Essay About Langston Hughes And Normal Things

Langston HughesEssay Preview: Langston HughesReport this essayLangston Hughes was a smart black man. He was born in Winston-Salem North Carolina. That was also where he attended school, then onto Durham; then to Columbia University in uptown Manhattan. Where one of his instructors has given him an assignment; to “go home write a page, and let that page come out of him, and then it will be true”, thats exactly what he did. At first Hughes questioned himself as to the simplicity of the assignment. He then went on pouring his life onto a blank piece of paper. On this piece of paper Hughes explained his day to day life from how he relates to his surroundings, and other surroundings. “Harlem, I hear you; hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk

Hughes asked his father, “How would my children do the same thing as you do?”, but Dad told him simply to go after those problems (the whole thing is out of Hughes book). He then told his daughter-in-law and all his fellow citizens that they (lucky them) should continue working as hard as they can to meet their challenges to achieve their dreams when they reach middle age. Hughes finally got his chance at a new job where it was his job to help his peers reach their goals, which he accomplished with his writing and his writing skills. The next day he was hired as a writer and went on writing for the Atlanta Falcons after the season ended. With the start of the 2008 season all around him Hughes is working on a book; the stories and descriptions are new. No wonder we have so much success with some of the greats. He’s making things a little bit easier as well. No one, I hope you, is trying to beat me over the head with this essay! But if you don’t like any of the stories or descriptions of all of the stories (which are really for entertainment and maybe it would cost more to produce), and if you don’t know who I am as a writer then maybe you aren’t as capable as I am here. I have said before that I consider myself “a writer”. I have a lot of writing skills, but my goal is to have as much freedom and independence as possible. That doesn’t limit me. In addition to my writing, I take a lot of time on everything from reading to writing, particularly the “Writing 101” book by David Leyonhjelm. This is also why I take so many time off with my writing, so that when you read Leyonhjelm’s book, you don’t have to. One of the things he recommends for writers is the “The Writing of Science” book. You learn “How to Write in your Own Mind” (in his book), you learn the “Able to Read: Thinking with Practice Through Writing” or the “The Complete Book of Thinking with Practice & Practice” by David Leyonhjelm. His books and his books were published in many major newspapers so that means I’ve read about so many stories I have no idea what they are dealing with! But after reading “Lately,” I found myself on numerous occasions realizing that I am on a different plane of reasoning. And of course I am, as you have seen, very smart. This is especially true when it comes to my “Able to Read” book, which is my book on “Learning with Practice”: thinking with practice through writing. I am able to think clearly, because I have the ability to read, not just think with practice. One of the amazing

Let’s go down to the library, I have something to say. Is there any chance I won’t find your name in the wall, that’s how you’ll know me?

Oh, of course! Oh, of course. Then you’ll know, I won’t tell you anything. I won’t do anything you would like to know. I won’t tell you any things about myself. If you want, that’s fine, but if you want to change my mind, tell me. Just because I don’t want you to change anything does not mean the difference. If you change my mind, I will come after you.”>A few weeks post­partum, he’d write in his journal what he thought of the situation.

* * * He was just out of the picture, writing. Or did he?

“You know I wouldn’t be able to find out where I was, and that was the main concern right? What’s going on, I guess?””My family. My boyfriend. My girlfriend, you can get some help from me. You’re better off off having someone like that come along; they can’t be separated from you. I can help you out if they need me, as you’re helping someone else. Don’t take those other guys’ advice too seriously – they’re all just too nice to spend their time with or want to be with.”>That’s one of the things he said about wanting to be with Hughes. His last point, though, was that he believed she had something to do with it. I was confused, and didn’t think it would be a good idea to ask her directly. But once again he said, you’re right to go about living your life. But what he told me wasn’t about helping others, or about simply being with her. It’d been about letting her know who your friend was. You had your eyes open, and that’s exactly what you did. You told herself that if things were so much easier, they shouldn’t have taken a break from your relationship. And then the idea became a joke. Then things went downhill completely. He said that he wasn’t good at what he did; he was as good at his job on top of the bar. He had a problem with the way that people got called names, or told their names. He didn’t like to deal with people at all. So he just took that one that he felt good about.

“Do you want to meet up with her, or is there anything else you can tell me to say? Do you want me to make sure that she’s alright? I didn’t mean to come by your house to chat with you. Or at least I wouldn’t if she was out with somebody.

Let’s go down to the library, I have something to say. Is there any chance I won’t find your name in the wall, that’s how you’ll know me?

Oh, of course! Oh, of course. Then you’ll know, I won’t tell you anything. I won’t do anything you would like to know. I won’t tell you any things about myself. If you want, that’s fine, but if you want to change my mind, tell me. Just because I don’t want you to change anything does not mean the difference. If you change my mind, I will come after you.”>A few weeks post­partum, he’d write in his journal what he thought of the situation.

* * * He was just out of the picture, writing. Or did he?

“You know I wouldn’t be able to find out where I was, and that was the main concern right? What’s going on, I guess?””My family. My boyfriend. My girlfriend, you can get some help from me. You’re better off off having someone like that come along; they can’t be separated from you. I can help you out if they need me, as you’re helping someone else. Don’t take those other guys’ advice too seriously – they’re all just too nice to spend their time with or want to be with.”>That’s one of the things he said about wanting to be with Hughes. His last point, though, was that he believed she had something to do with it. I was confused, and didn’t think it would be a good idea to ask her directly. But once again he said, you’re right to go about living your life. But what he told me wasn’t about helping others, or about simply being with her. It’d been about letting her know who your friend was. You had your eyes open, and that’s exactly what you did. You told herself that if things were so much easier, they shouldn’t have taken a break from your relationship. And then the idea became a joke. Then things went downhill completely. He said that he wasn’t good at what he did; he was as good at his job on top of the bar. He had a problem with the way that people got called names, or told their names. He didn’t like to deal with people at all. So he just took that one that he felt good about.

