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Playing on a word: Burn



“Did not our hearts burn within us?”
-Luke 24:23 (in the New Testament in the Bible)

“And we’re gonna let it burn, burn, burn.”
-Ellie Goulding 

‘I thought seriously to burn down the house to reach the smell.”
-The narrator in ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’

“My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.”
-John Mayer


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All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.


“All seems infected that the infected spy, 
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.”

-Alexander Pope

(English poet; Father of modern satire)

When your vision is cloudy, it’s near impossible to focus on anything else. It’s hard to be see color when your lenses are stained. When something’s wrong, all seems wrong.
(everything comes back to “The Yellow Wallpaper”)

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Art with a message



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I’m not really into art for art’s sake. You know, the artsy fartsy stuff (think Moulin Rouge). But I’m definitely not feeling the whole blatant political/social agenda thing, either. I like to think of myself as being somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. “Art with a message” is what I’ve heard it called before. I like that.

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The American writer Charlotte Perkins Gilman had a similar philosophy. Her EVER influential piece “The Yellow Wallpaper” certainly made a bold social statement, but not at the expense of exquisite artistic details.

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And speaking of Gilman, my last semester at BYU, I wrote a paper (read it here!) where I argued (with textual evidence to back it up) that the unnamed narrator in TYW goes through a metaphorical death and rebirth through her experiences with the wallpaper. I was ecstatic to have the opportunity to present my paper at a few literary conferences, the most remarkable being a conference that focused exclusively on Gilman herself and her subsequent oeuvre. I was rubbing shoulders with literally the world’s most knowledgeable scholars on the author. A dream come true, I’d say.

ANYWAYS… just wanted to say that I think it’s important to strike a balance.ImageI’m not a politician,

but I’m not an avant garde weirdo, either.

Somewhere in between…

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Death and Rebirth in “The Yellow Wallpaper”

Death and Rebirth in

“The Yellow Wallpaper”

Katherine Wilkinson

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           Few would argue that Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” is a literary masterpiece.  It has generated many discussions since its publication in 1892.  The themes on which most readers and critics have focused their attention concern the destructive effects of women’s subordination at the hands of a dominating, patriarchal society, and more recently, mental illness, specifically postpartum depression and psychosis.  Weir Mitchell, a doctor mentioned in the story, was a real person, who specialized in and was a proponent of the now infamous rest cure, in which women were told to “live as domestic a life as possible” and “never touch a pen, brush, or pencil” again.  The authoress sent a copy of her story, which shows the devastating and tragic effects of the rest cure, to Mitchell, who reportedly changed his methods after he read it.  For its early exploration of the reality of mental illness when psychology was not even in its infant stages, some might even say that “The Yellow Wallpaper” changed the world.    However, Gilman’s story is not merely propaganda concerning pressing social issues, but is also a hallmark piece of art containing numerous literary devices.  In their introduction to the piece in “The Portable American Realism Reader,” James Nagel and Tom Quirk suggest that some of the elements of the story that too often go overlooked include the effects created by the changes in narration, the true meaning of the woman’s perceived images in the wallpaper, and the increasingly evident fragmentation of the narrator’s mind (254-5).  To their list of specific aesthetic elements in the story, I add my own idea of the ever-present theme of the binary idea of life and death.  A close reading of the “The Yellow Wallpaper” reveals that the nameless female narrator figuratively overcomes death and is thus reborn through her experiences with the wallpaper, which evidence that the oft-debated and controversial ending of the story is to be interpreted as a sign of the woman’s victory.


        The narrator has recently given life in having given birth, but through the events since, she herself has begun to metaphorically die.  This is illustrated by her frequent exhaustion, which renders her unable to complete simple tasks: “Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,-to dress and entertain, and order things” (257).   Furthermore, the narrator has to “lie down ever so much” (261).  Following a small family social event (where only a minimum number of guests were invited due to John’s concerns of not overwhelming her), the woman explains that, “Of course I didn’t do a thing… But it tired me all the same” (260).  This illustrates that her exhaustion is not at all caused by too much excitement, but rather by being under stimulated and deprived of opportunity.  She soon after expresses, “I will take a nap I guess” (261).  The narrator’s near-constant sleep is thus a symbolic death of her actions, thoughts, and ultimately, her choice to do anything.    

