I want to apologize to Lindsay Clark
I did not know she read my blog and I didn't put here in the acknowledgments last go round.
THIS IS ME SAYING SORRY.
SORRY
=)
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
A Tribute To A Singer pt. 1
1. I recently realized that my poetry isn't as good as I think it is :) ( there is my ego) So this is a thank you to my two readers. ( Ellen and Christine)
2. This section will be the first in a multi part series, in which I will feature a musician. The wonderful singer's name is Saya Novinger.
I actually don't know how to put audio in my blog so if anyone knows please tell me so you can hear the subtle tones of her voice. So instead I have a poem I wrote for her about a month ago that was inspired by her singing. ( The next section will have her music)
The Pipes of Lady Novinger
2. This section will be the first in a multi part series, in which I will feature a musician. The wonderful singer's name is Saya Novinger.
I actually don't know how to put audio in my blog so if anyone knows please tell me so you can hear the subtle tones of her voice. So instead I have a poem I wrote for her about a month ago that was inspired by her singing. ( The next section will have her music)
The Pipes of Lady Novinger
"Ok" said I.
"Sing until we all know you deserve this job"
And she sung, out
out from her radiant core rang the notes
each one laden with the skill of their crafter
Each note a pure testament to deliberate skill
A page of brilliant music
that glowed with a light of genius
blinding red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
All of the colors make white, divine, perfect.
Crescendo, Legato, Vibrato
FortÃsimo, Cadenza, Contralto,
Expresivo, Nocturne, Decrescendos
Hang those musicologists for trying to name this.
It is everything.
Tree, Fish, Fast, Slow, Paint, Moon,
Binder, Continent, Glass, King
Galaxy, All.
and all of the sounds made me cry
they blended together to form material soft as the sun.
is it even possible to get close to the sun
and not burn?
EXPLODE
from the presence of it.
Feel the perfect unison of hydrogen, and oxygen, and every other gas
being fused together to make perfect
perfect
perfect
perfect
measures sung with resonance of peace
I wiped the ash from my shirt. My eyebrows had been burnt away.
I wrote her a note of a piece of paper.
“Darling, never speak to me again.
I want not to hear anything new; the sounds of my foot steps are like cacophonous drums banging away,
a birds song is like a screeching storm of tweaks and twerps.
Only your voice can ever be beautiful to me.
I have removed my ears so that I can live in the moment of your song forever.“
“You got the job.”
Friday, October 12, 2007
Philosophize about Philosophy
Today I was reading "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" and I was at a particularly good part. The book was discussing all types of revolutionary philosophy and it made me think...I want to be a revolutionary philosophizer. So I was walking to my next class and questioning everything. Why is this that and such and such. Mostly just picking nits.
Then I stumbled across some more remarkable thoughts (at least by my standards) and if not remarkable thoughts then I would say universal truths.
So...here it goes.
Consider a window. It is made with a single purpose in mind, to provide a portal to the outside world: a place to see through or allow air to pass through. But then consider a bricked up window. Why would someone make a window and brick it up?
The frame of the window can still be pleasing to see, even if it is bricked up. But the window is no longer a window, yet it is still called a window. What would you call it otherwise? And what Purpose would the window serve?
The function of the window is irrelevant. Because it is still defined as a window. By coming to that conclusion we can determine that function is irrelevant. Rather it is function that defines usage.
Consider now the bricked window. It is a window, it functions as a window, albeit poorly; as such, its usage, which has been determined by some outside force, is minimal and primarily aesthetic.
Now consider a pine bush. It expends valuable energy to create a vibrant, beautiful berry. At one time that berry may have contained nutrients but now it is a poisonous shell for a seed, useless to all hosts of creatures. Does it not seem frivolous of nature to create a berry that serves little purpose?
The usage of the berry exceeds little more than that of the window, as an aesthetic piece, and as such is defined as a object of useless beauty. Its existence serves no greater purpose, it is purely frivolous. Through these deductions we can determine that usage indeed defines existence.
As an example: Many philosophers state that humans serve no greater purpose than that of reproduction. But what of those humans, who number a substantial percentage, that engage in no reproduction in their life. Would you qualify them as useless? Does not their existence on this earth correlate to their usage. They are not used as machines as reproductions but rather as vessels for other pursuits: arts, sciences, mathematics, philosophy. Their usage is determined thus, they serve for the betterment of mankind. They are used by the qualities of their mind, be it a sex drive or something more academic. Is it not human nature to question or are we to lie in the complacency of our lying.
We can further state that if we go as far to define something we limit its possibilities of boundless existence. Consider a Car. If we go as far to identify a car as a means of transportation, that is al it is. Can not the car exist for other purposes? Can it not serve as an assembly of parts to generate energy? Or as a residency?
whoah.....that sounded better in my head. I had trouble tying together my hierarchy of existence...but you get it yeah?
Then I stumbled across some more remarkable thoughts (at least by my standards) and if not remarkable thoughts then I would say universal truths.
So...here it goes.
Consider a window. It is made with a single purpose in mind, to provide a portal to the outside world: a place to see through or allow air to pass through. But then consider a bricked up window. Why would someone make a window and brick it up?
The frame of the window can still be pleasing to see, even if it is bricked up. But the window is no longer a window, yet it is still called a window. What would you call it otherwise? And what Purpose would the window serve?
