Post by spaniel on Apr 4, 2010 20:41:57 GMT -5
I found this when I was cleaning up my hard drive a bit. It's an report for a book that I absolutely hated. I had forgotten all about it. Needless to say, I did not get a good grade, but it was fun to write.
Lusseyran’s Story: The Expansion Of the Remake of The Essay Of The Autobiography Of A Blind, Hopelessly Ideal Frenchman, Drenched In Experimentalism
In a separation from most introductions, I am going to state this right here and now. I hold a more cynical viewpoint than Jaques Lusseyran, blind hero of the French resistance, beam of bubbly happy sunny idealism. Sadly, however; citations cannot be included, for my copy of this book is cheerfully evading me. But, the question here remains: how does one sustain this bubbly, sunshine, rainbows and lollipops sense of hope during times as horrible as the Holocaust and World War 2? Well, in this experimental fit of wonder and joy, we are going to find out! An idealistic romp through the fields of paragraph, the paraphrasing of loose sentences that still allow their phantoms to drift through my mind, and let’s not forget, the weird sense of gleeful detachment that might help me swallow my burning, corrosive, ipeac-induced pride shall be our guide, so how can you be sour at the worst of times when life is taking you on a horror-laced ride? Dare connections cause reflection to know that all humankind must have a mind to treat others like they would treat themselves? Reliance on omnipotence could help restore faith in charity as well as deity and prove that there is depth beyond revels. But surrealism plus optimism make the worst worldview seem as crazy as you and this outlook makes all go well.
Talking to people. Connections. Social interaction. Conversation. Verbal action. I distinctly remember Lusseyran communicating with his fellow invalids in the concentration camp, and getting to know them a bit. Purely psychocamatic. Lie down on the couch. What does that mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Every person has three dimensions. And, unless all three dimensions are pure tosser, there is going to be something that every other person can feel like pain and truth and choice and innocence. Even after innocence gets lost, blown away by the tides of money and murder, plunder and rulership, left to die with the ruins of the lives you destroyed, there’s ambition and wit and creativity to bubble up in the twisted minds of everyone around you. And when Lusseyran gets to know all of the other invalids, he feels each character trait bubbling up and seeming so eerily similar to his own, like a sweet lesson in humility. To abuse these people who are in actuality, so similar to you, is like murdering your clone. The inherent wrongness is just too much to live with
THIS IS NOT A SOURCE OF ADVICE (THAT WOULD BE MOVIES)
This is, in all honesty, going to make my secular atheist sensibilities cry and beg for their mommy to stop hitting them with a frying pan, but, since it occurs so often in the book, I might as well acknowledge religion as a source of optimism. Religion is like a teddy bear, if you will pardon my tortured and offensive analogies for a moment. If you had previously clung to this stuffed ursus, then giving it a glomp in your times of need will put you at ease, but if you had not grown used to the plush grizzly, then squeezing it will not give you the same emotional warmth. Please do not take this to mean that I hate hugs, teddy bears, or hugging teddy bears. To go off on a bit of a tangent (but it involved happiness and relates to the above paragraph), I remember an occasion in which I was exploring the maze that was an anime convention. After walking away from a booth specializing in Domo-kun dolls (I eventually bought one for Jacob, who was not there at the time), a convention worker who looked to be in her late teens, walked up to me whilst holding a gigantic, impossibly cute plush (on reflection, I think it was a hamster, or possibly a cat) and asked me if I would like a free hug. What do you think I did? While walking to the nearest stand that sold Fruits Basket hats (I never bought one-too expensive), nose full of plush hamster fluff, heart full of warmth, I wondered if there were ever hamsters in the old religious texts, because those depressing, melodramatic soap operas could have used some kawaii. I was originally going to argue about Lusseyran’s views about religious morals and his view towards them, but then I looked at the “but then I lol’d” baby hedgehog picture that I had saved onto the computer on which this is being currently typed.
Lastly, a warped and surreal outlook on life does wonders for your mental health (providing that you don’t stray too far into the mouth of madness, of course). Lusseyran could laugh at life. He didn’t drop a load of emo wangst onto the world for everyone to loathe. He could laugh a little. Granted, he could never laugh at some of the things that I have found funny (I will spare you the details, but I think one of them involved large quantities of undead clowns). The surreal filter just makes humour easier, because then it’s just so obvious how bizarre everything is.
I hope you enjoyed my experimental essay + lack of ability to find things. Remember kids, socialize, enjoy the cutest gods to ever pass oral and written tradition, and don’t be an annoying, overly literal emo kid. If a blind World War 2 hero could do these things, you can, too!
