I’d like to lead with part of a meta, humorous verse I came across earlier today, in the 147th Juan Gelman poem I have done my best to analyze:
After a belated meeting with my advisor, I feel a greater sense of purpose than before. After a belated meeting with my advisor, I feel more intimidated than before. Most of what I have been doing has been gathering background information about the geopolitical and cultural history of Argentina, and doing close-readings of poems by my poet Juan Gelman. What I haven’t been doing is figuring out who I am trying to analyze and dissect poetry for (besides myself, my advisor, family and friends, and faceless visitors to the poster presentations we will eventually give), and exactly how to frame Gelman’s fascinating discussion of life and death, identity, personal and national memory and more, all in the context of the troubled and sometimes horrific history he lived through.
Well, this has been my second week of research. The first week was a little rough, because I had to go through a realization: even though every time people had asked me about my research project I had given a relatively simple and straightforward answer, my actual project is neither simple nor especially straightforward. It’s still a challenge but I feel like I’ve started to make some progress.