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​ media type="custom" key="5317161" ==Assignment #1- The Preface of //Night //==

//**Having survived the Holocaust, many of Elie Wiesel's readers believe he survived the camps in order to write the novel Night. Elie has never been convinced of that. He called himself weak, and rather shy. He said he did nothing to save himself. He says that he no longer, nor thinks he had known what he wanted to achieve by writing the book. He wrote this book to bear witness to Hitler's crime, to bear witness to the genocide that took place. Writing the book was hard, he knew that he had seen, what he wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words to match what he felt. It was hard, even in his mother tongue he struggled. He felt that the audience could never know the horrors he knew, the girl being killed with her mother on the arrival night, or how Auschwitz really was. His book was declined from almost every publisher, phone call after phone call, until one publisher had courage to publish it. He made numerous cuts from the original Yiddish version. He cut parts that were considered too personal, too private. In the Yiddish version, the narrative doesn't end with the image in the mirror, but of a gloomy picture of the present. It was first in Yiddish he said, because he only was a writer getting started. He believes that books have a destiny. Some are inviting sorrows, happiness, or depression. He says, "There is a 'response' in 'responsibility."'

"The witness has forced himself to testify. For the youth of today, for the children who will be born tomorrow. He does not want his past to become their future." -Elie Wiesel **//

 //**Flames Ominous, Wretched Wavering, Glowering, Frightening As a predator to prey, like a murderer to its victim Sending off waves of death Strangling Putting on a show for the onlookers **//

 Assignment #3: "Found Poem"
**//Transports... We had arrived Eight words spoken indifferently Separated forever WORK MAKES YOU FREE the service of Death All eyes were on the child We were weeping An especially thick soup The last day of that cursed year A summer sun//**





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