It begins in darkness beyond our modern comprehension that robs you of your very sense of feeling or being. How you might ask, simply because there has yet to be anything but. All at once, a swinging motion takes place, side to side it swings, higher and higher. Sensations begin to birth out of this, and the darkness appears to create something that is not. Light! Though not as constant as what was before, there was blinding split seconds of white. Left and right it swung, with each center of the swinging motion, it was almost as if a mass was lifted and carried, the flashes of white showed these dark outlines of these masses.
A swing to the right, with a mass following close, the white, light, the light flashes. The outline brings a sense
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At its height, there is nothing, no light, no sound, no trees, and no breeze. The lack of breeze created a sensation that was unpleasant, a sense so uncomfortable that, swing, the desire to swing faster is urgent. Water is created in this unpleasant sensation. It is created from your very being. Heat, this sensation was intense heat. As the swing neared the center, the light came nearer, just as you believe all is well, light flashes and a sound so loud accompanies dark mass that is outlined in light. The sound is unlike any other inside the light, a loud piercing screech that makes the desire to stop the swing so great, if only there was a way. The swing centers, and advances towards the right, the light appears bright, and amongst the trees, on the ground, a brown mass, its trunk is opposite the tree, and is upheld by four separate trunks, a small trunk, moving back and forth as this, animal, this cow, a cow, it stands eating the grass. There are multiple animals having appeared, their sounds mixing gracefully with the sounds of, nature, the right would be nature. Again, the desire for the swing to stop was overwhelming, but to no avail, it approached the center balance, and memories of the seemingly invisible mass with brazenly loud sounds replays its horror. Into the darkness it swung deeper into the darkness than ever before, when light flashed and several masses glowed bright, and in seemingly one motion engulfed the swing as screeches and different dialogues continue to play. The light flashes again, and color flashes with it yet goes out with the light, the masses were unspeakable horrors, sharp extremities and standing upright. Even with color, they seemed to be blacked out with lines and blots of colors. The light flashes again and the swing takes notice that it is shaped similar to the horrors with different
I remember once coming to the top of a mountain and finding a meadow that was bare grass except for one tree in the middle -- and from that tree hung a rope swing that looked to have been there for decades.
One day as I was walking along through the tall blades of grass, I came upon a massive figure. I thought to myself, oh just another one of these uninteresting creatures, but this one, this one was different. This one was clad with long flowing hair, and other features that did not fit my ordinary image of these marvelous creatures. I quickly realized it was going to place itself on the ground, and I was in its way. I quickly sprung to safety as the massive creature collapsed where I was previously stationed. How rude, I thought, It ruined the perfect flow of the grass. But I did not ponder too much on it as it was commonplace for these large creatures to land here. By the tree. Next to the water.
While the man is thinking about the wolf and the impact it had on its surroundings, he knows that many people would be afraid of the it. Realizing that something can be both “terrible and of great beauty,” the man's sense of awe is heightened. While laying under the moonlight, the man thinks about the wolf both figuratively and literally running through the dew on the grass and how there would be a “rich matrix of creatures [that had] passed in the night before her.” Figuratively, this represents the wolf running into heaven. However, the man imagining the wolf literally running and the beauty of her free movements across the “grassy swale” creates a sense of awe that he has for the wolf. A wolf running towards someone would be terrifying, but a wolf running with freedom is magnificently beautiful. After imagining this, the man knows that even though wolves can be terrifying, “the world cannot lose” their sense of beauty and
What factors really affect the results of a baseball swing? Is it vision, speed, balance,
The clouds roll by saturated with teardrops, evidence of the burden they carry. Pure blue is wiped from the sky, replaced by a gun-metal gray shot through with a bruised night. The trees shudder with chills as they brace themselves for the downpour. Then, the clouds slow down, dragging themselves forward, bogged down by the weight of their luggage. A few tears spill, darkening the earth at the points of contact. They pause. Should they move on, move just a little bit farther? No, thunder and lightning follow, the first heart-wrenching sob that unleashes torrents of grief. As the clouds above hold each other while they weep, I watch as a small, pink worm pushes through to the surface emerging from the tear-streaked soil. The world rages around him while he tests the air and gathers his bearings. It is not cautious, nor contemplative;
But he pits the experience of human volition against natural processes in saying that swinging does not keep the branches down. Naturally, children don’t swing with the intention of imposing their volition upon a branch; rather, Frost is creating a metaphorical tension between the implications of human will and the balance of nature, which is commonly regarded as static. Although nature is static, the ...
