Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Eyes are the window to the soul.

 
Look at that face. What do you see? I see memories of death and beautifulness that time was merciless with. The suspense of the true story is hidden in the shadow casted from his eyebrows upon his eyes. His many gruesome experiences are stored in the bags beneath his eyes. His brilliant mind holds secrets that are unleashed in his works. But those eyes share a story...

Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer who was born in the early 1800s. Orphaned by the age of three, he spent his youth with Mr. and Mrs. John Allan. He was separated from his older brother and younger sister, who went to live with other families. This part of his life ignites a theme of loss and abandonment in his text. Mr. Poe's dreams and desires were ignored as Mr. Allan encouraged him to become a businessman and Virginia gentleman. By the age of thirteen, young Edgar had written enough poetry to publish a book, but his request was denied by his headmaster who advised against it.

He was left to fend for himself at University of Virginia in 1826 with less then a third of sufficient funds. This forced his hand at gambling, which hindered him more than he was to begin with, so bad that he eventually had to burn his furniture to keep warm. This instills a sense of poverty and neglect which intensify the feeling of abandonment. He was so humiliated by his poverty that he returned home to his fiancĂ©e, who he later discover had become engaged to another in his absence. He was so heartbroken and fed up with Mr. Allan's poor treatment that he stormed out of the Allan mansion and enlisted in the US Army after publishing Tamerlane, his first book of poetry, at the age of eighteen. Shortly after, Edgar found out that his adoptive mother, Mrs. Allan, was dying of tuberculosis and wanted to see him before she died. Mr. Poe returned to see his mother, except she was covered by six feet of dirt and garnishment. The mutual grief felt by both Mr. Allan and Mr. Poe helped their relationship mend before Poe was appointed to the US Military Academy at West Point (after writing another work, of course). During his time at the academy, he heard that Mr. Allan remarried and didnt bother inviting nor informing Edgar of the ceremony. At this point, Poe was so outdone by Allan that he wrote a detailed letter describing how he was wronged by Mr. Allan throughout his life. After writing yet another book, Poe was thrown out of the Academy. By now, you'd think that Edgar Allan Poe was and early Bad Luck Brian. That he was. And his story continues with many women that came and went tragically, adding more pain to his roladex. His story finishes with an untimely death, at the age of forty. In this period, Poe has written multiple short stories, volumes of poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundreds of essays and book reviews. Some consider him to be the father of modern mystery and suspense.

His stories are not completely made up, but his reflections of his life.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Oooooh, the hardest question anyone can ask me...

What is an American?

Well, I'd say an American is someone who lives in one of the continents that end in "America". That's pretty much anyone of the Western Hemisphere of the Earth. In these Americas, there are many identities that are drastically different. An "American" can speak Portuguese and worship a God that controls everything. An "American" can speak modern English and worship the Son of God, but still be so sensitized to the everyday things that it doesn't even matter who they worship. An "American" can be brown skinned* from people of brown skin; or be flesh-toned with flesh-toned parents that, at some point or another, came from brown skinned people.

The "American" that is probably the most recognizable is the one that lives in the country called "America", such as yourself. By now, you've probably noticed that I put "American" in quotation marks whenever I use it. That is because nobody is 100% from America. Everybody has blood from another nation, even if it is 0.00000000000000000000000001%, it is still something.

The only true Americans that history can acknowledge are Native Americans, many of which are still around. However, when Englishmen arrived, they redefined the word "American". They made Americans seem like colonial patriots who are very proud of "The Land of the Free". Yeah, we're "free", with a few limitations called "The Constitution". But hey, thats America for you.

*DISCLAIMER: by "brown skinned", I do not always mean African American.