week 30--April 4- 8, 2016

Objectives:
Modernism
stream of consciousness
Bloomsbury
early 20th century feminism
"A Room of One's Own" “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

Monday
Woolf quote of the day: 
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”

read aloud "Stanford Admissions Shocker"  and discuss elements of satire and argument
mini-lecture on Virginia Woolf
explore Mrs. Dalloway Mapping Project
read Mrs. Dalloway together
HW)  read Dalloway up to p 41
wander your home, then write a 1-2 page stream of consciousness story

Wednesday
Woolf quote of the day: “Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.”

• paired work on characters, stream of consciousness triggers, and timelines
• shared work on student stream of consciousness writing 
• reader theater tag:  each student reads until a transition in the stream of consciousness

HW)  read Dalloway up to p. 61
wander your neighborhood, then write a 1-2 page stream of consciousness story

Friday

Woolf quote of the day:
 “...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”

• paired work on characters, stream of consciousness triggers, and timelines
• shared work on student stream of consciousness writing 
• reader theater tag:  each student reads until a transition in the stream of consciousness

HW) read Dalloway up to p. 81
wander  a natural setting near your home such as the beach or Flax Pond or the woods where the turkeys live behind your house, then write a 1-2 page stream of consciousness story

The Shakespeare's Sister manifesto:
“I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee’s life of the poet. She died young—alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the cross–roads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here to–night, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh. This opportunity, as I think, it is now coming within your power to give her. For my belief is that if we live another century or so—I am talking of the common life which is the real life and not of the little separate lives which we live as individuals—and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think; if we escape a little from the common sitting–room and see human beings not always in their relation to each other but in relation to reality; and the sky. too, and the trees or whatever it may be in themselves; if we look past Milton’s bogey, for no human being should shut out the view; if we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women, then the opportunity will come and the dead poet who was Shakespeare’s sister will put on the body which she has so often laid down. Drawing her life from the lives of the unknown who were her forerunners, as her brother did before her, she will be born. As for her coming without that preparation, without that effort on our part, without that determination that when she is born again she shall find it possible to live and write her poetry, that we cannot expect, for that would he impossible. But I maintain that she would come if we worked for her, and that so to work, even in poverty and obscurity, is worth while.”