The Yahoos
Come take a look at the savage yahoos
they look and walk like we doos
they war over land
and fight with their hands
If you think you're better than them, that's a boo boo
Weak, I know but it's late and I just want to get this done before going to sleep. I just finished reading Gulliver's Travel today. Another book that has animals in it to teach us about ourselves. I wonder if that's a theme in good novels. At least it is a common but efficient method to convey how savage the human race can be at times.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Embrace
Embrace
I dread your embrace
Two people standing as one
I think I'm in love
I'm not sure why I was thinking about hugging today but for some reason I just was. I totally know that physical touch is high on my love languages and therefore, I've been very careful since finding that out. I can remember all the girls I've hugged in the past 10 years easily. Lol, the last girl I hugged... I thought I was in love with her for about a whole month afterwards.
I dread your embrace
Two people standing as one
I think I'm in love
I'm not sure why I was thinking about hugging today but for some reason I just was. I totally know that physical touch is high on my love languages and therefore, I've been very careful since finding that out. I can remember all the girls I've hugged in the past 10 years easily. Lol, the last girl I hugged... I thought I was in love with her for about a whole month afterwards.
Monday, January 21, 2008
A Smoke Alarm Dying
A Smoke Alarm Dying
What does it sound like?
Intermittent, annoying
Constantly beeping!!!
Smoke alarm was dying today and would occasionally give off a few annoying beeps for no particular reason. I put in a new battery and all is silent again. Obviously I'm very uninspired today. I was reading some chicks blog and it just kinda flowed like Virginia Woolf's writing. I think they refer to the style as stream of conscienceness writing. Apparently that's how Ulysses is written as well. I dunno. I wish that I could write in that style. Just rambling on and on. Not really using proper sentences or punctuation. I'm jealous.
What does it sound like?
Intermittent, annoying
Constantly beeping!!!
Smoke alarm was dying today and would occasionally give off a few annoying beeps for no particular reason. I put in a new battery and all is silent again. Obviously I'm very uninspired today. I was reading some chicks blog and it just kinda flowed like Virginia Woolf's writing. I think they refer to the style as stream of conscienceness writing. Apparently that's how Ulysses is written as well. I dunno. I wish that I could write in that style. Just rambling on and on. Not really using proper sentences or punctuation. I'm jealous.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The Ghost Orchid
The Ghost Orchid
You are my fairy tale
the cute girl with the black hair
that falls softly on your shoulders
soft strands hang over your left eye
You smile at me
and playfully blow the hair from your face
dang, you're beautiful
the rare and unattainable ghost orchid
I told you that I've always loved you
and you told me that you never did
Hmmm... I've read over 1000 pages this week and so I thought it would be good to take a break from reading today. My left eye has been twitching for the past few days. I'm sure my eyes are not used to reading so much even though I do read a lot. I need to do my eye exercises that my Youtube speed reading mentor advised.
Tonight I watched Adaptation on TV. It's this movie from 2002 I believe. It was very interesting and very different. It mentioned this flower called the Ghost orchid. I dunno. It just made me think about an idea that I had a few years ago concerning fairy tales... how someone may be your fairytale but it doesn't matter because you're not hers. And because you're not her fairytale, it wouldn't be a fairytale ending if you ended up together... and how that's very sad. I've wanted to write something about that for a while, but I haven't been able to come up with a clever way to portray it as of yet. It's still something I'm working on. Maybe it would make a good country song. I dunno. I hope to one day write it, but alas not today.
You are my fairy tale
the cute girl with the black hair
that falls softly on your shoulders
soft strands hang over your left eye
You smile at me
and playfully blow the hair from your face
dang, you're beautiful
the rare and unattainable ghost orchid
I told you that I've always loved you
and you told me that you never did
Hmmm... I've read over 1000 pages this week and so I thought it would be good to take a break from reading today. My left eye has been twitching for the past few days. I'm sure my eyes are not used to reading so much even though I do read a lot. I need to do my eye exercises that my Youtube speed reading mentor advised.
