English is a breathing, living language, growing and shedding words as it sees fit. It extends to include even the most obscure words that describe even the most bizarre of emotions – rubatosis, the awareness of your heartbeat, or sonder, the realization of the intricate and detailed lives of everyone around you. Even with an endless of sea of letters and phrases at everyone’s disposal, there is not yet a word to translate the feeling I experienced after reading your short story Nyarlathotep. And yet, I feel as though any attempt of producing a feeble combination of lines and dots to convey a flurry of awe, inspiration, shock, and true horror would fall short of my experience. Savoring each word the first time I read it felt as if I was
The poem’s structure channeled bountiful information regard the complex emotions within the narrator. The poem started with the word “and” and followed the word “suddenly.” A time sequence is suggested here. It is believed that the speaker tells his
Likewise, Welty’s choice of diction conveyed the intensity of her experiences. Words such as “seized”, “devouring”, and “immediately” captures
This appeals to the emotion after the moving and rapid descriptions thinking about calm may ease the reader.
“This experience is much harder, and weirder, to describe than extreme fear or terror, most people know what it is like to be seriously afraid. If they haven’t felt it themselves, they’ve at least seen a movie, or read a book, or talked to a frightened friend – they can at least imagine it. But explaining what I’ve come to call ‘disorganization’ is a different challenge altogether. Consciousness gradually loses its coherence, one’s center gives away. The center cannot hold. The ‘me’ becomes a haze, and the solid center from which one experiences reality breaks up like a bad radio signal. (Saks, p. 13)”
This composition reads like a fantasy story but it actually arouses the imagination and edifies the human mind to actually value its existence.
Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.
“How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite
In text B Leila is having a conversation with a woman called Jan, this woman is obviously a person that she feels comfortable with as she is having a direct conversation with her. This means that Leila's speech way be widened because she is in a comfortable environment, she is also playing with this woman so she is not only interacting with her with speech she will also be interacting with her actions in which we cannot see. The text suggests that Leila around the age of 3 years, and her speech suggest that she is in the post-telegraphic stage as she is able to construct complex and grammatically correct combinations of sentences. Due to the fact that we do not have enough contextual background of this child we cannot say if her speech is
Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.
There was a thunderous crash, and I instinctively held on to the seat in front of me and closed my eyes. I felt the crash in my bones as I slid to the aisle and the bus split from the sign. The noise of another women, screaming as she feared death, but nothing compared to me, dying before seeing my dear, dear Lily. Tires screeched, and howls of pain dominated my ears, the prickly glass shards fell over me. In just a few seconds it was all over and everything was still. I dared not to open my eyes, my heart threatening to
This collection of over ninty words is much more than just a poem. It’s a story of millions of people. It ties in rhymes, sadness, happiness, religion and anger though a broad spectrum of other ideas.
that would ‘transcend borders’ and ‘create a climate of peace in Europe’, which, given that Esperanto was created between 1870 and 1880 and the political climate which gradually resulted in the instigation of the First World War, was extremely insightful. In short, Zamenhof used phonemes from the Slavic languages (he was of Polish descent) whilst using a more Romance lexicon. His ultimate purpose was to keep the grammar as simple as possible in order to create a language that was easily accessible to all native speaker of a European language.
Gargano wrote in a criticism of the story that the narrator uses “language that is wild and disordered” (261). Disordered and chaotic language is a universal theme, categorizing this work as dark romanticism.
In this literary analysis it is essential to compare and contrast Cathy Song’s poem “Heaven” and Bryan Thao Worra’s poem “Pen/Sword” to give the reader a better understanding of what the authors’ are conveying to their readers. The similarities in the style, word choice, and theme will be compared, along with the differences of style, word choice, and theme reflected throughout each poem. Furthermore, I will determine the meaning behind the broken up and/or the way the lines of each poem while describing why the lines are strategically placed throughout the pieces. This will allow me to identify the meaning that the authors’ are explaining to the reader. Each poet specifically writes to give the reader(s) a picture of what they are feeling and defining their emotion through their writing.
At first, when I started to read the novel The White Hotel written by D.M. Thomas, I had the feeling that this novel is so vain and down to earth, gray, and the parts with letters are so boring. I was ashamed of myself that I didn't appreciate this book. Then when I came to the parts with erotic poems the disgust captured me and I wanted to throw this book away from me. But the part that (invoked the most emotions)(touched my feelings the most) is chapter five. I wanted to cry, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to forget about this book. I was questioning the world, I am living in, the notion of being a human, the sanity of the society of the previous century. This chapter V that describes the disgusting, Insane, horrifying massacre in Baby Yar had left its mark on my soul.