In the Romantic Era, there were Dickinson, Whitman, and many more but none can compare to Edgar Allan Poe. Poe has one particular story which shows his credentials as an author. “The Black Cat” demonstrates different elements of the Romantic Period. He cuts straight to the point and immediately gives us insight into what will take place in this particular story. Although Poe was a very disturbed man his writing quality is undeniable. Poe himself was a complete master of appealing to the imagination; therefore best demonstrates the qualities of an author during the Romantic Period.
The plot of “The Black Cat” is long, detailed and gruesome. He describes to us how the cat turns quickly from a best friend to a worst enemy. Days pass and suddenly he rips the eyes of the cat out. Later on he fastens a knife straight through the cat and into a wall. Of course, he ends up of course killing the black cat. (Not to mention he kills his wife in the process.) The plot of this story shows how innocence is lost and sometimes in life there is really nothing to celebrate as other authors in the Romantic Period want us to believe. These are these insane plot twists where in the end guilt does not get him. For his insane plot twists, Poe deserves the title “Best author of the Romantic Period.”
Edgar Allen Poe has something no other author has- exemplary style. In the Black Cat he turns more and more violent with the cat. It becomes obvious very soon that the cat will not survive this torment he is undergoing. It is quite amazing at his acute ability to foreshadow while still making the story interesting. His small steps of murdering the wife and the cops coming after she goes missing send a wave of lack of conscience for the man. For his style techniques, he is indubitably the author that best demonstrates writing style of the Romantic Era.
The final thing that is remarkable about Edgar Allan Poe’s appeal to the imagination is his vivid imagery. In “The Black Cat” he has such a well developed relationship with the cat, that we would never think that the cat would become a symbol of death. “Pluto -this was my cat’s name- was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me whenever I was about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could not prevent him from following me through the streets.” Here we get this loving relationship between the cat and the man. Then it turns to dark. “- a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might has arisen from Hell. ….I aimed a blow at the animal; this blow went to my wife.” So he kills his wife. After accidentally hitting her arm, he decides to go all the way and takes the ax to her head. The death of his cat follows. This is so spine tingling to hear. This is the final example of how wonderful an author Edgar Allan Poe is for the Romantic Era.
Edgar Allan Poe best demonstrates the qualities of an author in the Romantic Era. His skills in style, plot and imagery all show this. His vivid descriptions and eerie plot twists all show all the more what a talented author he is. The subtle and the clear combine to form one product and this is usually amazing. The work I have explained previously contains the quality of appeal to the imagination. To Poe I have this to say, awesome job – you are the best author of the Romantic Era. Your combination of eerie and harsh truths proves that you truly are the best there is in this Era.
I want to reflect on this piece and decide: Is Poe king of the Romantic Era?
What do you think?
An Open Letter
Dear Mr. Trump,
How many times do we have to see you doing this? The mean tweets were a hallmark of your campaign, and began a new dark part of American History. Your wife promised to fight Cyber-bullying as first lady but it seems you are doing just that -bullying. There are so many huge, pressing issues in today’s world. There always have been. But the threat of North Korea is becoming more real. Threats of terrorism as England and other countries experience unimaginable pain loom and we need a leader who is capable of facing that enormous burden with dignity. When you said you didn’t realize how hard being a president is, some hoped you would change your fear mongering and scare tactics, but you haven’t. After attacking a female host of MSNBC, which is just added to a long list of inappropriate behavior you gear towards women, you continue to tweet, damaging not only our view of you but the world’s view of you. We don’t need a bully in the White House. We need a leader and a man of class. A man who wants to make positive changes. There is the healthcare disaster bill that you are pushing so hard that the thought of it overwhelms most Americans. Millions of people would lose healthcare if it passed. That and the North Korean threat are only two of so many issues you should be focused on instead of what the media says about you. Furthermore, besides freedom of speech is there some truth to Mika saying you are damaging Democracy? John Adams once said “If national pride is ever justifiable or excusable it is when it springs, not from power or riches, grandeur or glory, but from conviction of national innocence, information, and benevolence.” When will you put aside glory for the good of the American people? So many times I thought, this is the final straw he has to change. I say this is a cause of action. What will be the final, final straw Mr. Trump? What will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and gives you a realization that everything has to change?
A concerned citizen
I’m on the bridge to somewhere
and I carry as I go
A present, a scarf, and a golden locket
trembling through the open snow
I’m on the bridge to somewhere
and careful as I am
I rip my jacket against the branches
running faster, damn
I’m on the bridge to somewhere
and as I run along
I realize something’s very wrong
On the bridge to somewhere I wrap my scarf around my neck
Running just a half mile further
To where we said we’d meet
What the heck?
So I finally reach that somewhere
The fool he’s standing five feet ahead
Kind of makes me wish I never got out of bed.
