Wing Trauma Analysis

If I were to tell the truth (which I try to make it a habit to do), I would assert that I spent the last two days considering our class conversation without formulating much in terms of coherent impressions or judgments. Nor did I conclude what idea to pluck from my notebook and my mind to address here. I’m torn between Peter’s statement that “trauma is the ineffable,” that “it is not reliable” and Naomi’s insight that we—all of us—make choice in life and in so doing, close doors on other opportunities. Perhaps the two are connected in some way, and I hope to do this in this construction. When considering the idea of trauma as “emotional shock following a stressful event […] which may lead to long-term neurosis” (OED) as something too acute to be conveyed in words, I recall experiences where the intensity of my emotions made it impossible for me to verbalize [in words] the experience, even though the breath, grunt, or roar of feeling emitted deeply and honestly. This is a true experience, I think, true for Wing and for Georgiana, and true for me as well. Wing’s trauma remains unvocalized because of how deeply the experience digs inside of him, yet his hands are the tools to communicate. Unfortunately, they have proven to be unreliable despite their ability to communicate deep knowledge—these

Is Willa Cather’s despondent image of marriage the one women are destined to enact? For me, touching the creative spirit in me gets more difficult as I immerse myself in my work. I have room for my imagination to soar (not sour) in my marriage, but teaching is unforgiving to imagination. I do not often regret the way the teaching profession clips my wings (pun intended, I’m afraid), but it does nonetheless. I miss the unbridled ineffable imagination of my youth and young adulthood. I imagine the same is true of Wings and especially Georgiana. I envision these characters as