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Worse, I answer.
Most days I feel
we’re going downhill
declining in integrity
discipline, respect, a thing of the past. (more…)
Mom and Pop would gently buckle me
Into the back seat of our Datsun
(That’s a Nissan with a smaller engine and more rust),
and Dad would drive us forty days and forty nights,
Eleven hours, all the way to Iowa. (more…)
I would watch the sprinkler
On the front lawn,
Watch it rotate on its axis,
Left to right and back again
Like a typewriter. (more…)
Cold islands entice me,
like carved stone cathedrals.
Their single mountains are the
exalted white saviors of our continent.
Fallen devils in winter. (more…)
(Clark Wisniewski is a senior student and marketing major at the University of Nebraska at Omaha . The source mentioned in this article is Thomas DeQuincey. “On the Knocking at the Gate in Macbeth.” The Art of the Essay. Ed. Lydia Fakundiny. Boston : Houghton Mifflin, 1991. 116-120.)
Life is like a road map. We have many options to get from point A to point B, and life all depends on how we read the map. We use our own personal experiences to help us navigate the map of life, just as many of the great explorers did many years ago. It was not until very recently that I figured out the direction my life was taking, and even though I now have some idea, I am sure the path will change. (more…)
Would the real me please stand up? That is a question I have asked myself for a while but to no avail. However, I have seen a change in myself over recent months and I am excited, if not a bit uneasy about my transformation. When I was younger, I was shy and reticent about committing to anything for fear of not coming out on top. I have survived for years on an emotional roller coaster, happiest when I am at the top of the large inclines and extremely depressed when the bottom falls out. Now, I am taking more risks and becoming more genuine. This has been a semester of discovery and victory, and through it all, the real me is emerging. (more…)
If you are someone who likes poetry and believes it should sing, even subtly, then you may be interested in prosody. Prosody, which means to sing, asks us to focus upon a poem’s repeated rhythms, sounds, and shapes. It asks us to revel in deliberate listening. (more…)
Words, sentences, and paragraphs all become the filling of the “apple pie” that is the essay. The essay is an outstanding representation of the freedom granted to a writer to produce art. It goes beyond all limits, allowing writers the chance to voice their personal needs, wants, and desires. Through the evolution of writing, authors have discovered the various pathways with which they can take their ideas and view them in different lights, while keeping the same writing style. Some authors utilize the opportunity to make a statement or point, often reflecting same emotion from deep within. Also there is the need to make others aware of matters going on in the world that strongly concerns the author. Whatever the purpose, the essay provides authors the ability to deliberate their beliefs. Writers use the essay as a tool for expressing their thoughts and emotions, thus creating a great form of art.
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