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A Clean, Welll Lighted Responce

“A Clean, Well Lighted Place” (Short story) and the Screen adaption both have some excellent symbolism.  It compares light and dark, experience and inexperience in many different ways. But even though  they both have the same characters, the symbolism is much different in the Film. There are other differences too but the Symbolism is the biggest.

A few symbols are alike in these two examples of media, they are probably seen as the most important to an untrained eye but they forgot one important thing, which we will come to later. For example, The Café, a Clean Well Lighted Place (hence the name of the story). It is a happy place to meet people and drink peacefully. It was a great thing to add to the Film mostly because it makes the story makes sense. Moreover, the most important symbols are the people; the people are important because they mean many things. The young waiter; a symbol of naivety, selfishness and what Hemmingway was himself when he was young. The Older waiter; a symbol of experience, selflessness, and what Hemmingway was when he wrote this. and finally the Old man; a symbol  of depression, money, experience, loneliness  and  what Hemmingway actually was when Hemmingway killed himself.

There were only 2 ‘Symbolarities’ so there were quite a few differences. In addition, as I said before 1 huge one. The huge one was, that in the story the old man was sitting in the shadows which symbolizes that he is between  light and dark and that he really isn’t alive or dead.  Another difference while not exactly  symbolic was that the time in the film was more modern than the story  I noticed there were flat-Screen TVs  and security cameras]

Even though the story was shorter than the Film I personally think that  the short story had more symbolism which is why I chose to write on symbolism… Because I like symbolism!

Last minute Responce

“A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” is a great example of some people’s naivety and some people’s depression. There was an elderly man who tried to commit suicide so the Waiters asked naively, “why did he kill himself he has plenty of money, he must be happy? I never did occur to them that maybe his wife’s death had left him more than just a drunk, depressed perhaps. I speak from experience, I was quite sad after my friend died.  They also don't think he should be depressed after  they think he'd be better off with a wife.

Boston Strong

TOO DAMN LATE (BOSTON STRONG)

Evilness lurks, in the darkness

 It does not show itself,

Until it’s too damn late,

Its parasitic tendrils cause anger,

False anger,

Where it lurks until it’s too damn late,

The host concocts, a devilish scheme,

Whilst we sit unknowing,

Until it’s too damn late,

We chase it, trying to exploit it,

When it runs, it cannot hide,

Because it is TOO DAMN LATE!

YOU CANT ESCAPE

Devilish acts sit unsparing

While we sit un-awaring

Of the act that is about to strike

Some will have to say ‘good night’

So may this be message to you

Evil we will have to eschew you

Remember you will be caught

You can’t forget what we fought

Line

"Why, You got a guilty conscience about something." Page 27 , captain to Guy

This is meaningful because it shows that Guy is guilty of keeping books and the Captain knows it. it also shows a sign of rebellion.  I think Guy s going to get caught

Concert Evaluation

This  Wednesday, March 6, I attended a Concert in the Pewaukee High School Auditorium. I, frankly, think it was the most beautiful performance I had ever heard from these 3 bands They acted professionally and their overall quality was off the charts. But I noticed there were a few flaws. But I Particularly loved a few songs.

            I never had before seen people of this age act so professional. And also look the part. Many of the Trumpets had their bells up in the air. Also many of the flutes had their flutes up and their backs straight. I Indeed  noticed  the diversity of the kind of music  which made their performance sound much better that their previous Winter concert. I especially liked the transitions from Stage to Seat  I liked  all 3 of the band’s professional foot tapping too. I could also see plainly who tried and who didn't.

            I’d have to say that even better than the  professionalism was the Music. I recognized many of the songs as hard songs That high Schoolers  play.  Many of the songs were unfamiliar to me but two of them stuck out and I liked how their dynamic, intonation, balance were Proficient. They were “the Music From Carmen,” and “25 or 6 to 4,” Some of the trumpets even pierced some of the high notes perfectly. I had favourite aspects from all 3 of the Bands.  During the Jazz Band portion I liked how the band Jazzed the Rock music, which I loved. One of my favourite songs was “The Great Locomotive Chase,” which Bested the 8^th Grade with great blend, Balance, and best of all  Dynamics. The song also painted a great picture in my mind. Another favourite was “Abandoned Treasure Hunt,” which bested the 7^th grade in, lend, balance and articulation but defiantly not Dynamics. The dynamics were too loud  in the soft places. My final favorite was “25 or 6 to 4,” a great Chicago song full of great dynamics and I liked the jazziness of that whole piece.