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                Not only does Gilman provide description of the narrator that is evocative of death, but the wallpaper too has deathlike images.  In one of the numerous descriptions of it, the woman refers to a spot where a certain pattern “lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes,” which strongly implicates the image of a dead figure (258).  She also likens the way that some of the lines suddenly bend and jump to “ commit suicide,” an even more explicit reference to death (257).   Paradoxically, this same wallpaper will be what liberates the narrator and gives her a sense of rebirth and renewal.  The paper represents death; by tearing it away, she is obliterating this sense of death.  There is an interesting connection between the paper on the wall and the paper of the woman’s journal.  As the story is written as a series of journal entries, the woman more than once remarks that “this is dead paper, and such a relief to my mind” (259).  She is giving life to the once dead paper by filling it with her thoughts, just and she is giving life to herself by tearing the dead paper off the wall.


    As the woman begins to become more and more involved with the wallpaper, specifically with ripping off the paper to free what she perceives to be a woman trapped inside, she has a renewal of energy and stimulation and is often compared to an active child.  She remarks that “Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be.  You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch.  I really do eater better” (264).  Even her husband John observes that she is “gaining flesh and color,” and her “appetite is better” (262). The woman also mentions that she doesn’t “sleep much,” as she is too busy tearing off the wallpaper (264).  She also has an awakening of her senses that help her experience the wallpaper more fully. The smell of the wallpaper particularly affects the woman, which she describes as a “peculiar, enduring odor… even a yellow smell” (265).  The woman obviously has a relationship of touch with the wallpaper; as she tears it off, she explains how she gets “yellow smooches on all my clothes” (264).  She evens gnaws the bedpost with her teeth, echoing a sort of childlike action (267).  Another strong example of this is how she begins to frequently creep (or crawl) around the room, which clearly evokes an image of a child.

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    It is interesting that before she begins having her interactions with the wallpaper, the narrator is treated like a child.  Her husband often calls her a “little girl” and has confined her to a room that was once a nursery, or a place for children.  However, it is not until the woman begins a rebirth and starts to act like a child of her own doing that she truly becomes free.

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The narrator recounts how when she was a young girl, she “used to lie awake… and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store” (259).  By likening her actions then to her behavior now as a fully-grown woman, it is clear that she has begun to strongly resemble a child in her behavior.

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When observing the now paperless room, the woman remarks, “How those children did tear about here!” (267).  Having regressed to a fragmented mental state, she does not fully understand that she is one responsible for the bareness of the room, not the children who previously lived in it.  And yet, by including this comment, Gilman again reminds us of the childlike state of the woman herself as she has had a rebirth.

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    When the woman notices that her husband and Jennie are becoming concerned about the wallpaper’s effects on her and will perhaps seek to remove it themselves, she threatens, “No person touches this paper but me- not alive!” (267).  Thus, her rebirth is contingent upon the wallpaper, and she will pursue that rebirth fully, even at the expense of the life of another.  

                Textual evidence supports the idea that the troubled narrator of this story has explicitly contemplated suicide.  When discussing the awful odor of the wallpaper, the woman admits that she has “thought seriously of burning the house-to reach the smell” (263).  Toward the end of the story, she recounts, “getting angry enough to do something desperate.  To jump out the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong to even try” (268).  The woman also reveals that she has “got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find” (268).  Interestingly, it seems that the narrator’s deliberation of literal suicide seems to take place when she has become most alive in her physical and sense-involving experiences with the wallpaper.

over her body!

        The closing scene of “The Yellow Wallpaper” has particular resonance of the notion of the woman being reborn and thus re-empowered.  Upon seeing his wife in her strange state, John faints to the ground.  This can be interpreted to mean a figurative death of him and his domination, especially since his wife literally crawls over him, suggesting that she has become triumphant and independent.  Thus the controlling male power is dead, while the female, albeit a crawling infant figure, has been reborn and fully able to make choices, defy authority, and experience the world around her with her senses.  

