The Candid Poem Atrophy

How ironic it is that some people truly do not appreciate what they have or realize a good thing until it is gone? However, many may say that some people have to travel the path of lost and despair to realize the things that are important. Others simple may just live a life of delusion so as to ignore the present and so they miss out on the important things. To be your authentic self one need to be honest with self and for some to arrive to authenticity it may require despair or lost. In this review, the narrator seemed to have an obsession with a self consuming image that is created by using a glass cleaner that creates a promising and vital false outlook that make him very happy in his home. His home has become his refuge in a sense and

The awareness we have of our own mortality, the limitations of our flesh, bound only to our nature through subjective perceptions of value and worth has thus far been the driving force behind philosophy and its exploration of the human experience. My interpretation of Gwen Harwood’s poetry, through the two examples ‘Triste, Triste’ and ‘At Mornington’, is that it appeals to the key concepts of existentialism, namely Despair, and ‘the Other’. Through addressing these key concepts, Harwood’s poetry contends the notions of existential nihilism. In turn, the human experiences of loss and consolation are authenticated through her poetic exploration of the concrete and the abstract realms within those key concepts. Although the statement concerning

For most Quebecers, November 15, 1976 serves as a memorable date that triggered an array of effects that have come to define today’s Quebec. The date marks the Quebec general election in which the Parti Québécois (PQ) led by René Lévesque, defeated the Quebec Liberal Party, led by Robert Bourassa (Gossage & Little, 2012, p. 265). The victory caused many repercussions and reforms in rural zoning, auto protection, and laws on political party funding (Dickinson & Young, 2008, p. 333). Most notably, the triumph left federalists feeling powerless, particularly in Quebec’s English-speaking community, who were very concerned about the possibility of Quebec independence. Moreover, the bringing in of the Charter of the French Language (Bill 101) on August 26, 1977 contributed to the enlarging strain in Quebec’s English-speaking community (Gossage & Little, 2012, p. 266). As a result, a great deal of research has been made on the intense psychological transformations felt by Quebec’s English-speaking communities following the historic election.

So, although not supplying Francophones with schools is not nearly as bad as the aboriginal residential schools, it was still heading in the same direction through wanting to assimilation rather than to embrace the uniqueness of another

If I were asked who the most precious people in my life are, I would undoubtedly answer: my family. They were the people whom I could lean on to matter what happens. Nonetheless, after overhearing my mother demanded a divorce, I could not love her as much as how I loved her once because she had crushed my belief on how perfect life was when I had a family. I felt as if she did not love me anymore. Poets like Philip Levine and Robert Hayden understand this feeling and depict it in their poems “What Work Is” and “Those Winter Sundays.” These poems convey how it feels like to not feel love from the family that should have loved us more than anything in the world. Yet, they also convey the reconciliation that these family members finally reach

Strength does not lie in numbers, but rather in accumulated experiences. Some people choose to live in such a way that every fathomable opportunity is seized, while others bow down to grief and avoid the gift of pleasure out of pure fear. In Sara Teasdale’s poem “Lessons”, she lyrically explores the idea that individuals have a great bounty of life experiences to enjoy. Life is too short and this earth is too plentiful to not take advantage of every unusual and thrilling opportunity, including understanding and facing our rawest emotions. Through diction and personification, Teasdale iterates that opposed to shrinking away from moments in time that may make us uncomfortable, individuals should embrace what they feel and what beauty this earth

SUMMARY: In Kelly Cherry’s poem titled “Alzheimer’s” she describes a man in front of his house who had just returned from the hospital. Cherry writes about the theme of losing a loved one which is shown in the last sentence of the poem. Cherry lists the items in his suitcase and describes the scenery around him. The man then recalls memories he has when he looks at the house. He remembers building the walkway, planting the rhododendron, and driving his truck. He does not, however, remember his wife who is standing in the doorway.

Alzheimer’s is a poem of bitterness and sadness. As the poem goes on she explains the older man’s life and memory. The emotional appeal of the poem really hits you when in line 5 it says, “A book he sometimes pretends to read,”. We take reading and simple task like that for granted. Simple things like this are forgotten once someone gets Alzheimer’s. As the poem continues the events occur where the older man doesn’t even know his own wife. Knowing someone that’s your soul mate, and they don’t even recognize you would be very hard thing to swallow for the wife.

