Shelby Gray
Essay #3
1/23/13
Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the cuore until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention of many people from many backgrounds around the world. "Fall
of the House of Usher", is a short story that dipicts Poe's true essence. A story of
madness, horror, and evil, yet, this single story has been brought to life on the big sceen
as well as on paper.
Movies are often adapted form their novel based origin, and "Fall of the House of
Usher", wasn't about to break that tradition. Though there were many simalarities, there
were also multiple differences. As in the short tale told on paper, the movie begins in a
dark and dreary place parallel to Poe's typical scenes. The shrubs are shrivled, the trees
are dead, and a great mist covers the entire vacinity. An old, quaking house sets in the
midst of it all. This is the house of Usher. The opening settings of both the movie and
the story were undeniably similar to one another. Small differences may have found their
way into the movie's, backgrounds and special effects, yet overall, the film's base was
identical to the original idea of the author's conscience.
The characters, on the other hand were not developed quite the same way as the
modelle for them, stemming from the book. The film contained the same basics of the
character's personalities, yet lacked in the growth of the cast and changed the
backgrounds of the main traveler. In the story, the reason the traveler was urged to
make his way to the Usher estate, was for a dear friend, Mr. Usher. The two characters,
initialy, don't know of one another in the adapted film. Instead, the traveler comes to
see Madaline who he claims he's in Amore with. Madaline is rarely seen and "dies" quickly
in the first story, but is alive throughout most of the film. Either way, Madaline was the
main focus of both stories, whether she lay dead o alive.
There were many differences in the characters, but many più in the plot
summary. Though the idea of "evil lingers" is still present, the building blocks of the
idea had been switched when the movie came about. The tiniest of components, such
as, the tale that was read to Mr. Usher towards the end of the short story, made a
dramatic scene fit for a poet shuch as Poe, were cut out of the film and replaced with
much shorter less, dramatic instances. The story read to Mr. Usher was an element
originaly intended to make a mark on the reader's cuore and leave te looking over your
shoulder for days with the notion that the story was unfolding in his letto time story as it
was in real life, while the movie clipped out such a scene.
Films in the 70's were harshly critizized and thought to need much romance to
servive, so it's no surprise that there were many unecissary bits and clips of nothing but
romance between the traveler and Madiline. The short story had nothong of the sort and
when the main traveler arrives at the manor, he dosn't even know of her. The bonds
were intended to be stonger between Mr. Usher and The traveler, instead of the other
way around, yet for the sake of drawing a dramatic crowd for the film, the adaptive
version had to contain those bonds.
Whether it be broken bonds o simply scrambled relationships, the film version of
"Fall of the House of Usher", has it's disagreements with the original short story written
da Poe himself. Either way te like it ,anyone can enjoy either version for generations to
come, because "Fall of the House of Usher" is a classic that will be around for years to
come.
Essay #3
1/23/13
Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the cuore until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention of many people from many backgrounds around the world. "Fall
of the House of Usher", is a short story that dipicts Poe's true essence. A story of
madness, horror, and evil, yet, this single story has been brought to life on the big sceen
as well as on paper.
Movies are often adapted form their novel based origin, and "Fall of the House of
Usher", wasn't about to break that tradition. Though there were many simalarities, there
were also multiple differences. As in the short tale told on paper, the movie begins in a
dark and dreary place parallel to Poe's typical scenes. The shrubs are shrivled, the trees
are dead, and a great mist covers the entire vacinity. An old, quaking house sets in the
midst of it all. This is the house of Usher. The opening settings of both the movie and
the story were undeniably similar to one another. Small differences may have found their
way into the movie's, backgrounds and special effects, yet overall, the film's base was
identical to the original idea of the author's conscience.
The characters, on the other hand were not developed quite the same way as the
modelle for them, stemming from the book. The film contained the same basics of the
character's personalities, yet lacked in the growth of the cast and changed the
backgrounds of the main traveler. In the story, the reason the traveler was urged to
make his way to the Usher estate, was for a dear friend, Mr. Usher. The two characters,
initialy, don't know of one another in the adapted film. Instead, the traveler comes to
see Madaline who he claims he's in Amore with. Madaline is rarely seen and "dies" quickly
in the first story, but is alive throughout most of the film. Either way, Madaline was the
main focus of both stories, whether she lay dead o alive.
