tell it to someone who I was close to personally but they in general don't me on a personal level... if that makes sense? The only reason I would tell them though is, I believe that they can handle on what I've been through and can see that there is more then meets the eye for to me. To tell my story I would start from the very beginning, unlike Zora Neale who starts it from the end, and work my way to what I am today. I would go through each life event that has happened to me, describe what I have been through in my life and how it has effected me to become the person I am. I start from the beginning because, for me I can never start a story from the end and work backwards to the very beginning. Where would my end be anyway? My story begins as me being a teenager in high school as a junior... that doesn't really work out for me. My life is still not complete to start off with a story from the end. Maybe when I'm old and have grand kids, that's when I'll start off my life story from the end and work my way to the beginning. Very repetitive answer but like I said I would tell my story to someone who I was close to on a personal level but they in general don't know me on a personal level. I would start form the very beginning and work my way up to the end instead of the opposite where I start from the end and work my way backwards to the beginning.