OKay, I”m ashamed of this one - it’s a real number two for the NaPoWriMo but I have a history of problems with not handing things in, so I’ll just do it. Hopefully my future self will forgive me. I didn’t realise that amazing company you wanted to work for would reject you after reading this D:
My world’s axis turns upon a point,
the size of a blueberry,
and as it curls, and dips, and flourishes
so I desperately cling,
led by self-muzzled mouth, all-clenched.
Never that I would turn aside, waver, retreat.
The blue-breasted robin sits on the windowsill,
and creatures, big and small,
kind and worthy,
have gathered in smoggy, windswept Sydney City.
The robin clears its tinny throat, and all arch,
poised to sing, but:
I’ve never seen a robin in Sydney,
and my biggest animal, a large lone dog.
Perhaps a chorus of cockroaches were poised
to chirrup, because their armies are indeed,
these high, closed windows,
a glossy whiteboard and
Hell: Preliminary Level.
Not the mysteries of the universe,
not JFK’s real killer,
not the mechanisms of law,
oh no, not today.
Not even my writingdesk,
for not writing words of note,
Just black pen on white board -
Someone fucking learn how to level up!!
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has learned to avert from the blind glare
of the eternal. All colours, now,
are nothing, when his shoulder brush-strokes
the steel-cold black. All the world he knows,
if he remembers that one touch.
In an attempt to increase the frequency of my writing, I’ve signed up for the national poetry writing month. The last poem I wrote when I was 15 and it was also one of the first poems I’d written (excluding acrostic poems - they’re much too fun to be counted as real writing).
I regret that this writing exercise is electronic, as I’ll never be able to destroy my work with flames.
At the end of this thing, you may find that I’ve cringed so much at my own work that I’ve actually turned inside out.
I’m going to stop writing now, lest the last of my creativity dribbles out of my veins to waste.
Wish me luck. Please.
…Passion is Instinct, and Instinct is Nature, and as Nature is Things-As-They-Are, Passion only amounts to a concentrated burst of truth.
…passion is a characteristic only of the irrational and the semiscient(as that kind of excitability can only exist within an entity to which new, possibly contradictory information is revealed) , we can understand how some might accuse others of committing a crime in passion.
There is no escaping the fact, however, that passion is the arm of all of a person’s thoughts and emotions, and it should be respected as a truth particular to a certain person at that one point in time. Here, though, the nobility of passion dissolves into vague subjectivity - let us each do as we please! all in the name of Passion! - much like a peasant’s dubious relations to the Queen (although most likely, to please the audience’s penchant for perversity, he is).
I’ll apologise now, if my blog name suggested a more polished read; this will just be a clamour of voices trying to make sense of the world.”
Okay, I quoted myself; but this was so clearly unedited and onwritten—then-forgotten that I had to come back.
In my definitions of passion, it seems that I’ve forgotten lifelong passions e.g. a passion for work, a passion for another person i.e. love and etc. These passions are long-burning, not a “burst” and neither are they irrational because if you either look back far enough or deep enough, you’ll find some set of events which have directed a particular person to their passion, or which kindled their passion. Looking at the image, it doesn’t seem the work of a just-discovered passion.
So there must be differences between new passions and older passions. The newer passions are full of joie de vivre and the older passions are more developed and consist of a relationship between the person and their object of passion. [I may have been aiming to shock - or at least make a different connection - with “Passion is Instinct” but now, passion is love, although it is a cliche, rings truer for me. Whether it’s love for a person or love for a system e.g. law and justice etc. the subject pours so much of himself into the object and takes just as much, if not more, from it that it is undeniable that wherever there is passion, there is a relationship that ties the passionate and the passion together. -the generosity and rapacity of love-]
So let’s move onto the older passions then, since that’s what we think is the subject of the image. An older passion has had more time to develop, sure, but it can’t be necessarily sinister and overgrown to the point of suffocation. Many people rudder on their passions to their death, untroubled but driven - doctors, the special kinds of journalists and judges etc. don’t often reach a point where they’re roused against their passions i.e. doctors don’t (usually) start killing, journalists don’t lie, and judges don’t become anarchists. They hold a lifelong passion successfully to life’s end never crossing the wires of their passion with their morality.
