Tuesday, November 18, 2014
The twist - A Culminating Experience
Objectifying: Subconscious or Nah?
Objectification of women in short stories
A Middle Finger and a Smile
Gabriel Garcia Marquez's use of magical realism within the story of "An Old with enormous wings" is to explain humans natural tendency to be more accepting with what's normal although something different can be just as interesting and engaging. Marquez is able to convey this issue through the use of a foreign old angel who is not declared miracle by a catholic priest due to the Angels inhibility to speed Latin. The Catholic Church “spent their time finding out in the prisoner had a navel, if his dialect had any connection with Aramaic, how many times he could fit on the head of a pin, or whether he wasn't just a Norwegian with wings”(Garcia Marquez 4).This demonstrates the Marquezes feelings towards the writing community and how the community refuses to accept foreign texts as classics. Through Marquez's short story the reader can begin to understand larger issues in human nature
Gabriel Garcia Marquez effectively uses magical realism in his stories, and although the stories may seem like harmless tales, they manage to convey the author's take on bigger issues. Magical realism is used by Garcia Marquez as a sort of code- where the author can write in fiction, and yet still write meaningful commentary on society
Don't Get Your Hopes Up
Social Issues in Short Stories
Originality is the Key to Success
All of the world's most accomplished authors have their own unique writing style, and at the same time have been able to revolutionize the writing community, the most prominent being: James Joyce's "Araby", Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl", and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings". Time and time again, these authors are able to use their unique writing styles to have their readers ponder these contemporary issues.
Joyce is able to employ his childish side in his writing, but at the same time also put in "enigmas and puzzles" (James Joyce). He also was known for using writing tools such as: imagery, realism, epiphanies, and stream-of-consciousness to engage his readers in his stories and create a vivid image in their minds as well as a new perspective on the reality of life. He hits the reader with a sense of realism, and at the same time creates a dirty image in his or her mind all in a couple of sentences.
Jamaica Kincaid utilizes her writing in order to convey her feministic views. Throughout "Girl", Kincaid writes from a maternal perspective, almost dictating what appears to be her daughter. Stylistically, the motherly figure in the story gives life advice to this daughter-like figure showing her how to do things such sewing, growing okra, and how to catch fish. Specifically, when Kincaid says, "This is how to bully a man; This is how a man bullies you" (Kincaid 53), she uses her writing style to convey female equality and empowerment. Overall, Kincaid conveys her own personal views through her stylistic writing.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez uses a technique called magical realism to emphasize people's treatment of what is foreign, or different. Magical realism is an art in which myth and fantasy mix with reality to blur differences between reality and fantasy. The old man is exploited by the townspeople, and treated as an oddity, while his identity is questioned because of his confusing and difficult to understand story. On the other hand, the spider woman has a clear story and moral, therefore no one questions her identity. Therefore, Garcia Marquez is emphasizing that in reality, people tend to accept a simpler explanation, rather than a complex but perhaps more truthful explanation. Therefore, Garcia Marquez uses this fantastical example to make his readers think about their treatment of others.
Many authors have been successful because they have unique and interesting writing styles. Authors such as James Joyce, Jamacia Kincaid, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez have used their respective writing styles, such as imagery and humor, magical realism, and using the entire story to convey her idea throughout.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Bitter Breath
The Room
Monday, November 10, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Mr Rainbow
The Flu
A World Unknown
Warm
Taking Flight in the Night Sky
Knowing What You Know
Round like the sun, but black like the night, it stares back at me. I know such an entity is rare in these times, but it does not know. It seems to know very little, it could know anything. That is its purpose, to know a specific something. It seemed, or rather, it seems impossible, yet, here it is. I think it’s a wonder, a marvel. But the reality is that time has rendered it obsolete. But the beauty of obsolescence is that, doing what I do, it can be ignored. I can use the knowledge trapped in the blackness.
Like everything, this thing has a purpose, a goal to achieve, a message to send, an operation to achieve, a song to sing. It does so in a roundabout, but pure way. It does not lose sight of its own fidelity. This thing however, has a second face, another side , giving a completely different message from the same sender. Such an item, then, purposes a bridge from few to millions. It carries its purpose, its song, on its face, leaving it there for all to see. It is wonderful. It is marvelous. But it is one of perhaps a billion. So it is no wonder that I should posses several. It was born into brilliance, yet knows only the song it is meant to sing.