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   “The Yellow Wallpaper” is undoubtedly most known for its themes concerning a woman’s lack of agency due to a male-powered society.  Some critics think that the ending of the story is to be read as the woman being victorious over her dominating husband, while other readers interpret it to mean that she has been completely stripped of any agency or dignity, as evident by her regression into such a weakened mental state.  I interpret this story as the former, where the woman gains power over her once-controlling husband.  The way in which this takes place is experiencing the wallpaper through her senses, in which she overcomes the death of sleep, inactivity, and lack of choice, to a life of energy, purpose, excitement, and agency.  The wallpaper, which is dead itself in its rotting state and becomes even more so as it is pulled from the wall, paradoxically gives life to the woman as she rips it away to release her projections of a female prisoner.  

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    The question arises as to what is a big idea that can be gained from this discussion of death and rebirth.  My answer would be this:  The binary theme of life and death is the artistic vehicle through which the deeper themes of mental illness and marital/gender inequality are conveyed.  Some pieces of fiction provide a compelling plot line, but perhaps lack thematic substance, while others speak of pressing issues and controversies, but sometimes at the expense of an enjoyable and interesting story.  “The Yellow Wallpaper” achieves both of these ends, thus proving it more than deserves its place in the American literary cannon.

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*This paper won me an award when I got to present it,

first in Salt Lake City, Utah, and later in Missoula, Montana…



December 1, 2013 · 4:37 am

Everyone’s so busy these days…

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but don’t forget to stop every once in a while

and smell the yellow roses!

By the way, did you know that yellow roses are the cultural official flora for sympathy?  So next time someone breaks my tender heart, just send me a bouquet of rosas amarillas, and I’ll pluck off the petals while reading “The Yellow Wallpaper.” 🙂

this is a fantastic song, but sad too…

lyrical masterpiece

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I just got a Facebook Badge (on the right-hand column)!  Cool!  So add me if ya wanna….

But I won’t BADGEr you ’bout it 🙂


Badge is an interesting word.  It’s one of the words that is not super rare but not super common either.  What does it even mean?  We all kinda know intuitively but it can be hard to pinpoint an exact definition, know what I mean?  And although Ms. Natasha Bedingfield claims we “don’t need a dictionary helping,” I actually did consult one in this case:

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(this is not my fave JM song, but I still appreciate it)

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“This house is safe and warm, but I was made to chase the storm.”

oh my gosh, this lyric TOTEZ reminds me of a speech

that was given at BYU a few years ago!

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Ships are safe in the harbor


by LDS General Authority Claudio Costa


(read here!)

girl you are waaaaaay off topic, get back to the basics

basics christina!

back to Badge, you smart-aleck!

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I read some stuff by Stephen Crane in an American Lit class at BYU.  Interesting.  Lots of violence, if I remember correctly.  Used stylistically and to serve a purpose, but still I strongly dislike the subject.  Just sayin’.

getting off topic again…


Screen shot 2013-10-12 at 4.14.00 PM…this was for a paper I wrote on “The Yellow Wallpaper.”

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Friends:  What do YOU think of the word “badge“?

PS.  Go count all the cool stuff in the post.

Do I stay that too often?


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Attempting to soften a frozen, rock-solid ice cream sandwich in the microwave can lead to DISASTROUS results.


Just sayin’


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James Joyce and Jason Mraz went to Mormon Primary?!

Nopers.  But they do relate.   Let Ms. Wilkinson explain:

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what's phrase?

this video might clear things up a lil’

still don't get it!

In layman’s terms, stream of consciousness refers to a thought process of flowing psychological associations and often incorporates different senses and stimuli other than simply verbal, such as colors (yellow, anyone?).

love this pic!

Stream of consciousness has been described as a loose interior monologue of the writer or narrator’s thoughts.

  thought bubble!


The Modernist writer James Joyce is a well-known name associated with it.  Singer-songwriter Jason Mraz is also a champion of this literary technique and even makes specific mention of it in his oh so awesome song “Wordplay” :

Jason Mraz is a HUGE influence on me, btw.


And James Joyce?  Meh…

ImageOh, and Jimmy not meaning to be rude, but lemme show you someone who can REALLY play that 6 stringed instrument that you hold with such seeming lack of confidence:

crossfire guitar!

(I was wearing a flesh colored shirt under that dress by the way.)

Not really.

Hope my readers enjoyed that brief thrill of my smooth and silky shoulders.

Glad I could spice up your day a little bit.

Thunderbolt of blasphemy.