Hopefully, I will get to hear the 7^th/8^th grade bands perform again because their concert rocked. I plan to see them again. it wasn’t perfect, All 3 of the bands could work on their dynamics more and probably posture, but it sounded nice anyways. Remember! Posture+ practice= Mastery.

The Abyss (with Figurative language Labeling)

The Abyss

The seas so blue with azure tints

The sky as red as the sun

They came-- the agents of destruction

To end our reign of none

They took  our mothers our fathers our sons

I wonder…. will they take me--

Into the black abyss

My fright of them, great

My friends, gone

I try to fend them off

So I won’t fall into that black abyss

My people’s innocence matters less to the agents

They  try to fight--

They try to hide--

From the black abyss

I am left alone in my land

Everyone gone ‘cept me

I trip and scrape my knee and they attack

Trying to grab me into that black abyss

I lay there

Too weak to move

Too weak to fight

 I give up

To the black abyss

I awake to my family standing around me

That wasn't real--

It was a nightmare--

But what is the black abyss

I ponder it for many years

Doing test after test

Finally, after many years of fear

Of the black abyss

On a midsummer evening

My beard long and white

I found out

By slipping into the black Abyss                        

This, I think, is a great example of lots of figurative language. It has many Similes such as, “The sky as red as the sun.” the job of a Simile is to compare two things with like, or as. This fabulous poem also has examples of metaphors, like, “The Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss is what this guy had been going toward all this life, which is, Death. ‘The Black Abyss; also has human traits (personification)  making it able to travel and making it look like an unstoppable army (which it is).  It also had a lot of rhythm making it sound like a old Fashioned lay.  I didn't Spot any other Figurative language.

344 years of Fear

Dear, Mr. Governor,

Being a wolf is hard, harder than being a human I dare say.  We need food and we need lots of it to satisfy a whole pack.  Now, we thank you, because your People have successfully  made it even harder. Your people  have built  paths of asphalt that bring death to my people and our food. Now when we attack unprotected live stock in a field what do you do?

You hunt us, a only recently  non-endangered species! Why?Why do you treat us so!  It wasn’t always like this. We were living peacefully, our only foes other wolves or Native Americans (who hunted us fairly)  until you Americans came in 1630 with your sticks of death until we were added to the endangered species list in1974 . just think: 344 years of Taxidermy. 344 years of you killing our fathers, mothers, sons, daughters , partners and friends. 344 years of fear.  now  you take us off the endangered list to kill us and hunt us because there are ‘too much’ of us. Come on man.  You see ,just last week my mate, Vilna, was trapped in a trap and by the time she escaped she had lost  too much blood. She died the next day.

I was almost killed by a hunter, who killed my friend  and  then picked him up and threw him into a pile of dead wolves in his ominous 4 wheeled machine. He turned on me with his fire stick, a beast of hate and uncaring, and tripped  shooting his foot.  The  evil beast got into his $ wheeled machine and drove away he was the spark that ignited our anger.

Us wolves beg you to change your ways.  Your reputation is stained by the blood of our fallen leaders.  Now I have one last question… why do you treat us like animals!

Blood Fever

The Young James Bond book, Blood Fever, is about the adventure of young James Bond and because so much is happening and there are two storylines. I believe the author picked 3^rd person limited so that the reader could fully visualize the 2 story lines  while  foreshadowing and   making the reader make predictions easily without knowing too much and luring them into the metaphorical spiders web of a story.

 I believe this is true because when James was exploring in the Giants tombs the narrator told how James was feeling and what he thought whilst he didn’t say: “Little did James know that the dehydration was just about to take over,” That would have made the story 3^rd person omniscient or:

Cooper ffrench called out my name, and the sound seemed to pop and spin in to space with the noise like a firework.

I tipped foreword feeling the dehydration take over

And I was falling, down, down, down into that black abyss

 which would make it 1st person.

No, the narrator said:

 Cooper-ffrench called out his name, and the sound seemed to pop and spin into space with the noise like a firework.

 James tipped foreword.

And he was falling, down, down, down into that black abyss …

I also believe that 3^rd person limited is  good for this story because  it makes the reader(or just me) see this story like I’m there but I’m not there and that is a good feeling.

Comparison

They’re both teens, they were both normal, they are both spies.

                Who are they?… are they:

Alex Rider….yes?

