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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

old post: response to "night"

Description was in response to the holocaust book, "Night" by Elie Wiesel. Please pardon any grammatical mistakes as this was written last year.


"Lost with No Sight.

As Night draws to a close with its powerful yet simplistic ending, Elie suffers the loss of his father, the link to the past. Attached is a photograph taken recently.
Elie represents the girl crossing the street. There are many dangers and precautions before crossing, such as the factors of hunger and keeping his stamina up. The girl wears white. White is the color of innocence, and so in this picture her clothes symbolize the purity of the Jews, that they had done no wrong. The girl appears lost, as Elie is lifeless with no sight of hope.
As you look a bit farther, note the approaching car. It brings danger. We know the driver’s intention that he wants to reach the other side and keep going along the street, planning to achieve this as quickly as possible. This is similar to the German’s goal of genocide. They wish to reach their main objective as quick and efficiently as possible and therefore ignore those standing in their way by running over them.
As car accidents occur each day, all the victim is able to see is a flash of a blinking life and it’s all over. Of course, the killings of the Jews were not accidents, but the Nazis do send out a blinking alert of their arrival with the hushed rumors among the citizens of towns. In the beginning, Moshe the Beadle was that light for the Hungarian town where Elie came from. He blinked, blared out words repeatedly, but no one took head of this and zoom, those who did not run, vanished.
However in the photo, notice that the girl is looking towards the car as she is caught by the illumination of the lights. Elie unlike the others in the beginning believe Moshe the most, yet still like the girl has not taken action and moved to safety. Also near the end, Elie is at his limits when his father dies and described that everything after could not touch him anymore.
All around are the deep dark trees that hover over the scene. This is the darkness that waits patiently and are his thoughts of continuing with the evil surrounding him. There is only one tree different from the rest; the birch tree, white one. That one represents Elie’s most personal inner thoughts, such as the one of survival, referring to the block leader’s advice. In one scene the block leader, advised Elie to not give his father his ration but eat it himself for he had more potential to live as it was every man for himself in this situation. Morally, Elie refused to do this for he could not bear to part with his father or “betray” him in any way, but he knew the right decision.
“He was right, I thought in the most secret region of my heart, but I dared not to admit it.”
Finally, the sky appears glowing. The sun is the prisoner’s ray of hope, but often the clouds cover up this hope. Yet somehow, the sky will clear or that hope, sunray will shine through as Night concludes."

----5/8/07

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Also if anyone is curious, the actual picture was taken of my former friend crossing the street in such an odd way...

-lilxerica

Sunday, April 27, 2008

older poetry: tennis team :)


Tennis Team :)

Tennis for me
and for you

I have two rackets

and other equipment too
Won't you play

on this sunny day

or sit around
and loathe til noon

Remember it's
only
Tennis for me
and for you.


-summer '07

-lilxerica

Saturday, April 26, 2008

random quote: tears



"Tears are words
the heart cannot express."

Sunday, April 20, 2008

random poetry: peaches



Peaches
are amazing.
Sweet in taste.

Perfect,
tended in the cold.
Stories inspired

by their
appearance.
fuzzy, round and smooth.
James feasted
on them.*
Girls bounded with them.**
The scent is pleasant in the air.
Fresh,
delightful, and
new,
peaches are superior to any fruit.


-lilxerica


*"James and the Giant Peach"
**"Peaches" and "The Secret of Peaches"

Monday, April 7, 2008

older poetry: love's definition


define love for me please.


love is hard to understand perfectly


love is hard to know thoroughly


love is unbearable to lose


love is trickling to my skin


love is feeling emotion undescrible


love is the blush on my face



love is the laughter from our mouths


love is-

you.



7/26/06

-lilxerica

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

event: april fool's

Happy April Fool's Day!

Through all the jokes and pranks pulled out today on this quite odd holiday (I'm not even sure if you would call it one. It's not at all secular.), there is one that stands out the most. One of my teachers told us one in particular that he pulled on his wife years ago, but still gives a fresh laugh each time he recalls the prank. It's the one about oreos, everyone's favorite milk dunker cookie. You basically carefully open the cookie ends and carefully replace the vanilla icing with baking soda toothpaste. After doing this to his wife, the couple teamed up together and prepared a whole new batch of "oreos" for a group of friends they invited over one day. I remember him enthusiastically telling us about he and his wife woulf pick up the normal oreo cookies from the bottom of the cookie platter, and offer their visitors the others. When they took a cookie, I could just imagine my teacher and his wife feigning to be nonchalant, but secretly anticipating the wild look of their victims. Mmmm quite amusing to hear and imagine the results. Just a warning though, only play this prank on people you know well that can take a joke with good humor or you'll have one less of a friend and a bunch of oreos thrown at ya. ;D

Sit tight for possibly a batch of fluorine filled oreos next year!


-lilxerica
acceptance

You just can't hold on forever.
Giving up something you held
so dearly is tough, but manageable.
We all have to move on.
Right?

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