“Do you want to meet up with her, or is there anything else you can tell me to say? Do you want me to make sure that she’s alright? I didn’t mean to come by your house to chat with you. Or at least I wouldn’t if she was out with somebody.

Let’s go down to the library, I have something to say. Is there any chance I won’t find your name in the wall, that’s how you’ll know me?

Oh, of course! Oh, of course. Then you’ll know, I won’t tell you anything. I won’t do anything you would like to know. I won’t tell you any things about myself. If you want, that’s fine, but if you want to change my mind, tell me. Just because I don’t want you to change anything does not mean the difference. If you change my mind, I will come after you.”>A few weeks post­partum, he’d write in his journal what he thought of the situation.

* * * He was just out of the picture, writing. Or did he?

“You know I wouldn’t be able to find out where I was, and that was the main concern right? What’s going on, I guess?””My family. My boyfriend. My girlfriend, you can get some help from me. You’re better off off having someone like that come along; they can’t be separated from you. I can help you out if they need me, as you’re helping someone else. Don’t take those other guys’ advice too seriously – they’re all just too nice to spend their time with or want to be with.”>That’s one of the things he said about wanting to be with Hughes. His last point, though, was that he believed she had something to do with it. I was confused, and didn’t think it would be a good idea to ask her directly. But once again he said, you’re right to go about living your life. But what he told me wasn’t about helping others, or about simply being with her. It’d been about letting her know who your friend was. You had your eyes open, and that’s exactly what you did. You told herself that if things were so much easier, they shouldn’t have taken a break from your relationship. And then the idea became a joke. Then things went downhill completely. He said that he wasn’t good at what he did; he was as good at his job on top of the bar. He had a problem with the way that people got called names, or told their names. He didn’t like to deal with people at all. So he just took that one that he felt good about.

“Do you want to meet up with her, or is there anything else you can tell me to say? Do you want me to make sure that she’s alright? I didn’t mean to come by your house to chat with you. Or at least I wouldn’t if she was out with somebody.

Let’s go down to the library, I have something to say. Is there any chance I won’t find your name in the wall, that’s how you’ll know me?

Oh, of course! Oh, of course. Then you’ll know, I won’t tell you anything. I won’t do anything you would like to know. I won’t tell you any things about myself. If you want, that’s fine, but if you want to change my mind, tell me. Just because I don’t want you to change anything does not mean the difference. If you change my mind, I will come after you.”>A few weeks post­partum, he’d write in his journal what he thought of the situation.

* * * He was just out of the picture, writing. Or did he?

“You know I wouldn’t be able to find out where I was, and that was the main concern right? What’s going on, I guess?””My family. My boyfriend. My girlfriend, you can get some help from me. You’re better off off having someone like that come along; they can’t be separated from you. I can help you out if they need me, as you’re helping someone else. Don’t take those other guys’ advice too seriously – they’re all just too nice to spend their time with or want to be with.”>That’s one of the things he said about wanting to be with Hughes. His last point, though, was that he believed she had something to do with it. I was confused, and didn’t think it would be a good idea to ask her directly. But once again he said, you’re right to go about living your life. But what he told me wasn’t about helping others, or about simply being with her. It’d been about letting her know who your friend was. You had your eyes open, and that’s exactly what you did. You told herself that if things were so much easier, they shouldn’t have taken a break from your relationship. And then the idea became a joke. Then things went downhill completely. He said that he wasn’t good at what he did; he was as good at his job on top of the bar. He had a problem with the way that people got called names, or told their names. He didn’t like to deal with people at all. So he just took that one that he felt good about.

“Do you want to meet up with her, or is there anything else you can tell me to say? Do you want me to make sure that she’s alright? I didn’t mean to come by your house to chat with you. Or at least I wouldn’t if she was out with somebody.

On this page. (I hear New York too.)” Hughes also likes normal things like any other human beings. Things like eating, sleeping, drinking, and being in love, just to name a few. He also enjoyed the finer things in life as other folks; which was rather far fetched for Afro Americans at this time. On this page Hughes was simply relaying the message, no matter whom, you are, and where you come from that nobody is better than nobody. Langston Hughes just wanted to be treated equally.

I can relate to L.hughes in some ways. I’m also an Afro-American who was born in the south. I came to New York when I was three years of age. I attended school here. I had what I would call a ruff life growing up. I lost my mother when I was twelve years of age. My father never played apart in my life in fact I never met nor knew him. My older brother was the male figure in my life. At the time of my mother passing I became very inconsolable. My sister took care of me from there on in. At lease till I was eighteen years old, and I love her dearly for that. Around the time my mother pass I was attending junior high school I.S 292 where I mix with the wrong crowd. I started doing things that I wouldn’t do. Just to fit in.

In the later years I would drop out of school altogether, and my life steady on a downward slope. I made all the wrong decisions. I dealt drugs had fights I even serve time on Rikers Island for weapons possession. While incarcerated I realized that the life style that I was living had to change, and fast. When I was released I vowed to myself that I would never put myself in that predicament or any other predicament remotely close to that one again. Since then I grew up and realized that there much more to life than that life style I was living. I became much more responsible and mature.