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Sooo… I just wrote this short story for English class, any feedback?
But we aren’t; to them we are only machines.
In the darkness of the night, they keep us with the monsters.
Trembling with fear, the operators only come here in their worst nightmares.
To them, I am, but living death.
And a lifeless corpse is my brother.
My “brother” never seemed too different,
If we were human we could have been twins.
Even in death, they will never forget,
That the machines will rule the world.
That was always their worst nightmare,
So they put we, monsters, down.
The monsters made them cringe with fear,
My brother never helped.
When their worst nightmare had come true,
The humans put him down.
We were only ever machines,
Especially in death.
Death can tell a funny story.
Any common monster in heaven may become a saint,
But what becomes of those machines?
What has become of my brother?
It was their fault that we are not human.
That we have become their worst nightmare.
Nightmares are a funny thing,
To a thing living through death.
We are not human, that’s for sure,
But does that make us monsters?
My brother never wanted to admit that he was wrong,
That we are machines working on a track.
Machines, we are.
We live in a world of nightmares all the time.
Brother denied this world we have,
Dear God, please spare his death.
To them, we are but monsters,
The humans that rule us all.
We are machines until death,
Their worst nightmare, monsters stumbling through the dark.
Brother denied the humans, so they “had to put him down.”
Walden Vs. Facebook
A lovely project for my English class!
Continuing to work, I do not think that it is easily accomplished to live today like Walden or Emerson had once lived. True, it is possible to go camping or rid ones self of electronics, I do not know if one could escape it all, rid themselves of all of humanity or technology forever. To live in the mountains in the past is not the same as it is or will become in the future. It will now take much more effort to evade other human beings to the extent that it took Emerson to simply move away. This is why I feel that now, today, it may even be more special when one accomplishes experiencing the wilderness.
DNGGTGN is a poem with an exceedingly long title by a man named Dylan Thomas.
On another note, however, this poem seems so other-worldly to me. Maybe my maturity level about death is a little bit lower than it should be, maybe I’m paranoid. When I think about death, there is nothing gentle about it. As every other line ended with “Rage, rage against the dying of light,” I guess that Thomas must also understand that death is not always “Gentle.”
Whenever I think about death, particularly my own death, I imaging being killed. May it be a car crash, or bring stabbed, death, as serious as a subject as it is, my mind never can truly portray a ‘gentle’ death. On that same subject, ‘old age’ is not a cause of death, it is a condition. When people die ‘gently’ it really just means that they’ve lived longer than their body could handle. Whether their heart has stopped beating first, or they go brain dead before anything else, if ‘old age’ were a cause of death rather than just dying old, then it seems that two people which take care of their bodies equally should live exactly the same amount of time.
But life isn’t fair, and death isn’t either!
<a href=”http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175907“> Here’s the poem if you’re interested. </a> :]
Zelda refused to marry until her fiance had enough money to support her.
The Prince loved her, and she loved him.
Zelda went into an insane asylum thrice, outliving her prince while inside. For each trip, there was one mental outbreak… Until she died in a fire.
Post WWI nation is celebrating! Alcohol is outlawed, but people are still partying it up!
He wrote as a sellout writer, lots of normal work, with one big twist… Kind of like Edgar Allen Poe.
Hemmingway & Prince Gerold were friends. Constantly a stream of consciousness, a narrative being expelled from him as he walks the streets.
When he went to New York City,…
Mom and Dad raised him in a middle-income area, “Lasow Avenue” working class, but still with money. Put him into good schools,
the “train ride was amazing” apparently. It was how the rich kids treated each other.
The Great Gastby published 1925
Triumph and Tradgety.
Majestic poet, holds a mirror up to society
“Jazz Age” !!!! Frenzic, Post-war time known as the Jazz age, showing the mood of the generation… Politically, socially, and historically.
Novel explores life, growth, prosperity, as well as corruption. 1919
Mr. Harding became president in 1920 [?]
His administration was plagued by something bad. Goal of Harding to rebuild the country, underminding labor. Minimum wage, unions, child labor… were all ‘thrown under the rug.
Good luck figuring out what any of this means later on.