Norval Gilmer Analysis

The volcanoes are located where there is a divergence or convergence in the tectonic plates and bring their lava from the deepest of the terrestrial mantle. The materials and explosions of these ginates represent a constant risk in the places inhabited by the human being, nevertheless the people ususually live in these areas no matter the risk. On the other hand the volcanos can change the geology of an impressive form, or to cool the temperature of the earth, or to darken the sky. The scientific community increases its efforts to try to understand better what happens in volcanoes, however it is impossible to predict these conditions.

The scene is first set up through the personification of the sun. The poet uses interesting diction and phrases, such as “dipping” and “geometries” to describe nature. The sun is described with human characteristics, “build[ing]” these “geometries and orchids” and “riding/The last tumultuous avalanche”. It is like an almighty being that is capable of anything, including the controlling of nature. The poet wants to portray nature as a hidden yet powerful force that should not be seen as a simple concept. Contrasts,

Volcanoes are one of the most destructive, yet, most beautiful things on Earth. They can make a famous city choke in its own ashes in one day, like Pompeii. Or they can turn a once damaging mountain into a graceful and peaceful home for new life, like Mount St. Helen’s. All volcanoes are unique, and no two are the same. Some erupt differently than others, some look different than others, and all are located in different spots all over the world. I learned this while completing the project and the five volcanoes I researched are examples of my discoveries. The five volcanoes I researched were Mount Hood, Mount Mageik, Long Island, Mount Muria, and Las Pilas.

It is located in the major area of the pacific ocean. A large number of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions happen here. It is a 25,000 mile horseshoe shape, it is associated with oceanic trenches and volcanic arcs. Nearly 90% of all earthquakes take place in this Ring. The Ring stretches from the southern tip of South America to the coast of North America, across the Bering Strait, down through Japan, and into New Zealand. There are also several active volcanoes in Antarctica.

“For the first time on the expedition the vista was primarily sky rather than earth. Herds of puffy cumulus raced beneath the sun, imprinting the landscape with a shifting matrix of shadow and blinding light.”

When I looked straight up, two, majestic peaks stared into my eyes. They were the same but different; one peak sat lower, he seemed to look up to his older brother. At the same time, the peaks were of the same stature, they both looked like chocolate-dipped waffle cones that sat upside down. The peaks were surrounded by glistening, white puffs of cotton candy that only on occasion moved for me to see. They were shy, but when the clouds parted they were the only things that my eyes wanted to observe. The volcano was quite grand and stood its ground, it was immovable. Its base was like an ancient oak tree that had rooted itself deep into the fertile ground. Arenal and its twin peaks were the eyes of God that

exciting tell all, focused on the eruptions of Nevado Del Ruiz and Galeras in Northern and

The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

The vast sky above the trees was home to an array of clouds. At the turn of night, a sparkling variety of stars. The clouds were as fluffy as cotton, each with its own unique shape. As delicate as daisies, yet unbending like metal. The stars were as sharp and as piercing as thorns, but also as lovely as the bud itself. The clouds conquered the day before all time, but they gladly let the stars race across the plains as it darkened. It was the natural order, and was seen by all as equal and fair.

Glancing up toward the light, blue, cloudy sky, the great, tall, and humongous Mt. Rainer towers above everything around its area. The snow peaked top gives this marvelous mountain a sensational feeling when you stare at it with a wide open jaw as the sharp crest gleams in the sunshine. When the snow melts, the water flows swiftly into a set of rivers. All around it thousands of trees stretch around the vicinity for miles. Two cheerful, cute birds fly around in joyous excitement since the flowers slowly bloom open as it’s becoming spring soon. As the soft wind blows gracefully, grass with little droplets of dew wave around delicately. A few feet away a large spider’s web is covered with water droplets and sparkles brightly just like a diamond.

The Pacific Ring of Fire is an area where 75% of the volcanoes on earth are located.

On land, pillars of granite rose up angelically into the ether. The once grey sky was slowly being permeated with an onyx decor. Though we had started our journey with blue skies, it was becoming increasingly sincere that we would conclude it in storm.

The night before had brought a starless night with rain, but daybreak cracked through on a promising Saturday morning. The sky awoke with clouds dissipating. Hues of indigo beckoned the light between the black sky and the blue. Fog clung to the rolling hills while the varnished sun lit up the fields. In the distance, a faint sound rumbled over the quiet wisps still hanging in the air.

The authors have two clearly different environments and describes them in diverse ways. Abbey writes about his surroundings as a bright, clear, calm April morning. He changed his description in the afternoon as “the wind begins to blow, raising dust and sand in funnel-shaped twisters that spin across that desert briefly, like dancers, and then collapse-elements under stress” (52). While Leopold writes about his experience with on a mountain as a “deep chesty ball echoes from rimrock to rimrock, rolls down the mountain, and fades into the far blackness of the night” (49).

I gazed up at the mountain now drenched in light red and squinted, trying to keep my eyes open, as the bright sharp light burnt into my eyes. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I finally closed them unable to the pain any longer; I wiped my watery eyes and thought where Samneric’s fire was? There was a rumble inside me, and I looked hopefully at the jungle wondering if I could find Samneric’s fire as well as something to eat. In the morning light the jungle seemed like an old and tattered rug chewed to bits by moths, yet despite this the jungle and the whole island was beautiful shining in the sun’s warmth. I kept on walking as the jungle beckoned me calling me with its beauty. As I passed between the trees, the canopy overhead plunged me into velvet darkness. The only source of light was from the small gaps in the shell of overlapping leaves, where the sun glistened through. Moss and lichen covered the ground in abundance, thriving in this humid atmosphere, and feeding on the eerie green light that managed to penetrate through the ceiling of emerald leaves. The strange green shade and the various knotted pillars made it impossible to see for great distances or to walk about freely.