Le Cirque des Rêves

Book Analysis: The Night Circus By: Erin Morgenstern Ordinary World: Celia is sent to her father, Prospero the Enchanter, when she is six years old after her mother commits suicide. Together they travel the world while Prospero entertains crowds with real magic, staged as illusions. The Call: Celia's call comes when her father sends for Alexander. Together A. H. and Prospero decide to have another game. Celia is enthralled in their conversation, but has no idea what they are talking about. After they are finished, but before A. H. leaves, A. H. gives Celia a ring and it slowly shrinks until it is through her skin and on her bone. The Refusal: The refusal happens throughout most of the book, but the big refusal comes when Celia and Marco find the outcome of the game. Only one can survive. The Mentor: Prospero and Alexander are the mentors to Celia and Marco. Prospero mentors Celia, through somewhat inhumane ways. Crushing her bones and making her mend her own hand, slicing all of her fingers open until she can heal them all at the same time, and making her pose as a fortune teller. Alexander prefers to mentor Marco through studies of magicians and books. The Threshold: The threshold is crossed when the circus is created. Marco is an assistant to the creator and Celia auditions as an illusionist. The Night Circus is created and so the game begins. Tests, allies, enemies: Isobel is Marcos lover who specialises in the Tarot card. She joins the circus in order to help him keep an eye on Celia and help him in his journey. Celia's ally is Mr. Barris, the circus engineer. Together they create a carousel, where the animals breathe and move in a pattern out of a circle. Marco knows who Celia is, but Celia has no idea who she is up against. Prospero is a shadow of a ghost still telling Celia what to do, and Alexander only visits Marco when he is summoned. The Approach: The approach happens on a rainy day, after the circus has been cancelled due to bad wheather. Celia enters a coffee shop and sees Isobel. Celia asks if she can accompany Isobel. Isobel says that she is waiting for someone but doubts that he will show. Celia asks if Isobel would read her fortune and Celias fortune is fortold. After a little while Celia leaves and walks out into the rain. Celia soon realizes that she is completely dry and hears a voice calling her name. It is Marco, and Marco asks for his umbrella back. Celia laughs as she recognizes him as her opponent. Archtypes: Hero: Celia, in the end she saves them both from death and puts them in the 'ghost' realm of her father. They are together and in the circus. The Mentor: Alexander, Prospero, Isobel, Heir Theisen. Alexander and Isobel help guide Marco in the direction that he must take. Prospero helps Celia become what she is, but Heir Thiesen helps comfort and support Celia. Herold: Tsukiko, warns them of the danger and tries to help Celia. Shapeshifter: The shape shifter would be Prospero because he acts like he wants Celia to win, but really he just wants to prove to Alexander that his methods of teaching do work, and that he can creat a winner. The Shadow: Isobel because once she finds out that Marco loves Celia she stops helping and the game becomes unbalanced.

Shake the Dust

This is for you, the premiere movie goers. the midnight snackers. This is for you the left handed. for the stressed out teacher, and the time travellers. This is for those who don't have a clue. the one that smells like BO the one's that dress like it's Halloween. . . EVERYDAY This is for the thieves that get caught. now you are the biggest and baddest bitch This is for the skinned cat for the scalped white man. This is for you, shake the dust

Jealous much?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWkqzWttrkQ Kurosawa Champagne By: Derrick Brown Tonight your body shook, hurling your nightmares back to Cambodia. Your nightgown wisped off into Ursula Minor. I was left here on earth feeling alone, paranoid about the Rapture. Tonight I think it is safe to say we drank too much. Must I apologize for the volume in my slobber? Must I apologize for the best dance moves ever? No. Booze is my tuition to clown college. I swung at your purse. It was staring at me. We swerved home on black laughter bleeding from forgettable boxing. I asked you to sleep in the shape of a trench so that I might know shelter. I drew the word surrender in the mist of your breath, waving a white sheet around your body. 'Dear, in the morning let me put on your make-up for you. I'll be loading your gems with mascara then I'll tell you the truth...' I watched black ropes and tears ramble down your face. Lady war paint. A squad of tiny men rappels down those snaking lines and you say: "Thank you for releasing all those idiots from my life.” You have a daily pill case. There are no pills inside. It holds the ashes of people who died ... the moment they saw you. The cinema we built was to play the greats but we could never afford the power so in the dark cinema you painted pictures of Kurosawa. I just stared at you like Orson Welles, getting fat off your style. You are a movie that keeps exploding. You are Dante's fireplace. We were so broke, I'd pour tap water into your mouth, burp against your lips so you could have champagne. You love champagne. Sparring in the candlelight. Listen - the mathematical equivalent of a woman's beauty is directly relational to the amount or degree other women hate her. You, dear, are hated. Your boots are a soundtrack to adultery. Thank God your feet fall in the rhythm of loyalty. If this kills me, slice me julienne uncurl my veins and fashion yourself a noose so I can hold you once more. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ I am jealous of Derrick Brown because Derrick is taking something that could turn into a huge mistake (drinking too much) and realizing that he doesn't have to apologize. He has rhythm and style. His poetry flows, and goes. I am a jealous individual.

