I’m from

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The cradle that lies from mountain to mountain

my valley, my cradle, my home

my long stretch of road and desert

 

I’m from blistering heats and winters that never last

from huge rolling thunderclouds

I’m from the cold popsicles, the wet bathing suits

the beautiful sunsets I never take advantage of

that shine too brightly behind the weak and filtering clouds

 

the arrogant sunshine that has become too friendly

the smell of honeysuckle and fresh cut grass

 

I’m from the days that last too long and the nights that don’t

 

I’m from the cold rain I cherish rarely and the grasshoppers that I run from every year

 

when I’m gone I from the pain that resides within my heart

wishing I was back where I am from

 

I’m from the love that has taught me to love

and from the place that love has taught me to grow

I’m from the place I never grow tired of

and the only place I’ll ever really know.

 

Head in the Clouds

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I walked around the room

and it couldn’t have been more boring

so I walked outside

and decided to learn to fly.

 

I have envied the birds forever

and its not as easy as it looks.

 

I cried as I tried since

I had many unsuccessful attempts.

 

As it got easier

I flew everywhere

and I would leave my world behind.

 

When I’m angry, sad, or scared

I can fly away from the world I hate

and into the one I love

Annabel Lee Sets the Bar High

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Annabel Lee by: Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

A “good poem” is one which takes the meaning that is lost in our bland world and emphasizes it to a knew level. A “good poem” lets this world come into focus, opening eyes to feelings and moments that were lost as if they meant nothing. A “good poem” silences doubt in humanity and utilizes its influence on this worlds’ incumbents. Poems that are good are far more than words on paper or text on a dimly lit screen. They are movements and philosophy, they are the story inside of every human, good poems are the way of the world the one item that stands the test of time and the scrutany that comes along with greatness. A poem’s eloquent language lays the foundation for the reader. The words are usually sleek and slide off of the page and vividly into the imagination. They take the reader to a place where they can feel infinite, a place where they can loose the tragedy and the sorrow, a place where they can amplify empathy. Good poems leave the reader not only influenced but with its theme tattooed on the hearts of thousands; that cannot be defined, that cannot be summed up, that is not a paragraph’s job.

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe is not a good poem it is a great poem. It conveys feelings beyond those of an average human life. It shows the public that love does not die at the grave, it presses on; therefor answering the age-old questions of when does love die? As well as, is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? This “great poem” relates to all people even those who never loved and leaves words imprinted on the soul of its readers. This poem has stood the test of time. No culture can ruin this work of art. Even though it was created by a boose-ridden author it shows his true brilliance. A realist might notice that this poem expands what love should be but those with open minds and an open heart know this poem is great and this poem’s language can give anyone the angst to fall in love. Annabel Lee has no limits, it relays that infinte feeling leaving its readers blaring music as they drive under ovepasses. It changes its readers. It makes them feel human. In this day in age, that is what makes a good poem pass this rigorous test.

Oedipal Complex in Hamlet

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In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the title character’s main, and only flaw, is his delay. This seems to constitute the central part in Hamlet. By the definition of tragedy, there should exist a flaw in the character of the main hero, who is a great personality that is engaged in a struggle that ends catastrophically. Various reasons for Hamlet’s delay are given. Important issues like madness, melancholy and cowardice are discussed, but the evidence reveals that he is capable of swift action, we deem him as an intelligent man and can therefore conclude that he is only pretending madness. To regard him simply as suffering from melancholy is not a sufficient explanation as he is eager to avenge the death of his father, but cannot bring himself to take action. It is obvious that the reason for not carrying out the revenge is not due to any moral apprehensions or fear of divine retribution. There is something special about this task that makes it impossible for Hamlet to carry out the deed.

Although Hamlet was written centuries before the Oedipal complex was introduced, it is still one of the many reasons that psychologists answer some of the mystery behind Hamlet’s mind. Freud discovered that peoples’ minds tended to effectively repress memories of painful events and to resist any attempts to draw any such memory back into conscious awareness. Freud seemed to consider that such traumas were most often related to sex and sexuality. Freud theorized that all small boys select their mother as their primary object of desire. They subconsciously wish to usurp their fathers and become their mothers’ lover. Typically, these desires emerge between the ages of three and five, when a boy is in what Freud defined as the “phallic” stage of development. Because the child suspects that acting on these feelings would lead to danger, desires are repressed, leading to anxiety, and eventually is let go of, (Oedipus 2009).