I throw the locket
deep into the sparkly white
the snow that has covered the earth
and everything in sight
I return the present
now we’re inches apart
I know I will regret this
so I turn to leave
Then I have him grabbing
tugging at my sleeve
I don’t want any words
to escape my mouth so I run and trip
Trying very hard to grow up and get a grip
Then the blizzard starts again and everything is right
Wet, cold, and sad but sparkly and white
Maybe we weren’t right for each other
But why do I feel this way inside?
I felt like if I saw you,
Part of me would want to hide
I wouldn’t want to be around
A person I loved so much
But when I tried to be close to you
It seemed you didn’t want my touch
After all the things that have happened,
The new guys, the dates
For some reason it’s for you I wait
Is it a mistake that I want to see you again
One more time
To know for sure that
That you would change on a dime
Is not realistic
But why do I miss you so much sometimes
If we weren’t right for each other?
But oh so passionate
Dream scenarios in my head
Dreaming about hugs, kisses, and cuddling under the stars
Of all the crazy stupid love
Happy joyous reckless hope
That one day days are so wonderful
And nights are a kiss goodnight
Nights are not lonely
More than someone to fill a void
A passionate affair
My Mr. right
Crazy about being crazy in love
I cannot dance to save my life, but I love watching dance and have never seen Swan Lake. You have probably seen hundreds of films, plays, and musicals, but you haven’t experienced anything until you have witnessed Black Swan. Natalie Portman is gripping from start to end. The film is captivating and takes us into Nina’s (Portman’s) world of Dance which we are quick to enter and her mentally ill mind. Masterfully directed by Darren Aronofsky, many angles of this film are ones you consider once the movie is over. It is like a song in your mind and parts of it splash on to you like a hurricane. You cannot look away no matter how disturbing because you want to be side by side with every minute of action and at times you feel that energy. I watched the end in disbelief, knowing it was worth it and that “I felt it, it was perfect.” She wanted it so badly. To become the lead ballerina and the Choice is Swan Lake. We meet Beth, the older dancer who has a horrendous accident the night that Nina has an important dinner presenting her as swan queen to the public. Her teacher is a womanizer and his lexicon is suggestive but Nina wants the Swan Queen role. Enter Mila Kunias. Lily who has emotions “she’s not faking it” says the teacher, Tom. They are told the story of the black Swan and Nina is chosen to the anger and jealous of other dancers. It is assumed that Nina is having liaisons with Tom. His nefarious behavior or kissing her and groping her is despicable, a man we love to hate. She is this look of fear that never really goes away. She has no role model.
I was taken aback by her mother’s disturbing influence. Her mother has Nina under her watchful eye and it is alarming to see that while Nina is self- mutilating, her mother just is drugged out in the other room. The little music box plays and sends our protagonist into dreams with the dark, devilish prince that causes her to awake in fright. The male teacher in charge of the company suggests that Nina touch herself, but hurting herself is something Nina begins to fancy. The clothes are extravagant and the film has amazing graceful ballet. It explores a dark side. Nina is falling apart and I can’t help but want to put myself through the screen and hug her. It appears that it is too late for that as The White Swan Nina plays masterfully. It is the black Swan that troubles her and fogs her mind. There are many aspects of this film that you don’t know if they actually occurred or not. Her having sexual intercourse with Lily after lily puts a drug in her drink to let her “roll”. Also, when her mom takes the door knob away and tells Nina she called and said Nina wasn’t well, Nina gets out of the apartment or rather storms out. It is opening night. Here she has a scene with Lily that I will never forget.
Have you ever wanted something so badly that you would cross the line for reaching it? This dream she has had for so long is her moment! No one can swoop up and steal her precious time that she slaved away practicing and bleeding in the name of ballet. Perhaps Lily, the new girl, embodies the qualities of the black swan. This film teaches and shows us the dark element of dance. I would never want to dance or have dreams like Nina. It takes you far past the edge into this world of obsession and madness that Nina cannot turn away from. What I love about this film is that there isn’t time and money and talk about the weather as things that bother you or make you stop and question things. It’s organic in the way it chooses to alarm and electrify your very being. Amid her woes you see that see loves dancing and it is everything to her. This lavish, decadent life she receives a glimpse of but on the downward spiral I want to scream but know it is too late. It’s over before you can help or see anyone who can. Truly it sways and rocks you into a troubled slumber of your own. Not for the weak of heart, I recommend Black Swan to anyone who has ever had a challenge in their life and given up or grown obsessed with that very challenge.
I’m scared of the dark
And who might be lurking there
I’m scared of going outside at night
And finding someone hiding there
I’m scared of storms
I’m scared of planes
I’m scared when hail
Comes down when it rains
I fear tomorrow
I fear today
I fear that I will waste away
From all this fear
I’m scared of running
Running so fast
That I’ll be at the
Edge of the Earth
And run right past
I wish that you’d come
To hold me at last
But I hope you
Don’t come to me
Because more than the
Planes or stalkers killing me
I’m afraid of your mind games,
Afraid of you hurting me
I fear this more than anything
My heart will never heal
With these feelings
I will always be left alone to deal
All I want is an explanation, a reason
Of why, why you’ve ripped my heart to shreds
And left me here to cry