The function of the window is irrelevant. Because it is still defined as a window. By coming to that conclusion we can determine that function is irrelevant. Rather it is function that defines usage.
Consider now the bricked window. It is a window, it functions as a window, albeit poorly; as such, its usage, which has been determined by some outside force, is minimal and primarily aesthetic.
Now consider a pine bush. It expends valuable energy to create a vibrant, beautiful berry. At one time that berry may have contained nutrients but now it is a poisonous shell for a seed, useless to all hosts of creatures. Does it not seem frivolous of nature to create a berry that serves little purpose?
The usage of the berry exceeds little more than that of the window, as an aesthetic piece, and as such is defined as a object of useless beauty. Its existence serves no greater purpose, it is purely frivolous. Through these deductions we can determine that usage indeed defines existence.
As an example: Many philosophers state that humans serve no greater purpose than that of reproduction. But what of those humans, who number a substantial percentage, that engage in no reproduction in their life. Would you qualify them as useless? Does not their existence on this earth correlate to their usage. They are not used as machines as reproductions but rather as vessels for other pursuits: arts, sciences, mathematics, philosophy. Their usage is determined thus, they serve for the betterment of mankind. They are used by the qualities of their mind, be it a sex drive or something more academic. Is it not human nature to question or are we to lie in the complacency of our lying.
We can further state that if we go as far to define something we limit its possibilities of boundless existence. Consider a Car. If we go as far to identify a car as a means of transportation, that is al it is. Can not the car exist for other purposes? Can it not serve as an assembly of parts to generate energy? Or as a residency?
whoah.....that sounded better in my head. I had trouble tying together my hierarchy of existence...but you get it yeah?
Monday, October 1, 2007
The first of september
Yay, today is the first. Of all the days, I think the first is my favorite.
I get paid on the first and....that is the only reason. Likewise the 15th is awesome.
Well, I didn't do so hot on my astronomy test I got a 40/52 which is like a 77%. WTF ZOMG NO WAY; I studied more for that test than I have any test in the history of my brain.
I have my geology test in 35 minutes.....and yes I studied more than I did for the astronomy test.
I am thinking of putting XP on my computer again. it will cost me greatly.
ALSO....I am going to go winter close shopping soon.
Wish me luck....
and now for todays poem....the last one was a bit sloppy this one is deffinitly more meditated.
I get paid on the first and....that is the only reason. Likewise the 15th is awesome.
Well, I didn't do so hot on my astronomy test I got a 40/52 which is like a 77%. WTF ZOMG NO WAY; I studied more for that test than I have any test in the history of my brain.
I have my geology test in 35 minutes.....and yes I studied more than I did for the astronomy test.
I am thinking of putting XP on my computer again. it will cost me greatly.
ALSO....I am going to go winter close shopping soon.
Wish me luck....
and now for todays poem....the last one was a bit sloppy this one is deffinitly more meditated.
Love your Chengu
Do you remember all of the fun we had?
How we talked of perfect futures
where you and I lived as neighbors
and the milk man came promptly, everyday at 7am.
Oh, how i remember such promises
and how I miss our time together.
Now I am older, as we all are.
Adorned with facial hair and common sense
and I see what is reality.
Pick some cities.
Chicago-D.C.-Seattle-New York.
Put them between our houses.
Separate us by miles and miles,
oceans and beaches.
Separate us by crappy cars
and sky-high sky travel around the world.
I will tell you a secret, we live in a crazy mixed up world
not to be clichéd but....yep. That is a good description.
For us to assume such fancies is LUNACY
"Dr.Frankenstein, you cant have his brain."
"Yes I need it."
"Why?"
"I want to play with it"
=
"Pizza, monday. k?"
"OK, cya then."
"BTW did you get teh math homework"
etc...
But their is still a friendship, a love, between us.
Our time together determined that.
When we fought, When we loved,
When we laughed, When we boozed.
Those are our memories to lack away forever.
Behind lock and key, steel and biometrics.
When I see your photo,
from the shutter's light
I am briefly sad. My sun sets
But then I remember our time. My sun rises again.
So, record me in your journal.
Store me in your heart.
Sing me in your songs and
paint me in your art.
Because I write you in my verse.
How we talked of perfect futures
where you and I lived as neighbors
and the milk man came promptly, everyday at 7am.
Oh, how i remember such promises
and how I miss our time together.
Now I am older, as we all are.
Adorned with facial hair and common sense
and I see what is reality.
Pick some cities.
Chicago-D.C.-Seattle-New York.
Put them between our houses.
Separate us by miles and miles,
oceans and beaches.
Separate us by crappy cars
and sky-high sky travel around the world.
I will tell you a secret, we live in a crazy mixed up world
not to be clichéd but....yep. That is a good description.
For us to assume such fancies is LUNACY
"Dr.Frankenstein, you cant have his brain."
"Yes I need it."
"Why?"
"I want to play with it"
=
"Pizza, monday. k?"
"OK, cya then."
"BTW did you get teh math homework"
etc...
But their is still a friendship, a love, between us.
Our time together determined that.
When we fought, When we loved,
When we laughed, When we boozed.
Those are our memories to lack away forever.
Behind lock and key, steel and biometrics.
When I see your photo,
from the shutter's light
I am briefly sad. My sun sets
But then I remember our time. My sun rises again.
So, record me in your journal.
Store me in your heart.
Sing me in your songs and
paint me in your art.
Because I write you in my verse.
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