Wrought iron

According to Kleiner’s analysis of African art before the 1800s, caves such as the Apollo 11 come from Africa and are assumed to be some of the oldest paintings currently discovered, showing the diversity of the continent itself. The works are difficult to date and decipher meaning, although some of the best work comes from the Benin Kingdom. Assumed to be established in the 13th century, most of its power rose along the 16th century. The kingship was considered sacred and presented artworks…

helps to support the idea that the blacksmith is more than just his career, and has a deeper meaning to his life. Longfellow advances on the blacksmith’s role as a key member of the community: “Thus at the flaming forge of life/Our fortunes must be wrought;/Thus on its sounding anvil shaped/Each burning deed and thought.” Imaging the blacksmith a the edge of a burning flame, working his anvil on each “deed and thought” or “fortune”, allows the reader to understand the passion and dedication that…

George R.R. Martin’s Game of Thrones series is immensely successful and popular.Using different character perspectives to give view to issues occurring over an intricate fantasy world, he spins a web of several characters lives in a way only J.K. Rowling can match in detail. He draws readers in with a darkly realistic adult fantasy story that is only offset by the sharp wit of the characters as he draws them together across his world into what will be an epic climax. However it is his compelling…

results of a game may be altered, and even these persons seek to win, if through another avenue of play. In football, one team can massacre the other on defense, but without atleast one solid play on its offense resulting in points netted, the grid iron becomes gridlocked as injuries…

Once upon a time there was an alpaca named Bluebell. She was an incredibly quintessential being with her lustrous topaz fur, doll-like ebony eyes and her uncanny ability to speak any language she encountered. She was truly remarkable. However, the most atypical thing about her wasn’t her appearance, it wasn’t her effulgent smile and it wasn’t her stubby little legs, it was the fact she was actually made entirely of plush fabric. On the morning of October 31st, Bluebell began her adventure. She…

beautiful. It is interesting to learn about these things, as the author asked what exactly were the patterns the Minoans liked to create so much then answered with this, “blue heart-spirals set point to point (much like the design typical today on a wrought iron fence) with a red diamond between each pair of double hearts, all on a white ground.” The textiles contained patterns so complicated that one has to assume it took an extremely long time to learn this skill (109). Imagine something so…

excited about being treated horribly. Thus, multitudes of revolts took place and the civilizations were frequently overthrown. This is not to say, of course, that the Classical civilizations were free of strife/ revolt; the Roman civilization was wrought with unease brought on by slave revolts, especially towards the end of its existence. The classical civilizations were far better to their conquered peoples, though, and the trend there was to help people adjust to life under new rule as…

Screams punctured his sleep like a nail through the skull. Ben fumbled through darkness as his fingers snapped the light switch up and down. He knew the Historic French Market Inn was old and some of the wiring dated back to the 1920s, when Decatur Street was a rough neighborhood teeming with sailors, prostitutes and shady dealings. But the lights were dead. More screaming from the streets, but Ben couldn’t tell if it was someone in trouble or clamoring for beads from atop a French Quarter…

“Anybody home? Mum? Amareis? Peanut?” my seven-year-old sister, Ella, yelled. It was just past six, and the sun was starting to set. She must have had a Sunshine Scouts meeting, I thought. I was sitting in the family room, watching reruns of Britain’s Got Talent, although it was a beautiful mid-spring evening and I should be outside, not watching people do armpit farts that sound astonishingly like people’s voices. Ella walks into the room, plopping down on the couch next to me. “Hey Ella, why…

“I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head.” (Olds 440) “I see my mother with a few light books at her hip standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the wrought- iron gates still open behind her, its sword-tips black in the May air.” (Olds 440-41) She knows her parents are going to suffer pain through their marriage but there is no way she could stop them or maybe she could but she comes off as selfish for…