There were many differences in the characters, but many più in the plot
summary. Though the idea of "evil lingers" is still present, the building blocks of the
idea had been switched when the movie came about. The tiniest of components, such
as, the tale that was read to Mr. Usher towards the end of the short story, made a
dramatic scene fit for a poet shuch as Poe, were cut out of the film and replaced with
much shorter less, dramatic instances. The story read to Mr. Usher was an element
originaly intended to make a mark on the reader's cuore and leave te looking over your
shoulder for days with the notion that the story was unfolding in his letto time story as it
was in real life, while the movie clipped out such a scene.
Films in the 70's were harshly critizized and thought to need much romance to
servive, so it's no surprise that there were many unecissary bits and clips of nothing but
romance between the traveler and Madiline. The short story had nothong of the sort and
when the main traveler arrives at the manor, he dosn't even know of her. The bonds
were intended to be stonger between Mr. Usher and The traveler, instead of the other
way around, yet for the sake of drawing a dramatic crowd for the film, the adaptive
version had to contain those bonds.
Whether it be broken bonds o simply scrambled relationships, the film version of
"Fall of the House of Usher", has it's disagreements with the original short story written
da Poe himself. Either way te like it ,anyone can enjoy either version for generations to
come, because "Fall of the House of Usher" is a classic that will be around for years to
come.
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If te don't like this poem just sposta on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do te constantly check the mirror?
Why do te constantly flaunt your body?
Why do te constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
te live for attention. te live to view. te live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
te can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do te constantly check the mirror?
Why do te constantly flaunt your body?
Why do te constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
te live for attention. te live to view. te live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
te can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane
Rotting fading some would say dying
Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, secondo digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the Amore gone
Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves
Your roommate's a killer? te went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass da undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives
We live in a human world filled with savage beast
Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray
Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse
Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for risposte from the silent
Slowly fading dying losing all humanity
Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur
Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor
Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant
Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps
jj9/1983
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? te should be, Now I want te to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the più fun :)
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? te should be, Now I want te to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the più fun :)
and yet, so loud to your ears.
In the imagination of your thoughts
te feel the magic as if it's real,
and yet it's part of your life.
People shall judge.
People shall remember.
These mistakes you've made
shall label te for the rest of your life.
People shall judge.
And this whisper is too loud,
it never goes away.
The whipping body can not
be repaired,
'cause people always judge.
Hypocrisy of the society
shall always be present,
thus their sight shall never see
the failures they made.
But people shall judge.
People shall laugh.
Forgive your past,
forgive yourself,
forgive me
and I shall forgive you.
I'll find te on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.
listening her preferito song
over and over again...
Her head is full of thoughts.
She won't share with anybody but paper...
She's alone,
no matter if
there's somebody around.
She's alone
with her thoughts,
trying to get away,
to suppress the dark side
of her soul,
to kill every dark thought
that travels through her mind...
And remember,
dream is just a fantasy,
te won't escape from your fear,
te won't find your cure
dreaming of better days...
And she cries
only when she's alone,
so nobody can hear,
and she prays for the giorno
when the Sun will shine again,
the giorno when
she will feel the joy of life,
the purpose will be bright...
In memories of your life
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.
You've died
you've died inside.
Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.
In cerca of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.
You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.
Crashed and bitter
te die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.
You've died
you've died inside.
Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.
In cerca of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.
You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.
Crashed and bitter
te die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cuore is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cuore can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope te understand...
Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every giorno brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
te thought I'd Lost you, I bet
But te were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to baciare me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
da the hour, da the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let te go
But there's one thing te should know
No matter where te are
No matter what te do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every giorno brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
te thought I'd Lost you, I bet
But te were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to baciare me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
da the hour, da the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let te go
But there's one thing te should know
No matter where te are
No matter what te do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
has been labeled da darkness.
Your birth is your death.
te have died a thousand times
in your heart,
death shines in your eyes,
following te like a limpet.
You've died,
though te still breathe,
but life is just a shadow
of your past,
te don't see the life.
Your road is spiny,
hope is smothered and distant
to your sight.
You're on the road,
but this road is your life,
and this life is a burden of
your fate,
and past never dies until te die.
Your road is full of thorns,
empty and abandoned,
like your heart,
like your life.
The giorno of your birth
has been labeled
da darkness.
It's everywhere te look,
you're on this road alone
and this road is the burden
of your fate,
past never dies until te die.
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my
Lost strifes!
See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will mostra you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.
That peace,
well-known
to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.
Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my
faith.
Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.
Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles
tirelessly,
though
fading...
Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with
sorrow.
The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.
Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable
words,
those are prayers,
unseen
dreams,
fear lives within.