Hemingway Story/ Short movie Analyse

Missing the Importance
Author's Note: We read "A clean, Well-lighted place" by Ernest Hemingway and watched the short movie about it in class. 

             Two waiters, one old man. In the story, these waiters are working at a bar, but there is one customer left that won't leave. The story really plays on light vs. dark, with the old man in the shadow of a tree and the waiters sort of in the light. We learn later that the younger, rushed waiter is really the light while the older waiter is the dark. The story has this feeling of trying to stay in the light.
             But the short movie a little different. In the movie, the old man is directly in the light. The whole idea of the old man being in the shadow was to make it look like he was trying to escape the darkness. The fact that he was completely in the light made it seem like he was ok, that  nothing was wrong. Also in the movie, they dragged out the part with the old man finally leaving. I sort of liked that because it had him almost disappearing in the darkness, which is what he was trying to avoid by going to the cafe. 
              The last part of the short movie was nothing like that movie. The gurgled  "nothing, nothing, nothing" part at the end was really annoying, but it made sense since all those people were in the dark. In the story, the older waiter gets a coffee because he wants to stay awake. As he says, "I am one of those who doesn't what to go to bed." But in the movie, he just gets some wine or something. I think the movie didn't really catch that the coffee was important. Overall, the short movie missed some of the important details of the story.

Stories Response

Mirror Reflection
Author's Note: In class, we read the two Hemingway stories "Indian Camp" and "A Clean, Well-lighted place". This is just a quick response on what I thought of the stories.

   Before even looking at his stories, we researched Ernest Hemingway. His life was full of action and adventure, but when it came down to it, he was just a man living in darkness. Suicide was part of his life, and of course his own death. His writing reflects this. The story "Indian Camp" is about a Indian woman who is giving birth, but her husband kills himself. The screams of his wife probably pulls him over the edge. This might have been how Hemingway lived, always hearing the screams. Feeling all the pressure of life pushing on him. In his story "A clean, well-lighted place", it is all about the light and the darkness in different people. Some people, like the old man, are stuck in the middle of these different worlds. By the end of the story, you realize the older waiter who hangs in the light also feels the dark. He may seem like an ok person, but on the inside there something darker. Ernest Hemingway reflects his own life and feelings in his writing. Reflects them like a mirror.

Poem O_O

Thoughts and Loneliness

Author's Note: We all have those classes, those classes with none of our friends. I wrote this because of the awkwardness of that class.

"She never talks"

Why?

Why would you say that?

Maybe

Maybe you should consider the facts…

Consider…

That I don't want to talk to you

That I am stuck in this awful class

Where none of my friends are here

I'm stuck

As far as "new friends"

I don't like the people here

They don't seem to like me

Consider…

That you all think you're so cool

You have stupid conversations

Over me

So I sit in the corner

Avoiding all of your eyes

I roll my eyes when you can't see

I mumble about you under my breathe

I am filled with relief when I finally get to leave

Consider….

That I'm just annoyed

As if a hated this class enough

Now these morons are here

They don't understand

How I feel

To be trapped like this

To have to come here every day

To have turn my shoulder to you

And use my hand to shield me from your dragon's fire gaze

Wouldn't that annoy you?

Maybe I feel trapped here

In my separate cage

Maybe you aren't

As AMAZING as you think you are

Because while you talk and laugh

I try not to scream

But what would happen if I screamed?

Would you notice?

Would you look at me weird?

Would you ask what's wrong?

Reading this, you might think, Let it go

But how can I?

It's every day

It's on my last nerve

So maybe I will "move on"

But I'll never forget

So I'll sit here

In my bubble of thoughts and loneness

Waiting for the bell to set me free

Symbolism Essay

The Dark, Dying Death
Author's Note: This essay is for my goal for idea development.

