Heart of darkness alternate ending!!!!

At the end of the heart of darkness, Marlow is face to face with Kurtz's Intended. She wants to know what Kurtz's last words were before he died.... Marlow decides to protect her memory of Kurtz and tell her his last words were her name. Had he told her the truth, I think it would have gone something liked this:

"'To the very end,' I said, shakily. 'I heard his very last words...' I stopped in a fright.
"'Repeat them,' she murmured in a heart-broken tone. 'I want - I want - something - something - to - to live with.'
"I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.
"'I know he loved you very much, but there's something you need to understand. Being out in that country for so long, living with all those savages, it can change who you are. You must understand he wasn't the man you knew before he left. His illness had taken over his body and mind, and his soul dissipated before our eyes. In his dying hour, his last words reflected what his journey had shaped him to be. 'The horror! The horr!' Those were his last words.'"
"With that, I turned and left her to face the truth of the darkness that had overtaken her one true love."

"Lost Brother"

            I originally read this poem from the perspective of the author and about half way through realized it made more sense coming from the perspective of a tree. So I began the poem over again thinking of it this way instead. I believe that was how it was intended to be read. 4,862 years old and in a matter of minutes, cut down, completely destroyed. The beauty of nature is so magnificent and to throw it away like that can be so angering! Yes, some argue we have to get our paper from somewhere. But I argue that the world we’re living in, the only planet equipped to sustain life, is not going to support us forever. And we’re only shorting that time period by abusing and wasting its precious resources. The colon in the middle of this poem was placed there to help the reader visualize the surroundings this tree had lived its life in for so many years. Then came a set of dashes, separating the wildlife from the rest of the surroundings. The habit of these creatures was being cut down, utterly destroyed. Where were they to live now? Some species described in this section were unfamiliar to me. The pink mountain pennyroyal is a flower used to create a remedy that gives clarity of mind and blocks negative energies. Ironic? Quite possibly. The white angelica is another plant described in the surrounding of this tree that can be used to create oil which calms, sooths and encourages feelings of protection and security. Hmmmm, this was not just a coincidence. The author specifically chose these plants to communicate the exact opposite feelings present in a situation like this one. Overall, I really liked this poem and enjoyed how the author communicated his point of view.

Wallflowers

This poem reminded me so much of mr Moore!!! He always got so excited about new words!!!!! Although I get really frustrated when I'm reading and come across a word I don't know and i have to look it up, I really do agree it's a great thing! I'm just lazy ;) as heather and Julia told us in class during their poem presentation, zoanthropy is the delusional idea that a human has transformed into an animal. Now, I'm not really sure when I would use this word... I don't generally talk about being an animal and I don't know anyone who thinks they are an animal..... Soooo maybe I don't have much use for this word?? But regardless, it's an interesting little fact to know! I think the theme of this poem is to take initiative to educate yourself and learn new things about the world around you! The tone was cheerful and reverent of the importance of words. Personification was also used in this poem to create emotions and characteristics in words!

Ps.. I typed this on your iPad in class, sorry for any typos ;)

Poem Analysis -Week 2

“Mr. Fear” by Lawrence Raab was a very well written poem describing the presence of “fear” in our lives. This poem reminded me immediately of my childhood. I think I lived a fairly paranoid childhood looking back at it now. My parents divorced when I was 8 years old and I remember feeling so vulnerable and unprotected after my dad moved out. I would lie in bed at night and visualize someone breaking into my house and killing my mom, then proceeding upstairs to kidnap my brother and me. I would try to anticipate exactly what the murderer would do in this situation, and I would plan out exactly how I would out-smart him. Sometimes I would plan how I could sneak into my brother’s room to warn him, and where we could hide together to save ourselves. I was quite the troubled child! These memories flooded my mind as I read, “Mr. Fear, we say in our dreams, / what do you have for me tonight? / And he looks through his sack, / his black sack of troubles. … Tell me, Mr. Fear, / what must I carry away from your dream. / Make it small, please.” This reminds me so vividly of my pleas to God every night to protect my mom and my brother and me. Please, make my fears small, God. Please, protect us.

Fear is unavoidable in this corrupt world we live in. All we can do is pray our fears will be small and drift quickly away from us and that the soothing sounds of the Earth at peace will return to us again.