Ghandi Forgets

As I wake up every morning and go to school. I realize, I'm not normal: i keep forgetting that everybody knows who Gandhi is, except me. i keep forgetting to dot my eyes and cross my tee's. i keep forgetting to be normal. to stop in the middle of the hallway and talk to people I don't even know. to block the way of those minding their own business. i keep forgetting the social norm. i keep forgetting: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NORMAL i keep forgetting to watch my words. people don't understand my crude humor. my dry sarcasm, or that I don't speak unless spoken to. i keep forgetting how easily people get offended. i keep forgetting that I am a people, not a person and that 'normal' people actually act like a person. I keep forgetting to own myself completely. I keep forgetting to see the light at the end of the tunnel I keep forgetting that that light is warm and inviting. I keep forgetting to be 'normal'

Adaptations

Fireflies: Owl City- Sebastian takes too much acid with a dose of cough syrup. The result is him laying in bed and seeing fireflies. The fireflies aren't like regular fireflies, no these bugs can dance and talk. They show the boy a whole new world a world he never wants to leave. They go on a magical journey. My best Friend: Rooney- A male college student, named Declan who just so happens to be a robot scientist, has been alone his whole life. Nobody to eat with or give a smile to. One day Declan decides to build a best friend. He names her Suzanne. Now Declan has everything he has ever wanted in a friend and so much more. Don't Stop Believin': Journey- Grace was raised in a farming community by her depressed mohter and her abusive father. Grace gets tired of everybody judging her and decides to run away on the midnight train. Tom was was raise in South Detroit and was finally on his way to a better life. Tom was taking the midnight train headed to college. On the train he makes eye contact with Grace. Both running from a past they want to forget and ran into a future they couldn't ingnore.

suburban hero

I wake up every morning at exactly the same time. I lay in bed for twenty-three minutes and seventeen point two seconds. Then I get up and I pull on my body armor. My chain mail. Breast plate. Shield. Girdle. I walk out my front door and my carriage awaits me, along with my faithful minions. Together we go to the battle field. The field is littered with the dreams of my lost comrades, never to be imagined again. I look up and I see the dragon. He is tall and bald and white. My breastplate is too low. The dragon is seething. Smoke is coming out of his ears. My minions do the speaking for me. That was my mistake. . . It only leads to more dreams being murdered. I look over and a helpless damsel is cowering in the corner. I ask "what is the matter?" She looks up and is silent, but I see into her eyes and see that there is nothing there. She has lost all hopes and dreams. She doesn't know what to do, where to go, or who to be. I know now, that my quest is to set free all the the lost and squandered dreams. I am Atticus Finch and I must fight the white dragon. What is making the white dragon take dreams? Why does nobody challenge him? Who will win in this epic battle?

my story

My life's' Story has a whirl of different characters, some of them have been in my life since before I was born. Others have only been in my life for a little while and have already had a bigger impact on me than my parents. My setting from 0 years to about 13 years my setting was always changing. I moved at least once a year and was never inside. I would run in the fields, play in hay stacks, swim in the lake, and run around with my brothers. The plot of my life is still undetermined, birth, moving, divorce, moving, custody battles, moving, school, moving, junior high, and high school. The conflict would most likely be things too personal to share. And last of all the Theme: overcome what overwhelms you and be true to yourself.