Dun dun dun
If the sunlight weren’t encircling it on the rickety dull brown table I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. But, there it was, of a creamy, fluffy complexion and poised in such a way that I worried it would lift up and lurch at me. I pushed the small table over in hopes that it might get up and crawl away. It slid off, landed lightly on the floorboards but made no attempt to escape. Instead it laid curled over itself in a state of paralysis. Satisfied, that it was not alive I grasped it between my fingers. Motionless in my fingers, it softly bent to the contours of my hand. One end of it was ripped, or maybe it was open on purpose, but the hole was big enough for me to stick my hand in. The tiny sack had nothing in it but I imagine it would be used for that. After looking inside I realized the magnificence of this object, I could use it for—ugh, what is that smell!
Dancing Animals
Changing the Earth
First man on Mars
By The Creek
The Luster it Once Had
Basement
The sun was about to go down, and he decided in the short amount of time he had left before dinner, he would finally explore the basement. All summer long, the boy had played in the apple orchard with his friends. This past summer was particularly torrid and the orchard became a refuge of shade for the youngsters. Now his friends had gone, and there was only a short time left before school. His aunt and uncle had been lenient with him throughout his stay, but their one big rule was that he shouldn’t go in the basement without them. He had refrained from exploring over the past two and a half months, but now his curiosity was to the point of almost making him itch.
There were two entrances to the basement that he could enter from. He could either enter from the inside the house and run the risk of being caught by his uncle or try to use the hatch that was by his aunt’s hedges. The hatch was unlocked, but while he was opening it, it creaked and made an unimaginable amount of noise, and yet his aunt and uncle didn’t seem to notice. The steps leading down to the basement were wooden and filled with cobwebs. The basement was musty and humid and it took the boy’s all not to sneeze. He found a light switch, switched it on, and subsequently closed the hatch. A small dim bulb towards the far left of the basement turned on, and the boy followed it. As the boy drew closer to the light source he noticed that it was flickering and much brighter than he originally thought. Not only that, but there were two bulbs and the bulbs were shaped like halos. The halo-bulbs were upright, and the flickering of the bulbs took place in the space inside the halo. The boy felt an urge to touch the bulb; the same urge that draws flies to lights, and children to touch stoves. He took his hand, callused from months of outdoor play, put his hand on the halo-bulb and felt the electrical energy pulsing through the metal. Suddenly he thrust his hand through the first halo, and to his horror it appeared in the space between the second halo-bulb.Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Unidentified
New Air
Captivation
He sat directly in front of it, starstruck and jaw wide open at the fascinating scene that attracted his stare. Never before had the man been so captivated throughout his mundane and prosaic existence. The phenomenon this man was witnessing was an inanimate object; however, seemed to be teeming of life and vivacity. A mystifying fever was radiating from the substance, seemingly burning off the flesh of the worn and drab man. However, this phenomenon simultaneously extracted heat as it radiated it. The more the man felt the emission from the object, the closer he wanted to be to it, and the more lively he felt. The object was drawing out the man’s little liveliness he had left and filling him with new, pacifying energy. His eyes locked into place and his body froze completely, although he was filled with warmth.
The Box
I emerged from my haze when the girl pried the box open. Her action seemed to occur in slow motion, and I was raptly attentive. Immidiately, another strong wave of thick air almost blew me backwards. Inside the box was a glowing orange circle that resembled the sun. Like the sun, I wanted to look away but could not. The circular thing was captivating, and it grabbed me and drew me near. I even dared to reach out and touch it. It was scalding, and I pulled my hand back. The girl smiled and then reached her own hand into the box. I wanted to tell her to stop, that the strange circle would burn her too, but it was too late. She latched onto the circle with her fingers and tore off a piece of it, leaving a gaping, tooth-shaped hole. After she was done, the box snapped shut like the maw of a carnivorous beast. The girl seemed unaffected, but I though that the box seemed angry. I backed away, never taking my eyes off of the box. Eventually, long after the girl had left the room, I felt my eyelids drooping and stopped worrying so much about the strange box and its powers. The squares on the box were starting to blur, and I knew it was time for me to go to sleep.
Adventures
Darkness
Disoriented
The man walked through the dark house in search of his enemy. As he went from room to room, he didn’t see or hear anything. He was about to exit a room when there was a flash of lightning behind him along with a loud roaring noise. The flash became a constant light, brighter than the sun. He spun around, but he had no idea what was happening, the light was changing colors and the noise was at a deafening volume. He heard voices all around him, he thought he was going mad. He could have sworn he knew what was happening, but he was too disoriented to realize exactly what was. Before he had the time to gather his wits, he was snatched up by his enemy. Only then, when he was being dragged out of the room, and his eyes had adjusted, he realized what tool of sorcery he had just fallen victim to.