Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Everything is Anything
A showcase of emotion
into a wonderless mind.
Reasonable explanations
few ears can hide.
Agression and satisfaction
are all the same.
Lying and teasing
to pull the mane.
Useless battles fill the space
pushing things to be embraced.
Falling hearts end the scene
leaving reason and love unseen.
into a wonderless mind.
Reasonable explanations
few ears can hide.
Agression and satisfaction
are all the same.
Lying and teasing
to pull the mane.
Useless battles fill the space
pushing things to be embraced.
Falling hearts end the scene
leaving reason and love unseen.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Fitting In and Getting OUT
I spent my entire time in high school on adventures, never worrying about fitting in with the bro's and ho's of my middle of nowhere high school. Lucky me! It was not until I went on the adventure of a lifetime that I would finally feel what it feels like to NOT fit in.
Summer 2008 was spent in Europe; Spain and France to be exact. While your reading this you might start to think I'm complaining because one, I was in EUROPE and two, who actually does "fit in" there? It's a societal mess where gypsies live around the corner from prominent business men! But rest assure, I was not Miss Popular.
I was surrounded by the brilliant minds of people some who were the same age or even younger than me. Minds I could not comprehend. Partially because my knowledge on ALL things humanities was not as advanced as I had thought. And while I was still on adventure of all things great: art, literature, love and in all just pure discovery, I realized that my lack in knowledge was making me feel inferior. And instead of getting over it like any college girl in Paris would on the sake of just being in Paris, the feeling stayed with me months after I arrived home.
Then I got over myself. I finally understood how boring and overly presumptuous these people were. These minds I wanted so much to be around who never shifted their conversations from anything but the next piece of literature and their philosophy of it. Does this mean I hate philosophy? Maybe. Socrates words on the men who sit high in their white temples praising themselves for their knowledge while they judge the world kept running through my head every time their mouths would open. Maybe I do like philosophy.
And while there was something to learn from these achieved and bold people, I also learned that it's important to indulge oneself in other things. To be passionate and foward on many things. Plato argued that a perfect man would be a worldy one. Modesty should have been put in their somewhere.
Summer 2008 was spent in Europe; Spain and France to be exact. While your reading this you might start to think I'm complaining because one, I was in EUROPE and two, who actually does "fit in" there? It's a societal mess where gypsies live around the corner from prominent business men! But rest assure, I was not Miss Popular.
I was surrounded by the brilliant minds of people some who were the same age or even younger than me. Minds I could not comprehend. Partially because my knowledge on ALL things humanities was not as advanced as I had thought. And while I was still on adventure of all things great: art, literature, love and in all just pure discovery, I realized that my lack in knowledge was making me feel inferior. And instead of getting over it like any college girl in Paris would on the sake of just being in Paris, the feeling stayed with me months after I arrived home.
Then I got over myself. I finally understood how boring and overly presumptuous these people were. These minds I wanted so much to be around who never shifted their conversations from anything but the next piece of literature and their philosophy of it. Does this mean I hate philosophy? Maybe. Socrates words on the men who sit high in their white temples praising themselves for their knowledge while they judge the world kept running through my head every time their mouths would open. Maybe I do like philosophy.
And while there was something to learn from these achieved and bold people, I also learned that it's important to indulge oneself in other things. To be passionate and foward on many things. Plato argued that a perfect man would be a worldy one. Modesty should have been put in their somewhere.
Why can't I read Joyce?!!
To conquer James Joyce's Ulysses seems like the inevitable. Like having to make that right turn in two seconds but being in the far left lane.It also seems painful. I see my brain hurting from trying to comprehend his brilliance and my hands aching from looking up the thousand or so words that I can't define. Frustration has seeped in but since my new year's resolution has been to not tell myself I can not do something, I suppose that means I will. But then again, I won't. Just because he is one of the most outstanding writers of all times, does not mean I have to necessarily enjoy his work. My favorite poet is a suicidal woman for crying out loud! Sometimes our interest do not lie where hundreds of other people's does. Lesson of the day.
Art by Amy L. Burns
Found the most beautiful paintings today. Similar to my style of painting. Checked out the artist's profile and we have a lot in common. Flattering I must say.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Admonition
Those who still support animal cruelty.
If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You'll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
-Sylvia Plath
If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You'll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
-Sylvia Plath
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