     The cold, bitter death; its feeling sweeps through everything. The awful feeling of not knowing what to do or say when death comes. When someone dies, part of you dies too. Wait, they left something behind, something dark behind. In the books Fever and Thirteen Reasons Why, the people who die leave something dark behind, as a reminder of their awful death.
      What the dead leave behind is the black liquid. It splatters everywhere, and even when the body is removed, it's still there. Waiting till it is scrubbed away. But how can you remove black from a white sheet? You can't. The death is always lingering. In Fever, this is actually what happens when yellow fever spreads. Thousands of souls leave behind their mark. It even smells of death, as described by the book.Emotions are left too. Mourning and misery leave Philadelphia in a ghostly gloom. The memories, like the black liquid, can not be scrubbed completely away. Mattie remembers some of the people who passed away in the fever, including her heroic grandfather. By just remembering these people, it makes them impossible to forget.
      A girl who killed herself leaves tapes. All have a story, one on each side. Tapes look sort of eerie, black and mysterious. You never know what you're going to hear until you press play. In Thirteen Reasons Why, Hannah Baker makes these tapes right before her death. They are passed around to people on Hannah's list, and when Clay listens to them, the words can never be erased. Like the black liquid, they probably will never be completely scrubbed away. But these tapes have a meaning, not just to make people suffer. To remember. To know why she left. To know what she had been thinking all this time. I mean, if you kill yourself, you wouldn't want people saying "Yeah, that girl was just plain crazy." No, you want them to understand through the dark tapes. Clay understand completely; during that one night, he is listening, regretting, crying, shaking, vomiting. Remembering. As the feeling goes through, he understand all the mistakes he made by not helping this girl feel....alive. So when she is dead, he follows her dead footprints around town to feel her there. To imagine her there. To remember her there.
      Both Fever and Thirteen Reasons Why have awful deaths that occur. That shouldn't have occurred. But in a way, the dead find a way to keep moving on. To be remembered and never be erased. Remembered by  their dark death. Even the people who survived the fever or listened to a dead girl's tapes still feel the suffering of those that have passed. They are never erased, but the people impacted by this still find a way to keep going on. They find a way to get past the dark, dying death.

Awesome Poem

Hour of Belief

Author's Note:  I wrote this for our journal. This journal was to write what on your mind; so I wrote about what happened yesterday

Tears falling

Puddles forming

From the melting snow

The bus rides on without a care

People on board

Chatting

Laughing

Separated by seats

Separated from your dying world

That part of your heart

Is ripped out

He hugged her

And not me

The bad news comes

And you sink farther in

Your forehead presses the cold glass

The world outside

Sunny

Bright

The opposite of your emotions

The secret

The one you have held in forever

Finally

You talk it through

Through tears

Falling again

Through the tears

Belief

That you can get over him

That you can go on missing it

That you can do this

You walk home

Kicking the frozen bits

A guy walks by

You hide your face

To hide the tears

To hide the saddness

You think of the change

In this last hour

Hour of Sadness

Hour of Belief

Random Poem :)

One day...
Author's Note: Ok, this is a really weird poem (I love how I just start with that :) ). Anyway, I was just having mixed emotions and I just felt like I needed to write something.

One day
One day the sun is shining
Its rays brush gently across your face
You can almost see the happiness in the air
The wind whips gracefully
Painting curves and bumps in the snow
The tiny flakes fall down from heaven
Each shaped in it's own special way
Life is too
And today is perfect
One day all the fire will crash to Earth
The flames dance elegantly
All devil ballerinas
Destroying what lays ahead
Thunder booms like a drum
Lighting splits through the black
White and black collide 
Then red
Life becomes a swirling void 
Leading you nowhere
Dreams become nightmares
Friends become enemies
Life becomes death
The sweet light fades away
You miss it so much
But the worst part is that you never even know it
Don't cry
One day the light will return
One day....

Point of View: Response & Creative Piece

The Other Half of the Heart

Author's note: For my point of view piece, I decided to analysis the song "Jar of hearts" by Christina Perri. 

         Pain. The pain of breaking up with someone. That is what this song is really about. In "Jar of Hearts" by Chistina Perri, her point of view is the awful person who broke her heart decides that he wants her back. But she knows that she is smarter than that.
        The way she puts it in the song is that he basically ruined her life, ripped her heart out and then ran away. For example, in the chorus," And who do you think you are, Running around leaving scars,Collecting your jar of hearts, And tearing love apart, You're gonna catch a cold, From the ice inside your soul, Don't come back for me, Who do you think you are?", she's saying how horribly he treated her. How he thought that his actions didn't matter and that she would forget. In these powerful lines, she really gets her point across that "Why should I get back to you, after what you did?"
         But what does the guy think? From the lyrics, it seems like he doesn't think he did anything wrong. Maybe from his point of view he doesn't know how much he hurt her.In the lines "And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore, You lost the love I loved the most.", she says he was kind of clueless, that he doesn't realize that he has lost all her affection. But if he were to say something, I think it would be something like this....

I wasn't one to hurt you,
But you just don't understand.
Why can't you come back to me,
Why can't you hold my hand?

We are a match made in heaven,
Together I want to be.
So why don't you like me anymore?
When I'm trying to be your company.

I loved you once,
And I want to again.
But you try to run from me,
I ask why and you say from back then.