Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Subliminal Messaging

First off... this is my 150th post... yey!

Secondly, I read "My Fathers Hands" by Worthington the other day. Nice little story really, English no doubt, but their short prose is not nearly as tedious as their novels. Anyway, its a little boy telling about his father's hands. Working hands they were, whom always took care of his child etc. etc. etc. All that to say, in the end the Father dies trying to open a bottle of medication, he worked hard all of his life but didn't know the bottle was child proof because he never learned to read. Now, before you start going, "Aw so sad" let me explain the psychology. Its not about the boy's father, but is a subtle motto of the intellectual:

Death to the illiterate!

Oh... and have a nice day.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Mr. President

For a rather entertaining piece of commentary on the Bush legacy check THIS out. Its a tad long, but worth it really.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

About Verse

I've begun writing poetry again, though in small batches, not at all what I was used to doing around this time last year. By that time I had just put the last touches on my first surrealist piece, and had taken up a fascination for writing about the sea. Mainly due to reading Moby Dick... but it could have been that I missed the North Atlantic, the chilly spray that stings ones lungs whenever they breathe it in. That managed to eek out a few good pieces and a handful of half-finished ones that I intend to go back and finish someday, perhaps even make into a series.

Since the beginning of the year though I've begun a new set: poem on writers and writing--something which I'm quite pleased with and that I see good potential for. I have the first...uhh... 4 or so completed so far, (one Verse Libre, the others my darling quatrains) and two or three still fermenting in my notebook while I stumble through my novelette. I've always talked alot about creative writing, always had a passion for the subject, and writing about things that only writers feel, only writers sense, is...well... thrilling. I don't know how many I'll be able to come up with on the subject, but I've got a decent amount already and still feel that I could do a few more, so I'll post up one and show the others when I've exhausted my resources sufficiently, yes?

The Writers Assessment

At night I’ve measured syllables
So I could fall asleep,
I noticed they were doable
And counted all my feet.

I’ve searched out sights within my head
And strained them on a sieve,
So when my rhyme is long and dead
My imagery reprieve.

I’ve swam with ink, I’ve lain out chalk
Around my blackened bones;
I’ve metered out my every walk
With smack of bitter scones.

My pen's been quelled, my brain's been shot,
My verse been worse than trite,
And Hades’ been quite through a lot
To read what I could write.

I’ve stammered in my mark and theme,
But solid's been my beat;
A decent work found once a ream
So erroneously sweet.

I’ve writ of virtue, beauty too
Has always been my muse;
But long since past has dawn anew
Been broken where I choose.

Yet still, in this could beauty be?
Of course!—for it was penned by me.


Oh, and P.S: Happy Mothers Day!

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Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Honest RnB

Honestly, the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Big Prayer Request!



Hey guys, can you pray for my brother-in-law Joey? He lives in Ohio and got jumped while on his way to see some friends. He's now in the hospital with a cracked jaw, broken nose, cracked skull, and pockets of air in his brain. (The doctors said that this can cause a coma.) Please pray that he'll recover fully, and that the Lord will use this to bring about some good. Also, pray for his family that they'll be able to come through this all o.k.

Love ya man, hoping that you get better!