Would you like a shot of tsunami with that?
Each and every day our world is affected by literature, now weather or not it comes right out and knocks your mailbox over with every breath it takes is another thing!
(yes spelling is for a reason)
I wake up out of the comfort of my slumber to an odd marimba tone being produced by my smartphone. As I stumble out into the chilly room, from the warm nook under my covers that I had produced from a long sleep, I wake with a start. The chill that envelopes me produces small bumps in my skin; all over my body sending a tingling shiver down my spine.
(Take a second to feel the chill. Close your eyes, take a breath. What are you waiting for? The only one judging you is you.)
After a quick yawn and a flex of my sleeping muscles, I manage to break through the stiffness of their slumber. I force my newly awakened fingers to reach towards the oddly shaped metal piece that leads to an outside world. It keeps me safe inside these four walls, away from the reality that I'm destined to fullfill. I opened the large wooden door with a deafening squeal that could make any creature cringe. In the distance, I can hear an echo of the well dressed voices telling the scared souls how to live their life. Ruling their life by emotions that take the best of us all. By fear. By anger.
Are these the easiest emotions? Are these emotions the ones that people hide behind?
I can hear the 'hum' of the moving pictures on the screen as if I am a superhuman creature waiting for its attempt to strike.
(In this moment, listen. Thump thump...feel the beat of your heart. Keeping rhythm with time, with life...any second could be a moment lost forever.)
My mother gasps with wide eyes watching the horror that the well dressed voices speak of. She scurries towards the modern technology sleeping in the corner of our living room, with the scuffing of her slippers on the hard wood floor transcribing her every move. The device is not easily awakened from its slumber, not like waking up to a loud marimba tone that wakes you instantly forcing your heart to race. The machine takes its time to flex its internal modems and warm them to the chill of the morning air like a small flame in the dead of night.
The loud noise of my mother's frustration echos through the house. The beating of the small hand device we ironically call a mouse, angers the ears that have just risen to the occasion. I watch her movements with a sluggish mind. She clicks and clicks around the screen trying to make some progress with the idea that 'everything must be instantaneous'. She ticks ferociously at the keyboard trying to find the answers to the mystery her mind cannot find the answers to. A story that she heard on the large moving picture box with the well dressed voices triggered her mind to want more. Such disasters and tragedies that surround human life, the reporters well as if we need to know every little waking detail. The intimate detail that stops us from living life to the fullest and risking adventures to live life like it is our last. She manages to find her article through several moments of slight anger. And now she seems relieved. Such an odd reaction, but is still so. The words that she reads rather than listens to through people telling us what to think, she finds peace. She finds that through her own voice she finds peace rather than the tone and professional setting with stern faces. She found comfort in technological advances that shape our modern day blue books.
And I think to myself:
These modern day blue books (that I now call them) are everything. Blue books were considered a great way of transporting literature everywhere someone decided to go in order to enlighten their very exsistence. In today's time, technology such as computers, laptops, smartphones, tablets and any other item designed by high paying career people; this is our way of enriching our lives with literature whether we know it or not. With today's technology bringing literature to every mobile device and structured tower in our homes and hands, people do not realize how our lives are affected by literature every single day. Our developing technology constantly enlightens each person's life and enriches their mind, body and soul. Each day is one step closer to where we all plan on being. Each day we are learning more and more with the constant change of the world leading us to the people we really want to be.
Literature: 1. the body of written works of a language, period or culture; 2. Imaginative or creative writing; 3. the art or occupation of a literary writer; 4. the body of written work produced by scholars or researchers in a given field; 5. printed material. (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/literature)
Literature is all around us, whether it is an essay, novel, poem or anything. It enriches our lives and allows us to think freely and be open to life itself. The life that we live is beyond what our own minds can fathom.
Just like a star that has been extinguished for years and yet still glows in the night sky, our past is always intertwining with our present. Literature is just as much part of our past as it is our present.
Literature in the news today carries into our walk of life no matter where decide to go or what we decide to do. Listening to the well-dressed voices on the television, they speak of the dangers around our nature covered earth. Yet they make is seem less urgent when others are reading.
Through the comfort of our own four walls, the chill of the morning air leaks through the small crack of the window panes. Inside the wooden shelter that protects us from the elements, we are guarded, we are safe. Wind and rain, nature's way of controlling the lives of the inhabitants surrounding every fiber of our beings.
" Hurricane Sandy; making its way to the East Coast...People are being evacuated by the state...The biggest hurricane we have seen in decades..." the voices on the television chime with breaking news.
