Thursday, October 11, 2007

In the essay Hashish in Marseilles the authors words are very complicated. It’s hard to get a real meaning out of what the author’s purpose is but I can tell what is going on in the essay. To get a clear understanding I must engage in the adventure that the author is putting in reader’s view. My reaction to this essay was a dull kind of confused type of mind-set. But far as I can tell is that the author is trying to convey a highly-influence writer is trying to put together a book while observing the people around him.
Shockingly the writer is not at his normal self. Apparently say he is high while gathering up small situations and making them into one big large story. To react on this I see a person can think their best when they are not in their correct mind but it can also be harmful in the long-run. St first he starts off by being just a typical writer just exploring the city just to seek dimension of what he is trying to compose. Then as the drug kick in I learn that he more aware of what is going on and become more indefinite of images of what’s is expected from all the different people he sees. He felt like he was lonely in the world and needed no one else to communicate with but he felt like he was alienated.
In this sense I feel that he was surfacing the stage of positioning his self in silence and place his self outside the observation of everything. When he was in Basso’s ready to order he starts off with aware instincts but at the time he was complaining trying his hardest not to attack the waitress with ugly words but kept his cool in doing so. In a sigh of relief I though he was going to be pressured to alter a confrontation among them both. Afterward as he leaves he see a bottle of Cassis and decides that he was going to drink it but reconsider because of him being in the state he’s in, he felt it would be compatible with the drug that he was on.
At this point I see that the drug is taking over his body making him irresponsible to his task that I intended to accomplish. Reluctant enough he falls back into the stage being alone so he illumination of his own companionship which he feels that under the influence of drugs he thinks better and does better work. When I started to hear and see more stuff I feel that he is imagining things but the way he describe them is sound as its real and not the drug seeing what is wanted to be seen.
As a whole the essay gives out of a vibe of an everyday writer/composer that experience full intensity of being full time committed author. But I see it’s hard trying to do writing and being effected by drugs.