Forum Index





PortalPortal  blogBlog  AlbumAlbum  UsergroupsUsergroups  MemberlistMemberlist  GBGuestbook  User PanelUser Panel  RegisterRegister 
 FlashChatFlashChat  FAQFAQ  SearchSearch  Log in to check your private messagesLog in to check your private messages  StatisticsStatistics  LinksLinks  Log inLog in 
 CalendarCalendar  DownloadsDownloads  Comments to your karmaComments to your karma  ToplistToplist  Recent topicsRecent topics  Voting forumVoting forum

Lost letters of pergamum essay
Users browsing this topic:0 Registered, 0 Hidden and 0 Guests
Registered Users: None


 
Post new topic   Reply to topic     Forum Index -> Forum di prova
View previous topicEmail to a Friend.Users who have viewed this topicSave this topic as a txt filePrintable versionLog in to check your private messagesView next topic
Author Message
descsaltnifunc

Guru
Guru


Admin



Joined: 10 May 2016
Posts: 141
descsaltnifunc is offline 







italy
PostPosted: 10 Oct 2016 13:44:13    Post subject:  Lost letters of pergamum essay
Description:
Reply with quote

[IMG]http://media.commentfaiton.com/usage=main:orientation=horizontal/public/studio/image/content/261012/mainImage[/IMG]

The more I learned to appreciate the beauty in a beginning, middle, and end of a story, the more I felt a desire to create my own. I want my stories to demonstrate imperfection, because I believe it makes my writing more realistic. When I read words with a similarly imperfect tone, I feel comforted, knowing that someone else has felt the same way I have. In my writing, I strive to infuse another kind of comfort as wellвthe reassuring feeling that comes when someone overhears what you are saying and agrees with you. I was once in a hotel elevator in France, complaining to my sister about how I had gotten lost earlier that day, and recounting wandering aimlessly in Paris and not speaking the native language. I strive to capture that feelingвthe soothing sense of comfort that the stranger gave meвin my writing, lost letters of pergamum essay. We sit on the same burgundy velvet sofa, my father on the left, and I as close to him as possible. Abigail Hook n Harvard University Class of 2013 This past summer I was poised to jump. I was sure. I had convinced not only myself, but everyone around me that I was done. Come end of summer, I would pack away hundreds of pointe shoes in dejected cardboard boxes and they would instantly transform into unwanted memorabilia, identified only by a careless scrawl of Sharpie. I was through with pain, through with foot surgeries and obsessions and disappointments, lost letters of pergamum essay saying goodbye to a lifelong pursuit of ballet would be no exception. Having made up my mind, I loyally warded off anything that might jeopardize my decision. My first exposure to the piece came from the splintery wood cabinet in the corner of the studio. Growing up in an intensely musical family who preferred to sing the nightly prayer, recordings frustrated me. Tonight the ribbons on my pointe shoes were as frayed as my sanity, and I was trying desperately to get motivated. Ballet had taught me from an early age that pain is only in the mind, and motivation is only a matter of psychological tricks. I had witnessed my fair share of beautiful music and never cried. Yet n Serenade for Strings in C Major sounded nothing like the n Nutcracker or n Swan Lake. The music was weeping and soaring and tired and energetic and everything, n everything I was feeling. George Balanchine somehow has captured the ephemeral, tragic side of beauty that n Serenade sang of and transformed it into living art, and for a few weeks, I was his medium. As the curtain rose opening night, the audience let out a murmurвa subtle appreciation for beauty in the raw. For weeks afterward I would enthusiastically lend my iPod to friends, brightly anticipating that lost letters of pergamum essay too would experience a revelation. Perhaps Balanchine had seen this doubt, this questioning in a student before, lost letters of pergamum essay. Or perhaps this is how art works: One will never understand the power it has for the individual but not his neighbor, for the dancer but not the audience member, for the mother but not the daughter.

Only registered users can see links on this board!
Get registred or enter the forums!


nationalism pros and cons essay
writing an article for hog magazine
money can't buy you happiness essays for scholarships
speech writing publishing content
vince lombardi essay on winning
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message Send e-mail
Adv



PostPosted: 10 Oct 2016 13:44:13    Post subject: Adv





Back to top
Display posts from previous:   
Post new topic   Reply to topic     Forum Index -> Forum di prova All times are GMT + 1 Hour
Page 1 of 1

 
Jump to:  
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot vote in polls in this forum
You cannot attach files in this forum
You cannot download files in this forum





 topic RSS feed 
Powered by MasterTopForum.com with phpBB © 2003 - 2008