Tonight I watched Adaptation on TV. It's this movie from 2002 I believe. It was very interesting and very different. It mentioned this flower called the Ghost orchid. I dunno. It just made me think about an idea that I had a few years ago concerning fairy tales... how someone may be your fairytale but it doesn't matter because you're not hers. And because you're not her fairytale, it wouldn't be a fairytale ending if you ended up together... and how that's very sad. I've wanted to write something about that for a while, but I haven't been able to come up with a clever way to portray it as of yet. It's still something I'm working on. Maybe it would make a good country song. I dunno. I hope to one day write it, but alas not today.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Silence
Silence
The dark jungle sleeps along
with all its creatures
The silence is thick and lies
heavy on my chest
I shout out a few notes of a song
in an attempt to alleviate the pressure
The words echo
off distant hills
but the intractable silence creeps back in
and won't let me go
Oh well, I just read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad this morning. I've read the book earlier as part of my first year english course but I don't think I remembered much about it. It's nice to be reading so much and changing authors from day to day so I don't get tired of reading the same style of writing. I found Heart of Darkness to be very similar to the Diablo 2 cinematics. It had the same feel of building darkness. The horror. The horror.
The dark jungle sleeps along
with all its creatures
The silence is thick and lies
heavy on my chest
I shout out a few notes of a song
in an attempt to alleviate the pressure
The words echo
off distant hills
but the intractable silence creeps back in
and won't let me go
Oh well, I just read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad this morning. I've read the book earlier as part of my first year english course but I don't think I remembered much about it. It's nice to be reading so much and changing authors from day to day so I don't get tired of reading the same style of writing. I found Heart of Darkness to be very similar to the Diablo 2 cinematics. It had the same feel of building darkness. The horror. The horror.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Lighthouse
Lighthouse
She carries her beauty like a lighthouse
that sits on the barren rocks
She stands alone among the crashing waves
and casts her light to guide the brave
I just finished reading To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. It was another book about nothing. Nothing really happened and there was no dialogue really in the entire book. But after reading it, I realized that it indeed was a wonderful book. I wish that I could write like Woolf. At first I was overwhelmed by all the commas and just the flowy-ness of the words but now I have a great respect for it. That being said, I'm not looking forward to the other 98 books I need to read. I'm starting to realize that a lot of these books are going to be long and uneventful.
She carries her beauty like a lighthouse
that sits on the barren rocks
She stands alone among the crashing waves
and casts her light to guide the brave
I just finished reading To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. It was another book about nothing. Nothing really happened and there was no dialogue really in the entire book. But after reading it, I realized that it indeed was a wonderful book. I wish that I could write like Woolf. At first I was overwhelmed by all the commas and just the flowy-ness of the words but now I have a great respect for it. That being said, I'm not looking forward to the other 98 books I need to read. I'm starting to realize that a lot of these books are going to be long and uneventful.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Pigs
Pigs
the pigs are not my comrades
they live in houses
and sleep on beds
they drink beer
and walk on two legs
they have forgotten the 7 commandments
the pigs are not my comrades
they beat us with whips
and threaten us with their dogs
the pigs are acting like humans
are we doomed to repeat history?
I read Animal Farm today by George Orwell. Hence the poem. Yesterday I read How to talk about books that you haven't read by Pierre Bayard. It was a book about how to talk academically about books by being very vague and junk. The book kinda discouraged people from reading books because reading a book actually makes it harder for you to appreciate it. I dunno. After reading that book, it made me want to read more books that maybe I should have read. I looked online for arbitrary lists of the top 100 novels of all time. I found a list and now I'm gonna try to read them all this year. I started a little late so I'll have to power through it and try to catch up. I need to do a book every 3 days. I currently have 6 books at home to read. Praise the Lord for public libraries.
the pigs are not my comrades
they live in houses
and sleep on beds
they drink beer
and walk on two legs
they have forgotten the 7 commandments
the pigs are not my comrades
they beat us with whips
and threaten us with their dogs
the pigs are acting like humans
are we doomed to repeat history?