I've seen my mother in the face of tragedy. She saves lives for a living in the Emergency Room of Hurley hospital. Each life is valuable and there is no excuse for failure there. He prescence is like an angel's kiss that defeats the darkness, turning it to light. In the midst of horror there is a heroine to save us from the danger that lies ahead.
The voices sound through the living room, followed by a sharp gasp from my mother's chest. Her hand sprung to her mouth like a motorized toy. Her hands trembled as she made it back to her little blue rocking chair. There was silence in the household with the slight murmur of the news moving from topic to topic. My mother still in shock of the news she had just received, looked my way. Her eyes are wide behind her rectangular shaped glasses. The look in her eyes made my heart sink into my chest as if it was being lost forever. (That sinking feeling when you see the commercial of children with no shoes) She must be thinking about the thousands upon thousands of people having their entire lives being literally uprooted. Houses being ripped out of the ground from their basement just like pulling a carrot out of the ground that's just right for the picking. Vehicles being thrown across town like temper tantrum distraught children. And in the midst of all the mess that people call their homes, lies a child's doll. Its like a small ray of hope. Shinning a light into what could possibly be again.
The pictures are horrifying. Even more horrifying when imagined. They speak to every person that witnessed this tragedy. For many, they will just forget, but for others their lives are changed forever.
(Take a second to feel the chill. Close your eyes, take a breath. What are you waiting for? The only one judging you is you.)
After a quick yawn and a flex of my sleeping muscles, I manage to break through the stiffness of their slumber. I force my newly awakened fingers to reach towards the oddly shaped metal piece that leads to an outside world. It keeps me safe inside these four walls, away from the reality that I'm destined to fullfill. I opened the large wooden door with a deafening squeal that could make any creature cringe. In the distance, I can hear an echo of the well dressed voices telling the scared souls how to live their life. Ruling their life by emotions that take the best of us all. By fear. By anger.
Are these the easiest emotions? Are these emotions the ones that people hide behind?
I can hear the 'hum' of the moving pictures on the screen as if I am a superhuman creature waiting for its attempt to strike.
(In this moment, listen. Thump thump...feel the beat of your heart. Keeping rhythm with time, with life...any second could be a moment lost forever.)
My mother gasps with wide eyes watching the horror that the well dressed voices speak of. She scurries towards the modern technology sleeping in the corner of our living room, with the scuffing of her slippers on the hard wood floor transcribing her every move. The device is not easily awakened from its slumber, not like waking up to a loud marimba tone that wakes you instantly forcing your heart to race. The machine takes its time to flex its internal modems and warm them to the chill of the morning air like a small flame in the dead of night.
The loud noise of my mother's frustration echos through the house. The beating of the small hand device we ironically call a mouse, angers the ears that have just risen to the occasion. I watch her movements with a sluggish mind. She clicks and clicks around the screen trying to make some progress with the idea that 'everything must be instantaneous'. She ticks ferociously at the keyboard trying to find the answers to the mystery her mind cannot find the answers to. A story that she heard on the large moving picture box with the well dressed voices triggered her mind to want more. Such disasters and tragedies that surround human life, the reporters well as if we need to know every little waking detail. The intimate detail that stops us from living life to the fullest and risking adventures to live life like it is our last. She manages to find her article through several moments of slight anger. And now she seems relieved. Such an odd reaction, but is still so. The words that she reads rather than listens to through people telling us what to think, she finds peace. She finds that through her own voice she finds peace rather than the tone and professional setting with stern faces. She found comfort in technological advances that shape our modern day blue books.
And I think to myself:
These modern day blue books (that I now call them) are everything. Blue books were considered a great way of transporting literature everywhere someone decided to go in order to enlighten their very exsistence. In today's time, technology such as computers, laptops, smartphones, tablets and any other item designed by high paying career people; this is our way of enriching our lives with literature whether we know it or not. With today's technology bringing literature to every mobile device and structured tower in our homes and hands, people do not realize how our lives are affected by literature every single day. Our developing technology constantly enlightens each person's life and enriches their mind, body and soul. Each day is one step closer to where we all plan on being. Each day we are learning more and more with the constant change of the world leading us to the people we really want to be.
Literature: 1. the body of written works of a language, period or culture; 2. Imaginative or creative writing; 3. the art or occupation of a literary writer; 4. the body of written work produced by scholars or researchers in a given field; 5. printed material. (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/literature)
Literature is all around us, whether it is an essay, novel, poem or anything. It enriches our lives and allows us to think freely and be open to life itself. The life that we live is beyond what our own minds can fathom.
