The Memories Of The Tape Recorder 's Message

His unique ability to tell stories and enable the listener to travel along his journey was exceptional. However, like a painting he could

Finally looking at them he stared and slowly placed the paper at the top of his cluttered desk, turning to the two men and sighed the first words, "More of this madness.” Gazing out the window he continued, “For months this town has been unsettled and upset because of these damn requests and these damn ships. Were you present yesterday at the fight at the waterfront?” They shook their head no. “Over the most unbelievable thing,” he shook his head as if scolding school boys. “It seems that one of the sailors, a questionable man he must be, to go on this voyage and perhaps with a bit too much drink in him, told your Captain that,” here the shop keeper played the part of a drunk, “Aye, the 'La Gallega' was a most awkward ship for such a voyage!”

His writing style is poetic, fluctuating between short and concise to long, organic, and flowing sentence structures. For example, he utilizes short, concise sentence structures to imitate the quick fluttering of the hummingbird’s flying patterns: “Consider the hummingbird for a long moment. A hummingbird's heart beats ten times a second. A hummingbird's heart is the size of a pencil eraser. A hummingbird's heart is a lot of the hummingbird (273)”. In contrast to the short, concise sentences, he uses the opposite effect when describing the heart of the blue whale. Instead, he uses long sentences and traditional words that are separated by commas to force his readers to read slowly and deliberately: “. . . for next to nothing is known of the mating habits, travel patterns, diet, social life, language, social structure, diseases, spirituality, wars, stories, despairs, and arts of the blue whale (274).” He also uses other methods to evoke feeling from his readers.

The humidity and stench were overwhelming, but I kept thinking and reminding the children that it was going to be all worth it. I had only seen a few familiar faces, but most of them I had never seen before in my life. Before the first night ended, Maribel and the children had made a few friends on the ship. It was a good way to make the voyage go by faster, for when they were at play everything seemed to go faster.

Cash also demonstrates numerous shifts in both the tone and the mood of her work related to the events highlighted in the memories she recalls within her work. In the beginning of the piece, Cash quickly presents this statement to the reader: “I ate my way through a new bag each day, tossing the peels in the flames as I rocked. The bitter, wild aroma of singed oranges cut into the somber iciness of the room, and soothed me. It was my personal statement against the chill.”

Using complex ideas, a writer can charm the reader into listening to what point they are trying to make. Robert Hass acts as if he is casually talking to someone at a coffee shop in his creation “Meditation at Lagunitas.” His idea on how “all the new thinking is about loss” and “in this it resembles all the old thinking,” resembles the similarity that new and old thinking are exactly the same. But how does this help the reader listen? Well, Hass’s tone and

Therapist Dan: “How are you feeling today? Have you thought about what we discussed last week?”

He sat like that, alone in a world gone brittle and suddenly still breathed. He didn’t notice the light creeping on the karsts in Orphic tendrils of deep blues, moody purples, and blistering red-gold. Dismissed the blood, sweat, and warpaint smudging

“Laugh all ye want dear brother, if ye talked to Torin, ye would have heard ‘twas all that and much more. Over two stories high, with walls of sliding glass which opened to a view of the beach and ocean. A rooftop patio fur soaking up the sun and the viewing beautiful females walking along the shore.”

By using phrases such as, “In his blue gardens…. among the whisperings (Line 1-2)” and, “pyramid of pulpless halves (Line 10)”, the author creates stunning and almost realistic images in the reader’s mind, as if the reader were present at that party. Phrases such as “pyramids of pulpless halves” show the amount of money and time spent into making fresh juices using fresh fruits for the plethora of guests. The use of beautiful auditory imagery also becomes evident when the author uses phrases such as, “two motor boats slit the waters of the Sound”. This creates a scene where extravagant motor boats are arriving and while doing so, create their signature loud growling noises.

According to Clive Thompson in Smarter than You Think, "failed networks kill ideas" (Thompson 61). Correspondingly, in A Temporary Matter by Jhumpa Lahiri, Shukamar and Shoba experience a power outage for four days, during which the true failure of their marriage is revealed; in other words, their failed network (electricity) kills the pretense of their marriage – a stale idea. The outage forces the couple to remember and assess the reality of their situation: the death of their child as the root of their marital discord. The absence/failure of technology (in the form of electricity) in A Temporary Matter forces Shukamar and Shoba to acknowledge and consequently resolve their seemingly forgotten failure of a marriage; their recognition suggests technology 's pervasive – perhaps subconscious – power over our cognitive memories.

Within every 20 steps he would hear someone call out an enthusiastic, “Aye Enzo” to which he’d reply, “What’s good my man?” Enzo was walking about with his confident stride, looking around and enjoying the bustle of New Yorkers around him when he saw her. He was completely awestruck, he had never seen anyone like her. She was looking around the city with such sheer curiosity that adventurous wonder radiated off of her. Her hair was the color of lavender, he could practically smell the lavender from down the street, it made him feel at peace. Yet, at the same time his heart felt like it was beating harder and harder with every thump thump, as if it were trying to jump straight out of his chest and run towards her. Enzo strained his neck to keep her in sight, but a swarm of heads were in his way, the bustle that he once admired seemed to annoy him. He didn’t want to see anyone but her, talk to anyone but her, or be around anyone but her. She seemed to consume his mind and the entirety of his being, but just as soon as she had appeared, she was

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

The chilled air blew in the outdoor mall, enough to be heard yet quiet enough to not distribute the speech being given. He spoke loud, and with much gusto, he didn’t need a megaphone, his voice had the power to be heard by hundreds. His clean cut attire made him look reasonable and humble, he feared if he didn’t do this, people would see him as ill-mannered and ignore his words. His fine-brushed hair and slick obsidian suit made him stand out from the people in their bundled, heavy and quite frankly, ugly colored coats. He stood high amongst the people to deliver his words yet in his mind, he saw them as equals.

The simplicity and flatness of this one word wounded her. She wanted to get up and walk out, slam the door in his shocked and uncomprehending face, be alone for a long time, for the rest of the time. But which time and when would it end? She couldn’t talk about her father to a virtual stranger, even if he was her traveling companion. One word, unchangeable, and so brutally, callously casual. Yes. He could’ve asked her if she’d had breakfast. If she’d ever sky-dived.