Winter AbyssWinter Abyss
A blinding vision of white,
all around, all I can see.
This world of Abyss, I can never leave.
The air around is deaths touch;
A jokers laugh, slicing through the wind.
The chance to leave, the opportunities
have escaped my grasp and left me here.
The glittering gold is only white,
The sky above; at distances height,
is the only change of colour, in this plane of white.
I only need one chance to review,
the options I would then choose
would all be but a slow virtue.
Damned is the philosophy; What good is it now?
It fails to prove my defence in this time of need,
Why should I keep it alive, What good is it doing me?
An ace, a jack, the joker card.
A game of time, to pass the age,
to judge reality, to assess the risk.
Jokers laugh, my vision blurred.
Say what you will now,
and risk losing it to the wind,
for its mockery will be the only thing
leaving my body for the icy wind.
English Assessment SpeechPrufrock in Aliceland
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Sorry, I cant help but quote lines from Alice in Wonderland, which would be a good thing considering that Ill be explaining the similarities of it to that of T.S Eliots The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
The Alice in Wonderland that I shall be doing is based on a novel published in 1865, but since I dont own that novel, I decided to study the 1951 animated feature film that was produced by Walt Disney Productions. Since Eliot didnt pass on till 1965, that gives him at least a good 14 years of animated Wonderland good-ness.
The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock is an internal monologue where Prufrock reveals himself as lonely a
Imaginative Writing - EnglishImaginative Writing – English Assessment
"In a minute there is time" – This single line out of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" appeals to me in the way it holds such depth in a view of simplicity. This one line of text fills my mind with thoughts of 'relativity'. The line has a neutral feeling to it, most likely not too compelling for most. Those who look beneath the obviousness of the line will understand that there is more to it. In context with the poem, the line has to do with Prufrock's feelings of inadequacy and his paranoid feeling that no woman wish to be with him. The line is consistent with Prufrocks' procrastinating way of life, as is seen in the repeated line "There will be time". Prufrock is isolated from the rest of society due to his self-conscious beliefs, though also makes no effort to try and be a part of the experiences that are familiarized with society. With this line, and these thoughts, I am going to compose a short story of my own doing, hopef
Cries of the UnseenCries of the Unseen
A whisper in the wind,
to all those around;
Empty, Hollow, Nothing.
It means nothing to them,
a cry of pain from an unseen victim,
an unseen man.
An entity, defined by all
he who is destined to be damned;
An unlucky deal of the hand?
Hah, luck is a dead man.
"Why?" is all they scream,
landing on only deaf ears.
Those who hear the cry of the damned,
laugh and reply without a smile;
"Why not?", a persistant drone.
Self pity becomes a sin
in the world of religion.
No more pain, no more hate.
Yet the unseen are still ignored
and their cries, their please,
their screams for redemption
are not heard, even in this silence
a whisper in most audible;
A dream? A Nightmare?
An unconscious state of mind?
Moon light filters onto his face,
his tear-streaked face
glittering in the dark room.
This entity who is defined by all
has been dealt an unlucky hand.