“Such an act/That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,/Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose/From the fair forehead of an innocent love/And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows/As false as dicers’ oaths-O, such a deed/As from the body of contraction plucks/The very soul, and sweet religion makes/A rhapsody of words. Heaven’s face does glow/O’er this solidity and compound mass/With tristful visage, as against the doom/Is thought-sick at the act,” (Shakespeare, Act III, Scene iv).

The bedroom scene is one example amongst many of Hamlet’s aversion to sexuality, which he more often than not, associates with vulgarity and sickness. Despite his violent reactions, he is nonetheless fundamentally incapable of acting, Freud tells us, because he cannot bring himself to avenge himself on the man who has killed his father and taken his place at the side of his mother. Given that Claudius does no more than reproduce the repressed fantasies of childhood, the hatred Hamlet feels for him is progressively replaced by a feeling of guilt which constantly reminds him that he is no better than the man he is supposed to punish.

What Ernest Jones did was focus yet further on what he considered to be the essential mystery behind Shakespeare’s work. Jones figured that the real psychological answer lies in Hamlet’s language rather than behavior. Everything he says is transmitted, in various degrees, through metaphor, simile and, above all, wordplay. His utterances, in other words, have a hidden and latent meaning which often surpasses the apparent meaning. They have, therefore, enormous affinities with the language of the unconscious psyche which proceeds equally by various forms of distortion and alterations in meaning, notably through slips of the tongue, dreams, double entendres, and wordplay, (Jones 74).

“Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not ‘seems’/'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,/Nor customary suits of solemn black,/Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath,/No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,/Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,/Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,/That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,/For they are actions that a man might play;/But I have that within which passes show,/These but the trappings and the suits of woe.” (Shakespeare, Act I, Scene ii).

Merely murdering Claudius isn’t the central theme of the play; Hamlet could have killed him in Act III, scene iii where he comes across Claudius praying. This wouldn’t suffice, because his mother would still be fouled by her sexuality. Hamlet fervently desires to correct his mother, and it is this obsession that best emphasizes the Oedipal complex found in the play. The theme is not revenge, but rather one of conflict between mother and son; the revenge of the father is merely used as backdrop. Hamlet endeavors to prove to his mother that she corrupts herself, as noted in the quote above. He compares Claudius and King Hamlet through her marriage, but does not mention the possibility that Claudius killed her husband. He does not hint that he hates Claudius for this, only that he is angry with her for disgracing herself, and hence, him.

Works Cited

Jones, Ernest. “The Oedipus-Complex as An Explanation of Hamlet’s

Mystery: A Study in Motive.” The American Journal of Psychology 21.1 (January, 1910): 72-113.

“Oedipus complex.” Encyclopedia Britannica. 2009. Encyclopedia Britannica Online. 05 May. 2009 <http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/425451/Oedipus- complex.>

Shakespeare, William. Hamlet. New York: Simon & Schuster , 2003.

 

 

Miranda the Rubik’s Cube

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When you first glance at a Rubik’s cube you think it is interesting yet challenging. It is a puzzle with so many different colors. It is entertaining to try to figure it out; it is also frustrating when you cannot. Many people give up on their first chance of trying to figure it out. Some people never figure it out. Some people do, and when they do, they are the ones who know the secret behind it. A Rubik’s cube can become distorted and way far from being completed, and just when you think you got it…you don’t. It is confusing, but when you have solved it’s puzzle, congratulations. I relate to a Rubik’s cube in many ways. Not only because I am many personalities with many colors, but I can be hard to figure out and frustrating, you could say. However, I am rewarding when you finally figure me out, and it will always be like that.

Blindness

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“How was work today honey?”

“Unusual…”

“Why?”

“There was just a disagreement between a few of us.”

I had learned a long time ago to not bring work home with me. As a behavioral analyst, certain things are not meant for the ordinary person to endure. My wife and kids are my world to me and they would not be able to handle the things I experience on a daily basis. Today, after observing a scene familiar to me, I had a discussion about murderers. I realize this is not a normal conversation, and that is why I’m sharing this story for you. I have contemplated the theory why murderers become who they are. Most will tell you that it is because of some cruel past they endured or trauma they witnessed. I think murderers are born that way and it is destiny to become what they become. There is no past or future, just them and who they are. I have proved this many times as we see criminals who never change.

I remember his name, James McAlvoy; the worst and most brutal killer I have ever seen. He lived for blood and death, it seemed. It was a glorious day when he was caught. Even better a day when I got the chance to analyze this killer’s mind. Let me tell you something. James was no where near ordinary. He was distorted and not naturally human. It didn’t surprise me though. We had normal conversations and we got along like a patient and his doctor would. Last Saturday, James told me he would kill again and I told him I knew this, but that it would only get him no where. James replied with,

” I’ll kill your family.”

