The Importance of Literature
            At best, literature plays a miniscule role in my life. I have never found it particularly interesting nor worthy of grasping my invaluable attention. Somehow I have always preferred visuals on a screen rather than words on a page. However when film directors do manage to bring the few marvels of books to the splendor of cinema halls, the result certainly has the potential to be brilliant. In the case of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, Peter Jackson’s interpretation of the much loved novel mirrored a profound knowledge of film and of  course Middle Earth. Surely, there are few who could have done better a job than the knight from New Zealand. As Tolkien’s rhythmic and joyous English (which was in a class of its own) was intricately mixed in with the most vivid of graphics, the literature of The Lord of the Rings had been elevated to a height scaled by few. There is no rule stating that literature must invariably be embodied in books – in fact it is best observed (in my astute opinion) when visual aid is provided for the mixture of both can make for an unforgettable treat

Seeing the Doctor  

Clogged, the nostril became 

Teary, the darker pupil 

His body, the subject of another 

The hand rose and shuddered 

Daunting but luring 

Then the voice rung and soon no more 

Escorted he was, seeing only the door  

The poem is told from the point of view of an onlooker as he witnesses a certain art enthusiast being drawn, almost hypnotically to the brilliance of Vincent van Gogh's work. 

Perhaps an audience which appreciates art and paintings alike, would be able to extract the most joy from the poem above.  

There is no reticent or deceptively hidden message in the poem as it only intends to convey the profound nature of van Gogh's work and how he was truly adept at his trade.  

One of the senses in the poem concerns the nose as the "nostril" becomes blocked due to the pastel like aura of the painting.   

As the art enthusiast began to feel tears in his eyes or "pupil", the rather despondent frown of Dr. Gauchet was having a considerable emotion impact on him or her.   

Edited by Edward Li