OctoberOctober you are cruel on the beating chestWith your black eyes come early and yourNative valley wind come blowing byThe hairs of the incensed black nights you breathe.Through the creeks wept smoke lit from anInglenook in the corner if chilly cottages withWives knitting scarves and dead men's facesAbove there, hanging in the light. YouWere pitiless to the changing colors ofLeaves on the oaks and asked the flimsyOrange, red, and yellow leavesWho by they hung for? And whoAnswered hung by their own necks byThe arms who they were thereby cradled.October new how to drought sighs of youngHearts wearing badges of uncertainty andAngry curiosities. OctoberYou were like Ansel's black skies andWhite cloud skid rows in the daylightOf November's floundering airy head.
Analysis of ViolenceAnalysis of Violence in Conjunction with the Audience and the end of the Wild West in The Wild BunchThe impact and power of violence lies in its psychological, emotional, and intellectual appeals. Through editing and the modern views of a Western film, audience's perception of Sam Peckinpah's Wild West is shaped in The Wild Bunch (1969). In The Wild Bunch, violence becomes an antithesis to the flourishing and modernizing influences of the Eastern United States as well as the modern, changing audiences of the film.The temperaments of men and women only allow them so much will. For them, there is a fear: Arachnophobia. It is the fear of mites, ticks, spiders, and scorpions. In the UK, nearly 50% of women and 10% of men admitted to some degree of arachnophobia when questioned. In one study of 261 adults, thirty-two percent of females and eighteen percent of males reported that spiders made the
Memoirs of...Images of MyselfIt's 6:52 AM. Coffee percolates in the kitchen, infusing the house with its nauseating reek of 100% Colombian, granulated properties. My viewfinders boggle and bounce this early in the morning. At this hour they work like grainy film, altered with Drain-O
Dammit. Gardner wants photos for class today. No problem. We keep the photos below the television, in a drawer. I sift through the photos like the water going through those granules of 100% Colombian. One I know I want for sure; it was a photo taken at some odd hour of the night, off the fish inhabited wharves of San Francisco. The other photos I take are from an age long past; they'll be good for the job. Refined cells bustle through blood at radical speeds. Nerves wiggle as a fundamental process of child growth and stimulate nervous impulses. Stimulating a child with elation and furnishing it with attention is important for the maturing of a child during its developmental years
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Comment on the Thirst for AirSights of suns seething and swaying across skiesto touch the horizons on all cornersIs to take it in, the terrible blinding saturation.The conspiracy to sightthem in your upper case Q,craning; them roll back into thought. It's the wispyclouds, cold and redundant, air blown from the gap,on and from cue, lit with and struck by rays;you take your hand and put it all in your palm.