I laughed and told him that was enough for today. I saw the blood-stricken thoughts in my eyes, but this was not the first time I heard this, so I shrugged it off.

Today, I come home and I couldn’t wait to hug three-year-old Emily and my wife only they were murdered. James used their blood and smeared a nice letter for me on the wall.

A killer is only a killer if others are afraid.

I left my house and went searching for James and tonight I killed three people who couldn’t give me answers. I see now that a murderer isn’t born a murderer; they are one because its the only other way to be.

Director’s Notebook

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Part I:

1. My vision/overall concept: I want the play to be during the modern times played in a modern day high school. I want the audience to understand the play, but also to appeal to a younger crowd in which they could understand, too. I do not think there are any modern versions that are easily understood by the youth, therefore I think this would be well-liked. I want to accomplish this by using young, yet famous actors who could play this part well, and use the modern interpretation of Hamlet.

2. Setting: It will be set at Elsinore High School – a prestigious school were the most talented, athletic and intelligent students preside. Elsinore High is in the suburbs of a well-known town, Elsinore; an oasis in the desert. Whittenburg and London suburbs and schools are a driving distance away. The graveyard scene will take place in the local cemetery near the school football field. Other scenes are held in the Claudius and Gertrude mansion, their neighbor’s house where Ophelia, Polonius and Laertes live, or in other, less wealthier neighborhoods where most of the other characters reside. The ghost scene takes place on the football field.

3. Costumes: All of the costumes will be modern. Gertrude will be a little on the revealing side. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern’s characters will dress alike. Claudius and Polonius will dress very high end professional. Horatio will dress lower end. Fortinbras and Hamlet will dress very sporty yet fashionable.

4. Time period: The play is happening as if it were filmed in a high school today.

5. Language: Language will be very modern and slang will be used since it is set in a high school.

6. Deleted Scenes/plot changes: I will take out the scene of the mousetrap play and change it to a telephone call instead. Also, a few other scenes will be changed to telephone calls since a lot of communication happens through cell phones today.

Part II:

1. The ghost: George Clooney: The ghost will have to seem non-existent at first, but very convincing. The ghost, the former principal, will be easily recognizable and knowing that something is awry.

2. Hamlet: James Franco: Hamlet is the misunderstood character. While popular, he also must play the confused son and the unattached friend. Also, he must be smart and witty, like his character in the book.

3. Assistant Principal Gertrude: Angelina Jolie: Gertrude plays the corrupted mother who fell in love with someone much younger than she. Also, marrying two months after her husband’s death, a bad persona is given about her. She plays the revealing, yet caring mother.

4. Ophelia: Rachel McAdams: Ophelia will be played as the sweet and innocent character that captures Hamlet’s heart. She also is submissive and a little dramatic as the play progresses.

5. Laertes: Kellan Lutz: Ophelia’s older brother takes on the dutiful son and loyal brother. He will defend his family, even if they are the ones to blame. He is older than Hamlet, but is familiar with him, as they attended the same school.

6. Fortinbras: Ashton Kutcher: Fortinbras is the cocky and arrogant character in this play. He is the athletic all-star in the movie who wants to take Hamlet’s place. However, he is envied by Hamlet because he doesn’t let any pressure bring him down.

7. Rosie / Guildi: Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sarah Michelle Gellar: These girls are extremely loyal to administration since they want to gain favor. They used to be Hamlet’s childhood friends, but now are sneaky and conniving sisters who are pretty predictable.

8. Horatio: Ryan Gossling: Horatio plays the true friend and unaffected character. He is the level headed one who can have a big affect on Hamlet. He also is a childhood friend, but remains loyal to that bond, even through hard times.

9. Polonius: Nicholas Cage: The father of Ophelia, he plays the dad who only cares about image. Being the new and renowned Philosophy teacher, and friend of Claudius, he is the pitied one in the movie. He is nosy yet extremely unaware of his unintelligent behavior.

10. Claudius: James Marsden: Claudius plays the good looking and ideal principal on the outside, but a dark and manipulative man on the inside. He is conflicted on the inside, but also cares about his image. He underestimates Hamlet and his ability which eventually leads to his downfall.