Bond…. Young James bond?... Yes?

You may not believe this but they are both extremely alike. Like father and son.

You see they’re both from books. Not impressed, how about if they were both from England. Yes, England for some reason all great spies come from England… I wonder why.  Also they both have brownish hair which is a pretty common hair color all across the world. Well  both of their stories start off in school. For Alex he starts off in a pretty normal  school  and James… James starts off in a school for rich kids. The saddest part of their similarities is that their parents are dead.

Other than the state of their schools they also have some differences. Most importantly alex rider lives in the 1990’s and James lives in the 1920’s. also during their missions James doesn’t  have any special tools and Alex… Alex gets metal melting zit cream….. just to show my point James is 15 and he is a master driver and Alex is 13  and he bikes a lot. Also  in one of his adventures James is tortured horribly, Alex was never tortured.

As you can plainly see Alex and James are so alike but so different it’s like someone wanted James to be like Alex or vise versa…

Biscuits and Quarks

“Why….Why are you showing me this? I can’t see anything! If this is another scheme to pay me in biscuits… you’re out!” I howled angrily.

“ Aren’t they cute”.  Pan, the crazy kid savant, whispered happily holding out his hand. I had recently  used up all may patience at collage having to sit through a slow seminar on physics, why was he  annoying me now. Why couldn’t he just pay me his overdue rent and go kill little children like crazy people like him do all the time.  

I should be nice to him, a quite smart kid with issues. But no, I was annoyed and had to spit it all out at him.

“what!” I asked ferociously, “Are you talking about”

“My pets” he answered

“What” my voice dripping malice, “ are they.”

“Quarks,” he answered.

“ So Your imaginary friends,”… more malice

“ They tell me they are”  he said. I ran outside and screamed for a minute, why me… why, out of all the people in the world my tenant was this guy.  I, ”had to wait a year before kicking him out”(Article One, Section 3, of the Agreement*)

When I calmed down I walked in, turned around  and saw him holding his hand out manically, I… I just kept turning. I decided that my house wasn’t the best place for me to be.

“They like you too” the last thing I heard from him.

I walked to the park, I needed the peaceful serenity of the Durino Wicker Park.

I sat down and looked up Quarks on my tablet, the first thing that popped up was:

An elementary particle with an electric charge equal to one-third or two-thirds that of the electron. Quarks are believed to be the constituents of baryons and mesons. (Encarta Dictionary)

“No wonder I couldn’t see them,” I laughed,” they were microscopic!” then I wondered why did ne call him his friends…. Oh, I forgot he is skitsofrenic.

I sat there reading, several police cars and ambulances. I played no attention I lived in a big city.  I looked up Google news “Oscar Pistorius charged With Murder,” “Christopher Doner Believed dead.” All news that I had heard before.  Then I went to the local news, “Schizophrenic Man Dead” stared at me ominously. I clicked on it panicked:

A 20 year old schizophrenic man was found dead in his duplex,  a knife in his back. We suspect foul play. Pan Lawrney was a tenant of Jake Benger’s  house for 3 months and “was always giving Jake a hard time” says his neighbor, Bob Sernen,  “maybe he had had enough and killed him.” Witnesses say that they saw Jake screaming minutes before he was killed. They also say after he screamed he went in and came out . Jake is the number 1 prime suspect for this case. Police are dusting the scene for more information. 

I jumped up I had to tell them that I was not guilty. I ran home and saw police crowding the scene I walked up to the head officer and tapped him on the back he flinched grabbing his taster and pointing it at me. “Whoa,” I yelled, “I didn’t kill him I swear.”  Suddenly, he  handcuffed me and pushed me into the back seat of a police car.

When we got to the police station I was dragged out and taken to a room with a bright light and white walls. The officer walked in and sat on the opposite side of a table, hooked up a lie detector and asked me my name

“Jake”

Suddenly the world shook violently and ended

Poems

Poems

My childhood Recollections,

 prominent in clarity but not in sincerity.

their fields covered in Imperfections,

Of  Unfamiliarity.

All clouds in the sky,

And Things on earth,

Are here to pass time by,

In dreams of Perth.

Why?

The dreams Worth.

The cloud,

Of summer

Forever endowed

In Midsummer

My life so bright

My worth so great

Was, in the fight

Used as bait

 To finally kill the knight

Of hate

The fog as thick,

As my favorite stew

The road slick,

But much to Rue 

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