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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Rant


Author's Note: This is a short response to "A Clean, Well-lighted Place" by Hemmingway.  You could consider this piece a "rant" of sorts.

Almost everyone can agree that once you read a short story or a novel, you crave a filmed version of the text.  More often than not, the film adaptation is not what you want it to be; it lacks details and overall, it will never be as good as how you pictures it in your head.  Unfortunately, “A Clean, Well-lighted Place” falls into that sort.  When I first read the story, even though I wasn’t 100% certain what the point of the story was, I had a picture in my mind.  The picture in my mind was not even close to the film adaptation.
 
In the story, it says, “…everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light…”.  That exact saying makes me picture an old diner with uncomfortable plastic booths.  I see the old man sitting in the corner booth, facing away from the rest of the diner, and just the old man minding his own business while in the shadows.  The film makers thought differently.  The whole first part of the film is in complete light.  The old man is not sitting in the shadows, he is facing the restaurant, and just in general, he sticks out like a sore thumb.  Not in the meaningful way, either.  It just looks like the man was photo shopped into the frame.  That was the biggest “beef” I had with the film, but in general, it was not at all what I thought it would be.  Very disappointing.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Darkness in the Light

Author's Note: This piece answers the question, "How does Hemingway use light and dark as symbols? How do the shadows fit in?".

I think that in the story, “A Clean, Well-lighted Place”, light and dark symbolize the happy and the sad, the good and the bad, the living and the dead.  The story reads, “It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made…”, the old man sits in the shadows.  He doesn’t want to be noticed, nor does he want to stand out; just blend in.  Often times, sitting in the shadows or the dark means that you are trying to go unnoticed, trying to sit in solitude, or just wither where no one can see you.  The old man goes to the cafĂ© because it is his light, his safe place, but he sits in the shadows because he is so lonely and so depressed.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Oh, the Little Things


In most novels, authors very discreetly add miniscule details that will often times mean so much more later in the book but in which the reader won’t even notice until it is clearly pointed out in black and white.   The little things such as a mockingjay pin, a simple “Thank you, Ma’am”, or even a mocking bird can seem like so little, but they turn out to be something that we didn’t even think of: a reason why Districts are rebelling against the Capitol, the title of the actual story itself, and sometimes, it can hint at the ending of the book.   Besides novels, movies, more often than not, show you certain places, people, possessions, or even ideas that wrap around to make an ending that elicits a sense of relief, awe, terror, curiosity, or pure joy.  Little hints make you realize things that aren’t even written in the book, and they help you understand the characters on a deeper level.  To the naked eye, Atticus Finch just looks like a father that is “…too old for that…” (89), but by reading between the lines and paying attention to the little things, you realize that Jem and Scout really don’t know their own father.

As you grow up, your parents’ past is gradually eased into your knowledge.  A hint here, a story there (usually associated with a learned lesson), but we don’t come into this world with a full understanding of who our parents really are.  When you first dive into Maycomb County in 1933, Scout thinks that her father, Atticus Finch, is just a regular man.  Just a single dad.  Just a lawyer.  Just Atticus Finch.  Scout doesn’t realize that there is so much more to Atticus.  She say’s herself that “Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty”, he “didn’t do anything”, and “he was nearly blind in one eye” (118).  Because the story is told from innocent and unknowing Scout’s point of view, we as readers are shocked as feeble, old Atticus picked up the gun and shot the mad dog.  Is Atticus really who we thought he was?  No.  Atticus is “…the deadest shot in Maycomb County…” (129).

Although Atticus shooting a sick dog does not throw Scout’s world into a raging frenzy, it causes her to take a second look at him.  One night, curiosity gets the better of Jem, Dill, and Scout, and they decide to follow Atticus.  They are taken to town, where they see a “solitary light burning in the distance” (201) and Jem finds it funny that the light is there, because the jail doesn’t have an outside light.  The kids come closer to find Atticus sitting propped against the front door.  Atticus is there to protect Tom Robinson; he is the only one there to protect Tom Robinson.  He is the only good in the bad, he is the only light in the darkness.  Of course, Scout is confused by Atticus’ actions, but maybe one day she realized that Atticus was the only man willing to risk his life for a Negro.

By then, curiosity is slowly creeping its way into Scout’s head.  Does she really know Atticus Finch? He is just her father, but his discreet actions gain him respect.  The kind of respect where you wish you could have his guts to be able to stand alone.  Scout doesn’t realize that her father is such an icon, she doesn’t have the respect for him that the Negros do.  When she is told, “Miss Jean Louise, stand up.  Your father is passin’.” (283), it finally pries open her eyes to reveal the real Atticus Finch.  The comment from Reverend Skyes caught Scout off guard because she didn’t have the respect for him that the Negros had.  It may take her some time to piece the puzzle together, but she certainly has all the pieces to the puzzle.

Atticus Finch said, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it” (39).  If we were to walk around in Atticus’ skin, he was not just a lawyer, just a father, or just Atticus Finch.  He was the man that had to do the dirty work, the man that stood alone, but also the man that deserved a medal or award.  Something to reward his bravery, courage, and unwavering view on the world, even when everyone was against him.  Atticus Finch never gave in, even though if he would have, he would have been accepted by everyone again.  Atticus’ little, unseen acts make him who he is, and they go unnoticed until we walk around in his skin.  He was alone, different, an outcast to some, but by his actions, Atticus Finch was the utmost respected man in Maycomb County.



Wednesday, March 20, 2013

"Friends"

I guess being alone is better than hating the people you are with.  Some people just constantly lie.  Some people tear you down.  Some people break their promises.  Some people screw you over.  Some people stab you in the back.  Some people crave your tears.  They do this to you, yet still have the audacity to call themselves your "friends".  Some people just want to see you crack; they want you to break completely. That is exactly why some people are so alone.  They prefer to be alone, rather than be constantly torn apart by the people that are supposed to be building them up.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

IT


the black blanket surrounds

me
IT wraps itself around
me
IT holds me
down
IT suffocates my
emotions
IT holds me
close
IT hides me from
everyone
sometimes I crawl out of the black blanket
but IT grabs me by the foot and drags me
back
into ITs nothingness
but the blanket is always with me
IT is always there
when everyone else walks out on
me
IT is my
worst enemy
IT is my
downward spiral
but IT is my only
companion

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Heartbeat


All alone, I sit in my room
And I just lay there
Isolated
With each beat of my heart
I recall all the times I wasn't alone
Days on the beach with my best friends
Movie dates with him
Dinner with my family
With each memory 
A painful sadness knocks at my heart's door
Knock knock
Knock knock
Knock knock
Fights
Separation 
Yelling
Shouting, madness, pain, tears, screams
All alone I sit in my room
And I just lay there
With each beat of my heart
I die just a little inside

Questions Pacing Back and Forth Through a Mother's Head


Why won't she come home?
Why won't she talk to me?
Who is she becoming?
What is she hiding from me?
Why do we have to fight?
Why did I have to yell?
Who is comforting her right now?
What have we become?
Why am I such a bad parent?
Is it my fault she is this way?
Why does she shut me out?

Where does she go when she walks out?