Part III:

1. The monolog: Act 3, Scene I, 58-92

The question is: is it better to be alive or dead? Is it more dignified to fight with all the bad things that happen in your life, or to not fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying; sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the pains and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Oh, but there’s the real question: in death’s sleep what kind of dreams come, after we’ve put the noise and craziness of life behind us. That’s really something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our mishaps so long. After all, who would put up with all of life’s humiliations—the abuse from people who think they are superior, the insults of ignorant men, the hurts of unrequited love, the corruptness of the legal system, the rudeness of people in general, and the mistreatment of good people who have to take it from the bad—when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who would choose to grunt and sweat through a tiring life, unless they were afraid of something dreadful after death, the undiscovered country from which no visitor returns, which we wonder about and never get answers from and which makes us stick to the evils we know rather than rush off to seek the ones we don’t? Fear of death makes us all cowards, and our natural courage becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be done at once even get misdirected, and they stop being actions at all. But shh, here comes the beautiful Ophelia. Beautiful girl, please remember me when you pray.

2. Pun: I need to do my philosophy homework but I just Kant.This pun will be spoken by Hamlet when answering a question by his philosophy teacher, Polonius. This is a pun because you must know Kant by studying philosophy considering Immanuel Kant is widely known as an influential thinker and philosopher.

3. Double Entendre: If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? This is spoken by Hamlet to Ophelia and is double entendre by saying hold it against me figuratively and literally.

4. Paradox: If a person says about himself that he always lies, is that that the truth or a lie? This is spoken by Horatio to Hamlet when talking about Claudius and the circumstances he is in. This is a paradox because it is contradicting lies and truth with truth and lies.

Part IV:

Music:

“Shadow of the Day” by Linkin Park

I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple
Sometimes good bye’s the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
In cards and flowers on your window
Your friends all plead for you to stay
Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple
Sometimes good bye’s the only way
And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you

I chose this as a theme song because it is very fitting for Hamlet and his grim outlook on life. It also is sort of ambiguous so it doesn’t give away too much information.

Movie Poster: tag line: “A little more than kin, and less than kind.”

 

 

Romantic Poem

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the night Spring tricked me

 

I was laying in the grass one Spring night

When it soon began to pour

I cursed my luck as I ran amuck

and hurried towards the door

 

I ran inside and turned on the light

as the clock rang three…no four

It gave me a fright on this one night

when the rain soon rained no more

 

I lost my mind for a minute or two

as I ran outside into the night

The wind touched my hair, so gentle and fair

With not a single cloud in sight

 

How could it have rained on this mellow, Spring night?

Not a drizzle, but truly downpoured

I stepped into the grass with dew

into the starry night I implored

 

“How do you trick me simple, Spring night?

I am so confused and quite amused

that cannot even think right

not even tonight.”

 

Then Spring laughed at me and said with such glee

“It is almost sunrise you see?”

I laughed at her too as her sky turned light blue

And her air filled with a sweet, scented melody

spring

Oh my Goth!

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I’ve been here this whole time. Who? Me. I know. I’m not that memorable. I dress regular, well, as regular as I know how. I think regular; I get regular grades. I’m just not that important. Its not that I don’t try because I do. No good things ever happen to me. Don’t believe me? Okay. I can deal with that. Just don’t tell me I am special or important because I know I am not. I haved lived my whole life like this. I will live my whole life like this. It is the only way I know how.

I used to be special maybe when I was five, but I’m pretty sure everyone thinks five-year-olds are special. It is amazing how unspecial I am. Maybe I could be special for being so unspecial. No. Nevermind. Well I knew I was not special because I am the middle child out of seven kids. No one pays any attention to me. My dad passed away twelve years ago. I was three months old. I didn’t miss him, but you could say that my mom did. I did have a twin, she died two years ago. A tragic car accident. They said it wasn’t my fault, but I still feel like it was.

I owned a cat once, she ran away. My teachers never reward anything I do. I turn my homework in on time, they say nothing. When I don’t turn it in, they call my mom, who doesn’t care anyway, and yell at me for not doing it. Not only do no good things happen for me, but all the bad things do. No one ever holds the door open for me, not even when I’m carrying my bags and books and lunch. Not even when my whole lunch gets on my clothes and I’m on my way to the bathroom. Not even when I ask them to.

I decided to stay at Lindsay’s house last week to teach my family a lesson. I stayed away from home because I wanted to see if my family missed me at all. I figured they wouldn’t. I was right. I got a call on Thursday from the police that said my two older brothers were in a fight and one of them was killed and the other shot the one who killed him. I told them that I hope he goes to jail. He never liked me anyway.

Well that is my life story. I tell you this as I am dangling atop this bridge straddeling my brother’s gun in my left hand and a necklace in my right. I found it when I was twelve. I doesn’t mean anything special to me now, but hopefully people will know who I was. It says my name.

A Book A Minute

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Categories: Frankenstein.

Walton: I need a friend.

I found a friend.

He told me the story of his monster.

The end.