What is America one encounters and studies in a postmodern age? Is it a discourse? A bounded collective identity or a set of manifold, changing, and contingent identities? A fiction? An idea? A history? A place? If place has its say, are we talking about a nation, or several nations within a nation? And who are ‘Americans’? What do they share in common, what is their ‘American-ness’?

Monday, September 17, 2007

AMERICAN HORSE Assignments (5)

STEP Five

If you had your saying in it, what would be the last sentence of this story? Why?

Post your findings.

Also, keep a record in your notebook of all the five steps for further class discussion.

16 Comments:

Blogger belag said...

hopeful

12:21 PM

 
Blogger belag said...

a bit too romantic, don't you think?

3:25 PM

 
Blogger belag said...

neat

10:40 AM

 
Blogger \ said...

Albertine loved Buddy but let him go too.

11:37 PM

 
Blogger belag said...

ok

8:04 PM

 
Blogger Gabe said...

"Albertine felt the pain of Buddy being taken away but she always knew this day would come, and it had."

1:32 PM

 
Blogger B.J.A.N.K.A said...

'Inside...Albertine and Buddy were screaming and both felt each other's pain connect...neither of them wanted to let go.'

7:58 PM

 
Blogger Jack said...

Buddy felt the taste of blood - his blood, his family's blood - and a second later it disappeared, leaving only the sweetness of chocolate, and the thought that maybe his long hidings had finished and that he could once again lead a normal life with someone who loved him, and start again.

3:31 PM

 
Blogger gavril_31 said...

The taste of the blood is the only thing left that connects and will remind Buddy of his mother, Albertine American Horse.

6:50 PM

 
Blogger CyrilusLyncestinus said...

Everybody was astounded by the power of the yell - as if ten generations were screaming out of this little object. And there truly were...

12:19 PM

 
Blogger Smith said...

"Vicki Koob looked out the window and saw all the animals lift up their heads, howling to the moon that wasn't there - a final act of resistance."
While I don't believe that humans and animals have any mystical link, I believe that there are certain things about cultures that no one can squelch, no matter how hard a dominating society tries too.

1:52 PM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

As the car was dissapearing in the distance, Albertine felt the motion of her blood. She thought of the life as the end of the begining, in which she belonged to the end, and Buddy to the begining...

6:11 PM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

He was thinking of every moment spent with his mother...The tears started running trough his face...

6:58 PM

 
Blogger Dragan-Stip said...

As Buddy took off, hopes of everlasting freedom filled his mind. Would he ever be the butterly that flew off on its own, or the wild horses that lived freely? That question, he only tasted through the chocolate Vicki Koob had given him along with the blood and tears of his mother and himself...

9:49 PM

 
Blogger nderim said...

My last senteces of this story would be like: Albertine was on the groud facing the sky and she could see the sun. Her body was sweating but her heart was freezing.

11:22 PM

 
Blogger Stefi said...

“Inside, Buddy was torn between two feelings, one was sadness and the other was happiness. He was sad because he knew that he will never see his mother again. He was happy because he knew that he will never see his drunk mother again and maybe he will have a nice home. But he decided to keep his second feeling just for himself. Because he knew that that will look more normal”.

12:39 AM

 

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