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Sunday, December 14, 2008

south africa

Sometimes I think about the people floating out there in the world that I am connected to by blood relation. Do they look like me? Do they talk like me? Do we have the same personality/interests/goals? So many people. So Far away. In a way, it is a curse that we cannot meet them. That there are so many others related to us that we know of but do not know. So many people that love us that we have never met. And who we love. I understand that consanguinity is not everything, but it is a bond. A bound that binds beyond thousands of miles of wires, waves, oceans and continents. A bond that goes beneath the superficial surface and straight into our hearts. A bond that defies time and distance, as if there were none. However, I suppose I can only say time and distance has been defied when we have met them. When our questions are answered. And when our hearts are one. And I hope that day is soon to come.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Kings

premeditated plans
cut off life support
the other life, so near
and me, on the other side, so far
I told you
that I hated him
and he'd better watch it
in the street
I told you
that I hated it
when you came home
too late
to eat
I told you
that I hated it
when you woke me from
my sleep
And still
so far
and me
so near
and you woke me
from my sleep

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

money

cha ching
cha ching
wedding bells bring
cha ching
cha ching
children sing
cha ching
cha ching
the waiting wings
cha ching
cha ching
resounding grovel rings
cha ching
cha ching
I loved you so
cha ching
cha ching
I let you go
cha ching
cha ching
Now I'm alone
and you're
letting the registers ring
cha ching

Friday, January 11, 2008

lately
alcohol is so
extreme
not to just me but
friends
it ends in
tears
or necessitates
sirens

we've had enough
we've had too much

Thursday, October 11, 2007

696

undo the past
picture
the words
not worth it
unsprung
sensation
early rising
displacement
and the wreckage
that would weaken
and the bells
they say would ring in
day's judgment
of offensive
unoffensive
menstruators
blue balled angry
penetrators
crashing down
into the blackness
sleep
is all
that's left
made my way
past the wreckage
past the thorns
of insane's requiem
up and against
those casualties
faded to black
and fell
and I
here
am fading
as well

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

complete ignorance
Ig
norE
ance
don't exist
I
been a slave
through
waves
wires
miles and miles
of ideas.
no matter
don't bother
only with
compl
ete
ig
norE
nce

Monday, March 5, 2007

fill the void
with hollow sound
cut the noise
to higher ground
open black
below the mound
misery
all soul did shone
flailing new
the tangled limbs
four against
the monkey tin
and paling
proper print
grin
only me
within it lied

Books-May Contain Spoilers

Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk

Contemporary satirical master, Chuck Palahniuk, explores the ugly side of prettiness. She is a model who has everything including a boyfriend, a best friend and all the attention in the world. But everything changes when she is involved in a horrible "accident" that leaves her horribly disfigured and unable to speak. She travels through the U.S. and Canada with two companions, who find interesting ways to make a living along the way. Despite the fact that she is mute, Palahniuk speaks for her, revealing to the audience that her her lenses were not tinted rose at all, but merely shaded black.

Palahniuk exposes the dark side of the bright in this lovely little novel. He also both explores and questions the social expectations of gender. This is especially illustrated during one particular point in the novel, wherein the protagonist and her best friend are doing a photo shoot in a slaughterhouse while animal carcasses are dangling on chains around them
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American Appetites, by Joyce Carol Oates

The nineteenth literary work of this acclaimed storyteller centers around the worst seemingly worst thing that could happen. It is upper-middle class suburbia in the 1980s for Ian and Glynnis McCullough, a middle aged well-respected couple of Hazelton-on-Hudson, the New York City suburb that they have resided in for fifteen years.

The McCulloughs are most certainly a family of prestige. Ian, a political scientist who has a fairly high ranking position in the institute, which revolves many around demographics. Glynnis, a housewife who is writing her third cook-book, and a social butterfly who hosts as many parties as she attends. Their daughter, Bianca a college freshman at a respected University in Connecticuit, who is involved in the performing arts. And the beautiful glass house in which they reside, designed by a prominent local architect. It is both furnished with impeccable taste, and cleaned regulary by their dark-skinned maid

One night the glass breaks. An argument leads to an injury that leads to a scandal. And it is up to a jury to either put the pieces of the McCulloughs lives back together or sweep them up and throw them away.

Initially I was rather intrigued with the book and rather quickly I became entagled in the plot and the fate of the McCulloughs. But after awhile I found it hard to sympathize with Ian because he simply would not defend himself for such a long period of time, but I suppose that was a strategic move on the part of Oates so that his faith would become renewed by Sigrid Hunt

Regaring the verdict, obviously I believe that it was just due to the fact that there were no elements of the crime and it was, indeed, an "accident." Besides, Glynnis deserved it in the first place due to the way in which she treated her daughter and her many extra-marital affairs. haha.

I respect Oates greatly due to the fact that she stocks her works chock-full of detail. But I believe it to be extranoues at times, such as some of the scenes with the various friends the McCulloughs had in this particular novel.

Still, the theme jumped out from the blank white space between the lines and hit me square in the face. It can be best summed up in the sociological theory of the looking-glass self: "I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am."

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Girl with a Pearl Earring, by Tracy Chevalier
Set is Delft, Holland, 1664. Griet is sixteen years old, chopping vegetables, and they come.

In this novel, Chevalier frames Vermeer's famous painting, "Girl with a Pearl Earring." This fictionalized account centers around Griet, whose father is disabled and unable to work, so she must support her family by working as a maid for the Vermeers. Her most arduous task is to clean the studio, in which everything must be left exactly in its place.

But as the children multiply, so do the eyes on Griet. And in the end she must make a choice that will change her life forever.

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