A Day For Celebration - Original Writing

At one point or another we all succumb to the feeling of helplessness in our lives. Whether it is a feeling of not being able to break free of an abusive loved one or being trapped by a bad storm, the natural animal instinct of survival is apparent. "Celebration" written by W.D. Valgardson studies that instinct and the helplessness of situations that drives us to it.

“But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate;” Poe’s palace has suddenly been invaded by the “evil things,” that can easily stand for macabre thoughts and unpure desires. He then pauses to “mourn” over the “desolate” landscape that’s never to return to its once “stately” place in the first stanza. The “glory” soon disappears from the palace, that is now nothing more than an old past memory that is “entombed.” The mind has now become troubled and amoral to the narrator a place that can never regain its past life.

Most times, anything abnormal or odd tend to be pushed under the rug. Edgar Allan Poe subtly brings attention to topics the are typically ignored. E. A. Poe had far from a perfect childhood. His father left when he was young and his mother died when he was three. Poe also seemed to have a lonely childhood after his parents were gone. He was separated from his relatives and didn’t appear to have many friends. He attended the army and after went into West Point. His academics there were well but he was eventually kicked out because of poor handlings of his duties. Before Poe died, he struggled with depression and a drinking problem. Some believe Poe’s tragic lifetime was the inspiration for some of his stories. Such as, “The Fall of the House of Usher”. A possible theory about this story is that Roderick and the Narrator were one in the same. This essay will discuss the possibility of them being the same through plot, characterization, and personification.

Rainsford’s blood turned cold as the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight. Turning around slowly, his eyes caught the sight of the one man he wish to not see.

she wishes to spend the rest of her life. She wishes to come home and

His mind has become the unknown and the part of him that he did not necessarily want to know or come to terms with because it was frightening and dark. “Upon the bleak walls-upon the vacant eyelike windows. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart-an unredeemed dreariness of though which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime (234).” Edgar found himself to be vacant and bleak, he also had a cold sick feeling when he saw what he had become. He was frightened to move on but he had to keep going in order to know the truth about himself.

“for a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were humans playing in snow.” They forgot the harsh reality of the world with

He turned to the streets, begging for scraps of food or clothing, trying to find some way to support himself. Those years of his life had seemed like a dark abyss in which he was trapped. He could see the sunlight above, but he had no way to reach it. He still remembered the looks of disgust and fear upon people’s faces as he crawled to them and begged for help. They would pull their children closer and cross the street as they neared him, or walk straight past him with their eyes fixed ahead, unfazed by his pleas. After some time, he lost hope. As the rich merchants and fine clothed women passed, he said nothing, curled up in a ball on filthy, tattered blankets, starved and cold, flea bitten and depressed. He had feared for a time that he was on the brink of insanity, and had taken to talking to the stones on the street to while away the lonely hours. He remembered hoping he would simply pass in his sleep during the night to escape his never-ending

"I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house."

The men outside of the cell started to laugh at him. He looked utterly pathetic at the moment. He continued to shake as he looked up at her. She let go of him walking towards the cell door. The man opened it up, letting her out. Isaac watched as the cell door was being closed. He lied down on the floor, continuing to cry. He couldn’t believe the things that were happening to him. The slums were more messed up than what he was led to believe.

"Different emotions battled for dominance in his mind and heart. Confusion. Curiosity. Panic. Fear. But laced through it all was the dark feeling of utter hopelessness." (6)

He shuttered his eyelids, sliding down the wall next to the window and resting his head upon his knees for a moment before hearing the thundering footsteps of the soldiers and forcing himself to his feet. He refused to die on the ground. Let them see what they killed for the bourgeois and hope their days were troubled by those they killed.

James McPherson, an American Civil War historian and also the author of the Pulitzer Prize- winning novel Battle Cry for Freedom, deliberates the reasoning behind what caused the Civil War in his book What They Fought For, 1861-1865. McPherson specifically examines what the Union and the Confederate soldiers fought for during the Civil War by reviewing the letters that the soldiers wrote home. Many people were under the impression that the soldiers fighting the Civil War had no clue as to what they were specifically fighting for, but this was not true. During the Civil War men were called to defend their nation and their individual rights from an opposing force. The soldiers of both the Confederacy and the Union expressed their impassioned belief as to what they were fighting for through their letters and memoirs, and McPherson skillfully analyzes these letters to determine the cause behind the Civil War.

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Surprised by Joy written by the William Wordsworth (1770-1850). This poem published in 1815. Surprised by Joy is an Italian sonnet that fourteen- line poem consists rhyme scheme of the octave and sestet. The poem Surprised by Joy shows exactly poem lyric also William Wordsworth well known for Lyrical Ballads poet. Surprised by Joy described about person’s feeling which joy of birth and sad of death. He writes about remember one’s death, and expresses his emotion using the poem which is Surprised by Joy. He explains what happened just happened, and there is no going back in time by using the words which represent the time. Surprised by Joy gain the sympathize with happiness of the birth and sadness of the death. Also described the order of nature that no one cannot against the flow.