The Closet
Wolfgang knew about his father's past. It wasn't talked about much, but
when it was, Wolfgang's mouth would perspire saliva and he would swallow it with
fear. His past scared him, scared him so much one time while listening a small
puddle began to form around his left leg.
His father had never hit him or anything. His friends, they all got the
belt, slap across the butt. Wolfgang tried to explain to them the stories, but
they all thought he had it easy. The stories consisted of a kid, a non
descriptive child. Wolfgang guessed it was supposed to be his dad. The stories
were of the same idea, of a kid being bad and getting punished for it. But they
weren't your butt slapping punishments like all the other kids got. They were
kids locked away in basements for the rats to eat, getting sold on the street to
dirty men, things to the degree only the grotesque mind could imagine such a
horror.
But when Wolfgang was really menacing or his dad was drunk he would tell
the story of the kid in the closet. The kid in the closet story scared Wolfgang
so much he wouldn't dare get near one.
The night had fallen and the dealers came out just after dusk, so Wolfgang
moved his toys from the corner and walked up the apartment stairs. As his little
twelve year old legs climbed the steps, he had to pass the bums that lay cold on
the steps with their bottles of liquor. Once to the top of the staircase he
passed a late dealer, and headed toward his home.
As Wolfgang reached to the door it swung open nearly swiping off his arm.
"What the hell do you think your doing out this late?" It was his father, again
in a drunken state. "Get your ass in here!" he grabbed Wolfgang by the ear and
pulled in him.
"You know what use to happen to me when I was a kid?" he asked.
"Not the closet, please no." Wolfgang pleaded with him. He didn't want to
hear it one more time, or not ever again.
" Oh you want to hear about the kid in the closet?" he took time to say
it with ease and in such a matter that it scared Wolfgang so much he began to
beg.
"No, no, please, please don't, anything, whip me like the other boys,
anything." He couldn't hold back the tears.
Wolfgang's crying only worsened the scene and his father picked him up by
Throughout history there have been many poets and some have succeeded while other didn’t have the same luck. But in history e.e. Cummings has stunned people with his creativity and exposure to the real world and not living in the fantasy people imagine they live in. Cummings was a great poet, and was able to make his own way of writing while he was also involved greatly in the modernist movement. But he demonstrates all his uniqueness in all and every poem, delivering people with knowledge and making them see the world with different eyes as in the poem “Since feeling is first”.
O’Brien wrote The Things They Carried layering themes on top of themes, but what makes it amazing is the way he presents these themes. Every single one intertwined with another. Burdens. Truth. Death. The soldiers carried their burdens and the death of their friends and enemies, and they live on as storytellers telling their war stories, but can there really be a true war story?
O’Brien shows that imagination can help us do things that could not be done in real life. According to Tobey Herzog, “O’Brien invents a soldier-author narrator, also named Tim O’Brien, to tell stories of his life and Vietnam War experiences, to relate war stories told to him by other soldiers, and to comment on the art of storytelling…” (104). Tobey Herzog is saying that O’Brien was able to invent another version of himself in the novel so he would be able to tell stories of his life and also other characters’ life stories. O’Brien tries to invent something that he has never done before. When O’Brien got drafted to the war, he did not want to go. He uses his story chara...
Throughout Tim O’Brien’s novel, The Things They Carried, a plethora of stories are told concerning the lives of a select number of soldiers in and out of the Vietnam War. In his writing, O’Brien also conveys his own thoughts on the art of storytelling and the nature of stories themselves. In these passages, O’Brien provides a detailed analysis of the challenges of storytelling, the effects of time on memory, the role of imagination in storytelling, the reason for retelling a story, and a story’s purpose and process for the reader.
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In the book “The Things They Carried”, O’Brien uses imagery, figurative language and repetition to convey his message. O’Brien’s purpose for story telling, is to clear his conscience of war and to tell the stories of soldiers who were forgotten by society. Many young men were sent to war, despite opposing it. They believed it was “wrong” to be sent to their deaths. Sadly, no one realizes a person’s significance until they die. Only remembering how they lived rather than acknowledging their existence when they were alive.
Every ancient society and civilization has creation myths that were passed down and keep alive throughout the passing of time by word of mouth. These myths are the world’s oldest stories and are vital to these cultures because they explain their beginnings and give purpose to their existence. By analyzing and interpreting different creation myths it becomes easier to understand different cultures and their connections and relationships with heir beliefs and god(s).
This source is reliable because it provides all the information needed to write a biography on E.E. Cummings. It has an author’s biography, poem text, poem summary, themes, style, historical content, and a critical overview. It gives a brief summary of each line of the poem, so I have a clear understanding of what the poem means. This poem displays Edwards’s poetic innovations that distinguish his verses. Two of Cummings most significant contributions to modern poetry were word play and unusual spatial arrangement.
Cummings, E. E. Poems 1923 ‚ 1954. New York : Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1926.
My favorite place in my mother’s house is the dining room. Every year, my mother’s house is chosen, by all of our family members, to host the holiday dinners and parties because of how elegant her dining room is.
Nowadays, everyone has a comfortable place to escape from reality. We all need this place because we sometimes need to get away from people’s disturbance and want to be disconnected with the modern grind. The most inimitable place for me is my room in Hong Kong. Back in Hong Kong, I really enjoyed hanging out with my friends in my room. My bed, the temperature, memories of sadness, and joy I experienced in my room will always in my heart.
Standing a mere three feet tall at most, it guards the door of my bedroom as a silent sentry. Its dual levels have been incessantly reordered to house each item in an aesthetic and efficient manner. The faded brown of the wood highlights the array of bright covers that lay at the front, patiently waiting to be withdrawn and analyzed once more. This humble bookcase is the crowning jewel of my personal space. The walls are lined with a diverse selection of truly enthralling books, all penned by arguably the most astute minds of all time. The knowledge of centuries lies at my finger tips, breathlessly hungering for me to turn the pages and absorb its riches.
Do you ever wonder why certain places mean so much to certain people? When I think of my bedroom, I realize why some people are touchy about who goes in their room or who has been touching things in their home, it is because those things are important to them and may have some meaning. Places like my bedroom are places where we can relax and be comfortable and I think that is why it is important to people, because we can be ourselves and feel comfortable, we can also just sit down and rest our bones and relax. Another important reason is we can go there when we want privacy, we can just shut our door, maybe even lock it, and tell everyone in our household not to bother us. Also our rooms hold most of our personal belongings and those things are important to us and we do not want anyone else to touch them or in some cases go near them.
My house is quite large. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, two living rooms, a dining room, a special games room and a big front and back garden.