I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face.
There was only water and bare, empty land. In the center of this nothingness was a great mountain. This mountain stood tall and proud and it reached all the way into the heavens. At the very top of this mountain lived a pair of every kind of animal. In the center of this heaven grew a tree. This tree was not just any tree, it was the sacred tree of life, and it was not to be harmed in any way.
change form life to death, and death to life, until from the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me- a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius who had directed their inquires towards the same science, that I alone should be
In the beginning there was only darkness. For many millions of years this darkness remained. There were no stars, no sun, and no earth. But one day something very special happened. The darkness created light. It was a very small amount of light but it was just enough. The light became the husband of the dark. After a long while both the light and the dark became bored. The light began to insult the dark and the light replied with equally harsh insults. "You are not as beautiful as I!" said the light. "Ha! You are much uglier than I!" said the dark.
The duration of this short story is spent by the narrator in his torture chamber, alone and afraid. Only rats accompany the narrator in his cell, still offering no comfort to his soul. “They were wild, bold, ravenous- their red eyes glaring upon me as if they waited but for motionless on my part to make me their prey.” The narrator is undoubtedly driven into melancholy during this deplorable period as he struggles to exist alone. Hiding away in his mind, the narrator questions every sound he hears, fearing it will be his last. Conversations of life and death are held inside the mind of the narrator, as the severity of his situation and isolation drive him mad. As the pendulum starts to approach our main character a struggle of the mind occurs. The narrator begins to weigh the positives and negatives of death. “I prayed-I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy descent. I grew frantically mad, and struggled to force my self upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble. There was another interval of utter insensibility. It was brief, for upon again lapsing into life, I saw that there had been no perceptible descent in the pendulum.” In this selection of text the narrator first wishes for death, asking God to speed the descent of the blade, but
Does the angle of a pendulum increase or decrease its swings per minute and what is the effect of the angle of release of the pendulum on it’s swings per minute? A pendulum is something hanging from a string or chain that when released, swings back and forth because of gravity ( “Academy Pendulums”). The swinging is caused by air resistance going in the opposite direction as the pendulum, making it go back and forth. A bob is the weight at the bottom of the pendulum. When a pendulum is released, it is pulled downward by gravity and accelerates 9.8 meters per second as it falls. When it swings upwards, it loses 9.8 meters per second. When a pendulum goes forward and then back again one time it is called an oscillation. An oscillation
Swing Dance Group 2: Brandon Wong, Robin Massowd, Meredith Seamon, Savannah McEntire, Johannah Robert, Renee Wilson, Kelcie Melino, Kara Shifflett, Natalie Perez, Gabrielle Slais, Arian Shahbazi, Katie Parker. Page Break History: The.. Swing dance, as it is called today, originated in the 1920's when the African American community in Harlem, New York developed the Charleston and Lindy Hop while dancing to contemporary jazz music. In comparison to previous dance styles, swing dance, which is usually done to jazz music, had great and large movements. The Savoy Ballroom, which opened its doors in New York City during 1926, was one of the first places where swing dance came alive to the sounds of swinging jazz music played by the best black bands in Harlem (Heikkila).
An endless space of alternating sleepiness, awakening, drifting, silence and darkness were wrapping me few moments ago. “What is happening to me?”, I wondered silently while shocked by my suddenly tilting universe. I tried to react with any movement just to give a signal of life, a scream for help but I simply couldn’t.
In that split second I saw the world a little differently. I felt as though I had been shot. My mind paused and took a photograph of the view in front of me. I was only able to take one quick vivid photograph in my mind though because it all happened so quickly. The shimmering green grass was blinding my eyes as the strong rays of sunlight beamed down upon the fairway. There was a little gully about fifteen feet from me where there was tall grass that looked like pieces of green and brown string sticking out of the ground. A little patch of grass was missing by the gully to reveal a small sparkling creek that flowed rapidly. There was no wind to blow the strings, so they sat there motionless. I saw the bright green leaves of the trees that were almost completely surrounding me.