Just like a star that has been extinguished for years and yet still glows in the night sky, our past is always intertwining with our present. Literature is just as much part of our past as it is our present.
Literature in the news today carries into our walk of life no matter where decide to go or what we decide to do. Listening to the well-dressed voices on the television, they speak of the dangers around our nature covered earth. Yet they make is seem less urgent when others are reading.
Through the comfort of our own four walls, the chill of the morning air leaks through the small crack of the window panes. Inside the wooden shelter that protects us from the elements, we are guarded, we are safe. Wind and rain, nature's way of controlling the lives of the inhabitants surrounding every fiber of our beings.
" Hurricane Sandy; making its way to the East Coast...People are being evacuated by the state...The biggest hurricane we have seen in decades..." the voices on the television chime with breaking news.
I've seen my mother in the face of tragedy. She saves lives for a living in the Emergency Room of Hurley hospital. Each life is valuable and there is no excuse for failure there. He prescence is like an angel's kiss that defeats the darkness, turning it to light. In the midst of horror there is a heroine to save us from the danger that lies ahead.
The voices sound through the living room, followed by a sharp gasp from my mother's chest. Her hand sprung to her mouth like a motorized toy. Her hands trembled as she made it back to her little blue rocking chair. There was silence in the household with the slight murmur of the news moving from topic to topic. My mother still in shock of the news she had just received, looked my way. Her eyes are wide behind her rectangular shaped glasses. The look in her eyes made my heart sink into my chest as if it was being lost forever. (That sinking feeling when you see the commercial of children with no shoes) She must be thinking about the thousands upon thousands of people having their entire lives being literally uprooted. Houses being ripped out of the ground from their basement just like pulling a carrot out of the ground that's just right for the picking. Vehicles being thrown across town like temper tantrum distraught children. And in the midst of all the mess that people call their homes, lies a child's doll. Its like a small ray of hope. Shinning a light into what could possibly be again.
The pictures are horrifying. Even more horrifying when imagined. They speak to every person that witnessed this tragedy. For many, they will just forget, but for others their lives are changed forever.
Through Hell or High Water...
Literature is a body of written works of language, a period, or culture.
Dealing with disasters and harships that the news tends to bring us makes us stronger with the words that we read. Watching the television and just hearing what people have to say isn't necessarily motivating enough to do something. Literature is more than just making a statement or telling a story, it makes people get up and take a stance. GET UP! Reading the literature of the news being reported thrills us, our emotions are heightened. We are forced to thrust all of our emotion into what we are reading, witnessing, experiencing. Literature is the first step towards making a difference. The point to which our structured bodies are being pushed closer and closer to the edge, until we are finally shoved over into a spiral of difference changing everything that we touch. Just like the wind blowing the blades of grass to sway in rhythm to the crickets singing in the night air.
Literature can teach us how to see again; to see all thats beautiful. To use all of our senses; sight, smell, taste, sound...touch. Touch lives.
She reads:
"Teamwork: High School Football Players Help Their Fellow Sandy Victims" by Steve Politi
And there, in the midst of all darkness shines a ray of hope. A kiss from an angel giving courage to make the difference that is needed.
Literature dares us to experience life on terms that we never expected.
Take the risk.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
So what are you waiting for?
Dealing with disasters and harships that the news tends to bring us makes us stronger with the words that we read. Watching the television and just hearing what people have to say isn't necessarily motivating enough to do something. Literature is more than just making a statement or telling a story, it makes people get up and take a stance. GET UP! Reading the literature of the news being reported thrills us, our emotions are heightened. We are forced to thrust all of our emotion into what we are reading, witnessing, experiencing. Literature is the first step towards making a difference. The point to which our structured bodies are being pushed closer and closer to the edge, until we are finally shoved over into a spiral of difference changing everything that we touch. Just like the wind blowing the blades of grass to sway in rhythm to the crickets singing in the night air.
Literature can teach us how to see again; to see all thats beautiful. To use all of our senses; sight, smell, taste, sound...touch. Touch lives.
She reads:
"Teamwork: High School Football Players Help Their Fellow Sandy Victims" by Steve Politi
And there, in the midst of all darkness shines a ray of hope. A kiss from an angel giving courage to make the difference that is needed.
Literature dares us to experience life on terms that we never expected.
Take the risk.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
So what are you waiting for?
Article published by: Emily Ruterbusch