It's for this experimental essay
Which nobody knows about
And which I'm still figuring out
What's going to go in my experimental essay?
Lusseyran’s Story: The Expansion Of the Remake of The Essay Of The Autobiography Of A Blind, Hopelessly Ideal Frenchman, Drenched In Experimentalism
In a separation from most introductions, I am going to state this right here and now. I hold a more cynical viewpoint than Jaques Lusseyran, blind hero of the French resistance, beam of bubbly happy sunny idealism. Sadly, however; citations cannot be included, for my copy of this book is cheerfully evading me. But, the question here remains: how does one sustain this bubbly, sunshine, rainbows and lollipops sense of hope during times as horrible as the Holocaust and World War 2? Well, in this experimental fit of wonder and joy, we are going to find out! An idealistic romp through the fields of paragraph, the paraphrasing of loose sentences that still allow their phantoms to drift through my mind, and let’s not forget, the weird sense of gleeful detachment that might help me swallow my burning, corrosive, ipeac-induced pride shall be our guide, so how can you be sour at the worst of times when life is taking you on a horror-laced ride? Dare connections cause reflection to know that all humankind must have a mind to treat others like they would treat themselves? Reliance on omnipotence could help restore faith in charity as well as deity and prove that there is depth beyond revels. But surrealism plus optimism make the worst worldview seem as crazy as you and this outlook makes all go well.
Talking to people. Connections. Social interaction. Conversation. Verbal action. I distinctly remember Lusseyran communicating with his fellow invalids in the concentration camp, and getting to know them a bit. Purely psychocamatic. Lie down on the couch. What does that mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Every person has three dimensions. And, unless all three dimensions are pure tosser, there is going to be something that every other person can feel like pain and truth and choice and innocence. Even after innocence gets lost, blown away by the tides of money and murder, plunder and rulership, left to die with the ruins of the lives you destroyed, there’s ambition and wit and creativity to bubble up in the twisted minds of everyone around you. And when Lusseyran gets to know all of the other invalids, he feels each character trait bubbling up and seeming so eerily similar to his own, like a sweet lesson in humility. To abuse these people who are in actuality, so similar to you, is like murdering your clone. The inherent wrongness is just too much to live with
THIS IS NOT A SOURCE OF ADVICE (THAT WOULD BE MOVIES)
This is, in all honesty, going to make my secular atheist sensibilities cry and beg for their mommy to stop hitting them with a frying pan, but, since it occurs so often in the book, I might as well acknowledge religion as a source of optimism. Religion is like a teddy bear, if you will pardon my tortured and offensive analogies for a moment. If you had previously clung to this stuffed ursus, then giving it a glomp in your times of need will put you at ease, but if you had not grown used to the plush grizzly, then squeezing it will not give you the same emotional warmth. Please do not take this to mean that I hate hugs, teddy bears, or hugging teddy bears. To go off on a bit of a tangent (but it involved happiness and relates to the above paragraph), I remember an occasion in which I was exploring the maze that was an anime convention. After walking away from a booth specializing in Domo-kun dolls (I eventually bought one for Jacob, who was not there at the time), a convention worker who looked to be in her late teens, walked up to me whilst holding a gigantic, impossibly cute plush (on reflection, I think it was a hamster, or possibly a cat) and asked me if I would like a free hug. What do you think I did? While walking to the nearest stand that sold Fruits Basket hats (I never bought one-too expensive), nose full of plush hamster fluff, heart full of warmth, I wondered if there were ever hamsters in the old religious texts, because those depressing, melodramatic soap operas could have used some kawaii. I was originally going to argue about Lusseyran’s views about religious morals and his view towards them, but then I looked at the “but then I lol’d” baby hedgehog picture that I had saved onto the computer on which this is being currently typed.
Lastly, a warped and surreal outlook on life does wonders for your mental health (providing that you don’t stray too far into the mouth of madness, of course). Lusseyran could laugh at life. He didn’t drop a load of emo wangst onto the world for everyone to loathe. He could laugh a little. Granted, he could never laugh at some of the things that I have found funny (I will spare you the details, but I think one of them involved large quantities of undead clowns). The surreal filter just makes humour easier, because then it’s just so obvious how bizarre everything is.
I hope you enjoyed my experimental essay + lack of ability to find things. Remember kids, socialize, enjoy the cutest gods to ever pass oral and written tradition, and don’t be an annoying, overly literal emo kid. If a blind World War 2 hero could do these things, you can, too!
It's for this experimental essay
Which nobody knows about
And which I'm still figuring out
What's going to go in my experimental essay?
