When a Stranger Moves to Town

He had just moved to Laurel Montana to get away from all of the noise that comes from living in a city. He was sick of being surrounded by people who thought too highly of themselves. He could not stand the fact that women would throw themselves at him when they in fact were not worthy of one such as he. He was a man whom most thought of as perfect, some even said that he shined like the light from the sun. He was special, unlike the ordinary rats who plague society. One afternoon, he stopped into the local hair salon because as perfect as he was, he still needed to work at his looks. It was there that he finally found her. She was everything he could wish for in a mate. She was stunning, personable, and strong. He had to have her, and when she turned around to ask him if he would like an appointment, he could just tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her, just by the way she smiled at him. After he made an appointment for the following Wednesday with Danielle (for that was the name she gave him,) he set out to find out everything about her and everything that was happening in her life. He found out that she lived with her poor father on the outskirts of town, that she was a hunter just like himself, that she walked her german shephard every morning around 6:30 before she went to work. (He knew that she knew that he was following her, but the little minx was just playing hard to get and pretending that she could not see him). This little game of cat and mouse went on for months. Eventually he grew tired of calling her in the late hours of the night just to hear her voice even if she only said one word, hello. He tired of watching her from her bushes outside her bedroom window, for she would only tease him by changing her clothes in front of him, but never inviting him inside. (She had to know he was always there watching her, wanting to be a part of his true loves life, even if she was acting like a cluess bitch.) One day, when he felt that it was time, he asked her out to dinner.(For that was what society deemed proper, even though he knew that they were meant to be together forever.) However the coy woman refused him saying that even though she thought he was a nice guy, she just did not having any interest in ever dating anyone. This refusal made him lust after her even more for no woman had ever refused his advances. That was when he decided to take her that night. He had observed that Danielle walked alone to her house after work. (It was probably because she was so poor that she could not afford a car, but she would be able to once they were man and wife.) This was when he approached her. At first she was her lovely self, but when he told her he wanted to end their little game, her smiling face turned into pure terror. Then she ran. Oh the games she always played the evasive bitch, but he would chase her, because obviously that was what she wanted. He chased her through the trees and was in awe by her speed and stamina. She truely was his equal. He followed her for a long time and was very close to catching up with her when she ran up onto the highway screaming for help. (He was amazed at this side of her, he never knew she was such a free spirit/daredevil. No wonder fate gave her to him.) However his awe turned into annoyance. Why did she have to be so stubborn? He called out to her to get her to come to him which only made her start to run again, however she was so exhausted she collapsed. It is to his ever lasting shame as to what happened to his goddess after that. He should have made her stop that ridiculous game. He should have had more control over her..... Needless to say a semi-truck accidentally ran her over, and he was left with a broken heart.

Siren Song

So the other day I was emptying out the trunk of my car and found an old English paper I had written last year. The paper was one on a prompt to compare the Odessey's representation of the Sirens and the Sirens represented in the poem Siren Song by Margaret Atwood. This poem is one that takes the view point of the siren itself, and is what I think of whenever I hear about the sirens. So I thought I would share it on my blog:

Siren Song

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls

the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.

I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song

is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique

at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.      

The Spinners Painting

Analyzing artwork has never been one of my strengths, however I will try my best. At first in Velasquez's painting I notice the contrast in brightness throughout the piece. The background to where the the end product of Arachne is shown is very bright, like it is under a spotlight. This illustrates the importance of this part in the painting, revealing it to be of the upmost importance. This also makes Arachne's finished product look almost holy and divine, revealing the beauty and significance of her work and her triumph over Athena.The foreground of the piece has both light and dark contrasts. Over to the left where the "old woman" (who I believe to be Athena) the light is very dim, showing Athena's cruel intentions. I believe this woman to be Athena do to the youthful leg that is outstretched and also the hidden sword underneath her spinning wheel. Athena was the goddess of wisdom and war which makes it safe to assume that that weapon is her's. Over to the right, where I believe Arachne to be with her helpers, is bright.  You can tell which one is Arachne due to her being the one holding the threads that makes it look as though she is actually weaving a spider web. This woman is also wearing a white headband signifying her purity and goodness, and also she is wearing mostly white-- whereas Athena is in mostly black. This, to me, reveals her to be the heroine of the piece who is the better of the two. I believe this painting is one of contrasts illustrating Arachne as being good and pure and the goddess Athena to be cruel and underhanded. This is probably wrong, but this is what I see within this painting.