Because, the truth is, poetry is awesome. To be more specific, Emily Dickinson is AWESOME. And I pinky promise you don't need to be able to identify meter or have intimate knowledge of the nineteenth century to enjoy her poetry.
Category: Essay
Stepping Up or Stepping Down? An Investigation of the Gendered Preconceptions Prompting the Stereotype of the “Evil Stepmother”
Patterns in behavior shown in fairytales have roots in real-world sexism, and affect the reality outside of the story now.
Harry Potter VS Doofenshmirtz in ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’
Good characters are three-dimensional. We should not know everything about them right away, nor should their protagonistic or antagonistic role define their personality. Cardboard characters will lead the audience to rolling their eyes as they experience an underwhelming sense of familiarity; a bland main character who embarks on a quest because it’s what’s right, a witty best friend who is content on making their entire life about the main character, a villain who just wants to see the world burn while they twirl their mustache. Characters must have reasons, a desire to fulfill and indecision in their actions.
Sample of Lyric Essay
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a step is distance
Dissolving Margins from My BRILLIANT FRIEND
Lila’s episode of dissolving margins during the New Year’s celebration marks the unexpected climax of several threads that had been tangling throughout the story, such as Stefano’s pointed effort to end the ongoing feud between families involved in Don Achilles’ murder (which only succeeds briefly before the explosions turn from fireworks to gunfire).
Thoughts on Prologue of MY BRILLIANT FRIEND by Elena Ferrante
Elena’s spiteful telling of their history begins without hesitation. There are several virtues to this beginning. The most jarring is certainly the discovery that neither Lila nor Elena, our beloved protagonists which we were somehow rooting for before even starting the prologue, are very nice. Lila has left her only child is anguish; Elena is equally cold.
Some Thoughts on my Van Gogh Poem
I uploaded a blogpost a few days ago. It’s a poem I wrote, months ago by now, about Van Gogh painting Starry Night. I see him, painting the beautiful sky he wishes he could see. Granted, I’m hardly in a position where I can consolidate Mr. Van Gogh’s intentions or thought processes, but as a writer I’m in exactly the right position to imagine as much, even project a little of myself into the painter, much like Lee Israel, who wrote countless (well, actually someone counted: 400) forged letters, using her skills as a writer to project a believable and relevant version of the person whom she sought to replicate.
Somehow, I could see him clearly.
Sabrina Parra Díaz 