March 26, 2014, I was completely bewildered. I was struggling to decifer the words in our French novel: Candide. My eyes wandered to the window, another sombre day in Rennes, France. The birds perched on the window were even harassing me with their French, singing Cui-Cui. It was still an enigma to me, how I ended up living in France. The year prior all I dreamed of was becoming a professional soccer player, entering into a rigorous academic program in a foreign land was last move any of my family or close friends would have expected from me. (Yet six months later, I was reading my acceptance letter for School Year Abroad: France. )

This story is about my mom when she immigrated to Canada and so, this essay is from her point of view. The one choice that changed my life forever was that our family emigrated from Hong Kong to Canada in 1974. I was only seven years old when my family came to Canada for a job offer but mainly it was for a better life. I had to leave behind many loving family members in Hong Kong. We also left behind our old lives, our home, and our friends. Our journey began when we hopped on a JAL (Japan airlines) jumbo jet on a sixteen-hour flight to Vancouver, British Columbia with a brief stop-over in Tokyo, Japan. Everything looked foreign to us on our arrival. What we hoped in the future was to be able to learn English, to adapt to our

In the first passage the writer Margaret Dulaney expresses that she suffers from worthless days; I find the passage to be relatable to the everyday person looking for their purpose in this world. Dulaney tries to relate to the reader by using this attention grabbing and thought provoking statement, “I wonder if I am the only one who suffers from worthless days.” The passage is spoken in first person; Dulaney begins to tell the reader her personal experience with feeling worthless. Dulaney seems overwhelmed with feeling worthless but she remains optimistic as she waits for her purpose.

The magic of doing things right? Is temptation within redemption immoral? Do we have the right of renewal? I reached the point of no return swimming thru desire. Can you preserve my innocence? Can I escape suffocation? Insanity is a measure of the daily routine. Between the philosophical discourse and the novel, the truth is bloody. My expandable memory falters and I am a capsule of time. Things overflow my being. There is clutter and there is nothing, nothing at all. Silence, noise, peace and noise again. There is no future and no past. Terror, flight, core drilling thru cemented souls, terror again, swimming in your own fluids towards another body. There is a muscular approach. There is leadership without questions. There is no challenge. There is controversy. Nobody falls behind. I am coughing my soul on paper. We have a legacy to preserve; we have truth to be altered. The voice of madness tells me that I have nothing to fear. I lost everything and I am safe now. I can’t explain myself. I am not afraid of my own lyrics anymore. I have no limits and no clues. Who am I? Past flashes, future imperfections, the math of unnecessary words tear at my seams. Wasting words on canvas, dreaming counterpoints to a decaffeinated life, burning for a new

POEMS is an uncommon blood disorder that occurs when there is an overgrowth of plasma cells in the bone marrow. This results in compounds being produced that damage nerves and other parts of the body. POEMS syndrome is mostly found in people over the age of 50. It is also more common to find this syndrome in men rather than in women. POEMS is often confused with other disorders because of similar signs and symptoms. POEMS is an acronym that stands for (P)olyneuropathy, (O)rganomegaly, (E)ndrocrinopathy, (M)onoclonal plasma-proliferative disorder, (S)kin changes. Polyneuropathy is defined as numbness, having a difficult time breathing, and tingling or weakness in legs. Organomegaly is the enlargement

What effects, both short- and long-term the enforcement of European languages had on the students? The long term they returned to the land bearing psychological, emotional, spiritual, and physical burdens that haunted them The pain they bore was invisible and unspoken. Family became frightened children. The trauma that had been visited upon them reduced them to that. They forgot who they were. They struck back vengefully, bitterly, and blindly the long-term ripple effect of the residential

This excerpt comes from the poem “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath, one of the most famous – and infamous – poets of the 20th century. Many of Plath’s poems, such as this one, belong to a particular school of poetry known as Confessional Poetry. With a distinct style all their own, Plath and her fellow Confessional poets will be forever remembered for their brutal honesty, emotionality, and the personal quality of their poems.