I read Animal Farm today by George Orwell. Hence the poem. Yesterday I read How to talk about books that you haven't read by Pierre Bayard. It was a book about how to talk academically about books by being very vague and junk. The book kinda discouraged people from reading books because reading a book actually makes it harder for you to appreciate it. I dunno. After reading that book, it made me want to read more books that maybe I should have read. I looked online for arbitrary lists of the top 100 novels of all time. I found a list and now I'm gonna try to read them all this year. I started a little late so I'll have to power through it and try to catch up. I need to do a book every 3 days. I currently have 6 books at home to read. Praise the Lord for public libraries.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
History Maker
History Maker
She's rewriting history
He was the man of her dreams from the beginning
She wants to have a good story
Something to tell the grandchildren
She's rewriting history
He has never done anything to hurt her
She's forgotten all the misery
And the nights she stayed up crying to you
I don't really know what this piece is about. It just kinda wrote itself once I started. I know that I wanted to write something about "rewriting history" because it's something that's been on my mind lately. Just talking to people about the past, I hear some discrepancies from the stuff that they are remembering and what I remember. I tend to trust my memory better than others especially when the differences in our retelling of the past seems to benefit them. I dunno. I think when it comes to history, I should be the one to give the definitive answer.
Oh yeah, I'm also reading the Pengiun History of Canada. The victors write the history books. Oh well. I'm definitely don't know jack about Canadian history.
She's rewriting history
He was the man of her dreams from the beginning
She wants to have a good story
Something to tell the grandchildren
She's rewriting history
He has never done anything to hurt her
She's forgotten all the misery
And the nights she stayed up crying to you
I don't really know what this piece is about. It just kinda wrote itself once I started. I know that I wanted to write something about "rewriting history" because it's something that's been on my mind lately. Just talking to people about the past, I hear some discrepancies from the stuff that they are remembering and what I remember. I tend to trust my memory better than others especially when the differences in our retelling of the past seems to benefit them. I dunno. I think when it comes to history, I should be the one to give the definitive answer.
Oh yeah, I'm also reading the Pengiun History of Canada. The victors write the history books. Oh well. I'm definitely don't know jack about Canadian history.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Zodiac
Zodiac
Another movie
No satisfying ending
Based on real life right?
I just watched Zodiac and I'm exhausted. I'm tired of these movies that drag on and on and then at the end, there's no real ending. Even if it's based on real cases, fake an ending for me. That would be way more satisfying. Why do people decide to make movies that have no real endings? I don't get it. Maybe it's more "art" that way. Oh well. 2 full weeks of weak poems. Give me a prize.
Another movie
No satisfying ending
Based on real life right?
I just watched Zodiac and I'm exhausted. I'm tired of these movies that drag on and on and then at the end, there's no real ending. Even if it's based on real cases, fake an ending for me. That would be way more satisfying. Why do people decide to make movies that have no real endings? I don't get it. Maybe it's more "art" that way. Oh well. 2 full weeks of weak poems. Give me a prize.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Bloated
Bloated
Please say something
Let something happen
Please let something happen
600 pages of nothing
I'm uninspired today. I blame it on the book "Eldest" by Paolini. I basically read all 667 pages of it today and boy was it a waste of my time. I'm sure glad I sped read it. Spoiler alert: Nothing happens. Boo-urns to you Paolini.
Please say something
Let something happen
Please let something happen
600 pages of nothing
I'm uninspired today. I blame it on the book "Eldest" by Paolini. I basically read all 667 pages of it today and boy was it a waste of my time. I'm sure glad I sped read it. Spoiler alert: Nothing happens. Boo-urns to you Paolini.
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