Sara T. Hinson has an interesting article on "Freedom and Firefly" in Brainwash, touching on some of the issues my class discussed when we watched Firefly in relation to Frederick Jackson Turner's "frontier thesis."
I have two texts running around in my brain, one from a song and one from a poem. They have more than a little in common, so I'll let them serve as my quotes for the day.
It's a simple song for simple feeling.
You see the moon and watch it rise.
Across the continent the night bird sings
And somewhere someone hears its cry.
Keep your head down.
If you do they'll never know.
You'll have no answers to their questions
And they will have to let you go.
They'll take away by right what's yours,
And make you martyrs of your own cause
When they don't know what cause it's for.
And all deserted
They'll love you when you're all alone.
But you find a red rose in the morning light,
You wait the night and find it gone.
So hear my words with faith and passion,
For what I say to you is true.
And when you find the one you might become,
Remember part of me is you.
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view