Saturday, April 11, 2009

Thirteen ways of looking at nonsense

Above my clouded thoughts, the sun attempts to smile.
A dancing breeze serves to quench,
(see Egyptians; Nile)
as I sit along this wooden bench
-waiting for love to find me.

See, I'm a big man now, growing taller by the day,
and I can't fall victim to lonesome's say.
I shoo the birds, chirping away,
can't they see I'm waiting today?

A girl, fine and pretty, sits down beside me,
praising the sunfilled day.
Shoo I say, and she too chirps away
Can't she see I'm waiting for love today?
shoo, I cry, shoo, go away!

Above my weathered thoughts, the moon attempts to hope
a rain of daggers serve to drench,
(see Juliet; elope)
as I sit along this rotten bench
-waiting for love to find me.

See, I'm an old man now, breaths shorter every day,
and I've fallen victim to my own dismay,
I shoo the leaves, withering away,
can't they see I'm waiting today?

A woman, fine and pretty, sits down beside me,
praising the beauty of storms today,
Shoo I say, and she too withers away
Can't she see I'm waiting for love today?
Shoo, I weep, shoo, go away!

(King is an hour glass of blood. xxtreme.)

Title is in regard of thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird by Wallace Stevens, of which I highly suggest if you're bored and have some pennies of thought to spare.

Life has been hectic in the past few weeks to say the least, and I'm currently trying to balance life, school, and some hobbies. I could write a thousand meaningful words right now, and still not make a point. That's what I'm trying to fix.

You know when you listen to a song, a movie, or just anybody and it strikes you as oddly personal? Those times somebody next to you is talking to their friend but it feels as if they were talking to you? I was driving to school about two weeks ago, listening to the radio, and a guy was talking about how his dad had asked him "so what did you do for yourself today?" when he was focused more on work than living.

That same day, a girl in my English class came to class in her torn canvas shoes. I asked her where she had been last class, and she said it had been too nice of a day to sit inside. So what did she do? Stood outside and blew bubbles.

Yesterday was a perfect day so I skipped school to climb trees. The fact I found the best climbing tree I've seen in a long time coupled with the muddy grin of Spartacus made every second of not sitting on a computer worth it.

Ever since, I have asked myself the same question before I've gone to bed. It's not a selfish question, you need that sort of mental comfort to spread joy into everybody else's life. This is my new mission, going to bed with at least one clear moment of a blissfully personal moment. Whether you do this by helping a stranger, skipping a class to blow bubbles, or climbing trees, it doesn't matter. Life's short, take every second by the horns and gallop to the end, possibly attempting to not structure expressions as lame as that one. What I'm trying to ask is, what have you done for yourself today?





A princess young, and a queen old. My 80 dollar digital camera can't really illustrate color too well, but I suppose it's the gist of it. I could list a bunch of excuses as to how it came out and why its slightly unfinished, but that wouldn't get me further than a three legged horse on a zip line.




You're correct, that made no sense.

marriage by you.einsteinsmall by you.

Einsteingill by you.

Einstein2 by you.

Fragill by you.

A homework assignment that was difficult, but fun nonetheless. We had to do all uppercase, and Fraktur is a germanic display font. So instead of the letters looking like the raktur they were all on "ye olde acid"