This is the latest post in a series on assigned readings for one of my classes. The book assigned for next week’s Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric Class is called Distant Publics. Aside from the book we read on Composition Pedagogies, this is the work that I am resonating the most with. The book explores Continue reading

This is my latest post in the series I am doing reflecting on readings from my Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric class. My reading for next week was the first three chapters of Participatory Composition: Video Culture, Writing, and Electracy. While this book is interesting, I have a couple of hesitations. First, what is the Continue reading

This is the fourth post in the the series I am doing discussing readings from my Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric Class. The first two posts (here and here) concerned Kenneth Burke‘s A Rhetoric of Motives. Last week, however, I began discussing A Guide to Composition Pedagogies. In last week’s post, I discussed my fraught relationship to Continue reading

This is my third blog post in my ongoing series reflecting on what I am reading in my Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric Class. The last two blog posts (which you can find here and here) concerned Kenneth Burke’s A Rhetoric of Motives. While very interesting, his work was definitely in the realm of theory. This Continue reading

This is my second post in the series I am doing reflecting on readings from my Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric Class. For this week, we were assigned to finish reading Kenneth Burke’s A Rhetoric of Motives. You can find my first post about mystery in Burke here. In this post, I want to briefly explore one Continue reading

I am taking a course this semester entitled “Foundations of Composition and Rhetoric.” As far as I understand things (and I might not since I missed the first class due to Ellie’s early arrival), this course is an examination of some of the intersections between Composition (the act of writing) and Rhetoric (the art of Continue reading