Othello, on the other hand, held a short but blue-hot passion for Desdemona, who he loved and strangled in the space of a couple of weeks.
oh dear god, to be continued:
- does that mean intense passions are doomed to tragedy?
- would tragedy have occured if not for Iago?
- Certainly, the image suggests a strong passion at least.
- However, passion as love for something or someone does not lead to violence naturally. In its normal course, love does not lead to murder - murder is not one of the bumps in the path of love!
- So we’re talking about roused passion. Disturbed passion, passion that’s been diverted, provoked, dammed you could even analogise it to (after the dam’s been built, the passion runs nevermore - it’s also an ecological disaster for the flora and fauna around)
- Passion is the prioritising of interests. It’s monogamy in the realm of occupying yourself.
In summation, our issues with our previous article is a) passion is not instinct, a chain of events builds an instinct within us and the repeated exertion of this instinct turns into a passion or love for this thing, maybe; b) there is more than one type of passion. As well as quick bursts of passion, there are also life-held passions; c) I have an objection of “here, though…” - we haven’t even discussed the morality of passion yet! How can we so quickly condemn this picture for its bloodiness when we haven’t thought about the concept behind it? Take fur for example, is faux fur for poor people who want real fur or for animal lovers? would an animal-lover wear a representation of a dead animal pelt? I suspect you just wanted to go to bed. This happens too often.
And I sometimes wonder whether I have good ideas, Are they worth recording? Well, they’re of interest to me. This was quite fun.
When you don’t like beer.
Honestly, reading my last post, I think I was an incoherent mess. That’s why I turned to blogging that first time, so now I post again with a different goal in hopes that this is an achievable one.
I like reading and so I read many books. I like to read a lot of things by a lot of different people from a lot of different places, so much so that I can’t call up one particular bookworm and say, hey! heard about this interesting thing that I’ve recently been informed of? I don’t like being told what to read; so let’s watch those many book clubs being violently nuked from my mental map. And now I turn to the wide, wide, world-wide web. Here, there are world-sized pool of information on world-sized variety of subjects; and some might say that you can find anything and everything online but I would beg to differ - and that’s where the title comes in.
I did a google search for “list of innocent reasons to go to a bar” and I found:
1. A site with very amusing music puns for the music nerd:
2. A Chris Brown vs. Drake pub brawl (apparently many people were shirtless)
3. why the death penalty was awful and I didn’t get why “The United States is the only country in the Western industrialized world that still uses the death penalty." - A sobering one, this.
4, More Death Penalty stories - just bungled case after bungled case. Law is too commercial if you can only get as good a defense as you can afford. And “Even the original homicide investigator on the case said he had serious doubts about Spence’s [executed man] guilt”? What? I assume there was a lot of pressure from the media to find the culprit since the article on this case doesn’t suggest another easy scapegoat for this case . How horrible.
5. Pulp fiction
6. Some interesting Situation Puzzles
7. who Rodney King was.
8.The Great Train Robbery in England
9. the wicked deeds of Cameron Todd Willingham
As interesting as all that was, it turns out that I have the capacity to contribute to the internet after all; so, my
List of Innocent Reasons to Go to a Pub
1. It is the only thing open and you are lost.
2. It is the only place open and you need to use the bathroom.
3. You’ve got a cold and your cold medicine has you so confused that you didn’t realise you were walking into a pub.
In other words, there is no innocent reason why you’d go into a pub. You either like going to pubs or, you are a stalker.
You’re Welcome, Internet.
Hopefully, it won’t be another 6 months.
--I have an overnight job that I do not, not, not want, but I can't say no to the money @_@ I'm too much of a spendthrift - but despite the desiring money as an enabler, this sleep deprivation thing is hindering my ability to do the things that I'm allegedly working for.
---So, frantically looking for a life-friendly job that pays alright - and it is fucking hard.