(time to impress everyone with your mad bookending skillz)

Anyways, girl didn’tcha learn to dress more modestly when you were just a wee lass?


Like in Primary?

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Anderson Cooper


is really quite SOOPER (super, btw)!


I am a fandy

of this guy Andy

He stood up for the Mormon Church

when a certain famous Reverend was being kinda a jerk..

Anderson’s classy, smart, and occasionally witty

And his blue eyes are oh so pretty

Yes I’m aware that he is gay

So don’t think I’m trying to get him to sway

his choice or anything, I just think

with eyes like ours, we should hardly ever blink!


*Click on that above link and watch a great journalist be classy and respectful, but still call someone out who is completely wrong!

*It all comes back to “The Yellow Wallpaper.”

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I have responsibilities…

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but only because I choose to have responsibilities.

I believe in accepting legitimate criticism and also in getting out of my comfort zone, but if anyone ever tries to force or pressure me into anything in a manner or form with which I am not comfortable in any way at all…



figuratively AND literally…

 But as is always the case, I am kind and civil about this.  Ain’t no James Dean, “rebel without a cause” thing going on here.  This is NOT me being selfish or evading (legitimate) responsibility in any way at all.

  I desire to work hard and stretch myself to serve others.

Still though.  The number 1 person on my list is ME!

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and for that I will NEVER apologize…



1) What responsibilities do you choose to have?

2) What is your LINE OF PROPRIETY when it comes to responsibility?

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“I don’t answer to ANYBODY.  And it’s a lovely, LOVELY feeling…”

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~John Mayer

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I don’t know it all (many people assume I do), but there is one thing I DO know very strongly.  And for the safety of your own self-esteem and confidence, you do NOT want to talk with me about.

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Dear readerz,

Look at my title (if you haven’t already).

Figure it out (if you haven’t already).

And now someone alert the media because I’ve just been hit with a thunderbolt of  blasphemy for comparing those 2 men.


And you’re gonna hear me ROAR!

I really, REALLY like this song a lot…

I once read an interpretation of “The Yellow Wallpaper” where the narrator was compared to a lion…

Not even gonna go there…


OH, and FYI, it’s okay if you don’t love/listen to/like his music.  One of my best friends does not…


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“I’m a gerbil on a treadmill, and everyone else has crossed the finish line.”

I used this phrase more than once in the not too recent past to express how I felt I was doing in life (“mixed metaphors” are a tool that Shakespeare often used and Katherine occasionally experiments with).  You know, all the things we’re supposed to accomplish?  Career, marriage, family, not crashing your car, stuff like that.  It seemed like so many people around me were doing all those things, and I was just praying that I didn’t forget to pay my utility bill!  But I’ve since re-examined that phrase.  The thing is, gerbils are really cute, I am one of those rare people who enjoy treadmills and even got one for my 15th birthday, and I actually have crossed a finish line or two.

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Plus, isn’t the joy in the journey anyways?

Read here. 

Oh yeah, and I started a blog that has reached across the globe in less than a week.  One is bigger than zero, ya’ll!  🙂


It’s a beautiful day and not a cloud in sight,

so I guess I’m doing alright!

~Jo Dee Messina

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Especially not literally….

If 2 people are getting to know/courting/dating, whatever you wanna call it, that’s awesome.  But once the kiss comes, whole new game plan.  I mean, I don’t need to have a ring or anything.  But here’s what:

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not literally kiss~

Especially not literally.

“What do kisses mean when robbed of their sacredness?”

LDS President Spencer W. Kimball

Oh, and the following video is for a certain someone who just may have inspired this post.  I am NOT angry, I am NOT vindicative, but I AM super good with the wordplay and just had to do an anonymous shout-out.  I don’t rat anyone out, but friend just COUNT (literally!) how many references I make:

How many did you find (it’s over 10…)?  Oh, the travesty…

“You know I ain’t gonna dis you on the Internet…”



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The Yellow Ipad

I wish the woman in “The Yellow Wallpaper” had an Ipad.  It would have made it easier to hide her writing.  And she probably could have read all about postnatal psychosis and learned what good drugs could have helped her feel better.  Mental illness is real.  But so is help.


core beliefs:  humor, expression, kindness, understanding

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