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.
As I sprint through the hall, he follows.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
As my heels clack against the marble floor, he follows.
As my breath comes faster, he follows.
As I turn around slowly, I continue to run, he follows.
He is close to me now, he whispers my name.
He breathes heavily, and laughs maniaclly.
He stomps against the floor, harder, as he reaches for his pocket.
He smiles, small, straight white teeth gleam with insanity.
I begin to slow, my ribs are burning, my muscles ache, my mind is spinning, my eyes are crying...
He embraces me softly, gently, lovingly.
I tense, my muscles can't take much more, he's too strong, I'm too weak.
His grip tightens now, as he holds a switch blade to my throat, he begins to cry.
I also begin to cry, as his grip loosens, I fall to the marble floor, still sobbing.
He also falls, still sobbing, he drops the blade, and screams.
Across the spreading darkness cold,
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I baciare her Frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
da morning, I will be gone.
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I baciare her Frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
da morning, I will be gone.
This is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it from my heart, mind, body, and soul. I hope te like it. commento if te can. :)
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
te were supposed to be a father to me.
te were supposed to Amore me.
te were supposed to care.
Yet, te didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to Amore their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
te were supposed to be a father to me.
te were supposed to Amore me.
te were supposed to care.
Yet, te didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to Amore their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An ora to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
o the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that anno da year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
orso through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An ora to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
o the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that anno da year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
orso through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would te do?
Would te cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
o go into silence until the very end...
Would te Amore the ones te hate the most o be the person te hide?
Would te pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would te try and keep the sun from setting as your last giorno ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else te say as te close your eyes.
When te stare into my eyes
What do te see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and mostra the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do te see that in my eyes?
Do te see me?
It's amazing what te can hide
Just da putting on a smile.
What do te see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and mostra the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do te see that in my eyes?
Do te see me?
It's amazing what te can hide
Just da putting on a smile.