Friday, October 17, 2008
Notebook reflection
That was interesting, critiquing my own work, taking the raw expression of pen to paper and making it cold and formal in a blog post. Yes it still has expression and images, but now they're for the audience and not just for myself. I found myself cutting out things that only made sense to me like clever inside jokes, lyrics, quotes, and odd feelings. Overall it wasn't too bad, but I don't like being overly critical of my own work.
Notebook 3
Screech, BOOM! Parts fly, not here nor there, but everywhere. The explosion dawns before the day is drawn. The midnight air so chilling and dark. Lights flashing, people screaming. Am I awake, or is she dreaming. I don't know the difference between an accident and conditionally on purpose. Controlling controllers filling the world with fear and envy. She stole my karma, and my intrigue as well. Availability and stability with a simpleton's touch. The day breaks like fire through wicker, the days fog is like a corn field in a scary movie, it's getting thicker and thicker. If God is an Astronaut, does that make Neil Armstrong divine?
Notebook 2
He was the kind of guy who wanted a Lexus
... who drove a Buick
... who thought about impurities
... who dreamed of the supernatural
... who watched hockey on CBC
... who has not yet found the one
... who grabbed her hand, and thought about the future
... who lost all his money on penny slots
... who lost his everything, to paranoia
... who listened to smooth jazz
... who jumped off a building to relax
... who is never sure about anything
... who was an asshole to entertain himself
... who lived the live he loved, and loved the life he lived
He was the kind of guy who is very complex.
... who drove a Buick
... who thought about impurities
... who dreamed of the supernatural
... who watched hockey on CBC
... who has not yet found the one
... who grabbed her hand, and thought about the future
... who lost all his money on penny slots
... who lost his everything, to paranoia
... who listened to smooth jazz
... who jumped off a building to relax
... who is never sure about anything
... who was an asshole to entertain himself
... who lived the live he loved, and loved the life he lived
He was the kind of guy who is very complex.
Reason statements, so I was reading some cool statements online the other day… and came across an Ayn Rand quote. Which reads ““Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.” Man that’s inspiring I should try to write my own…
Reality can only be received by one’s not in their own.
The main component of reason, is the audience’s ability to apply it.
The wholesome are only that way because they do not think like the whole sum.
Effort is futile if... it’s put towards an undesirable outcome.
The willing is just another way to say the people who settle for something they don’t want to do, then there’s those freaks who just volunteer!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Insomnia
I've been up for 37 hours straight now, 20 bottles of water, an Arnold Palmer, 3 turkey subs, some mac-n-cheese, 4 protein bars, 5 miles (jogged), and 3 hours on Madden... about sums it up.
My mind is thinking, but my body is just going through the motions... instinct, what a powerful drug. I can't even feel my fingers crash down upon the black keyboard, but yet words come out like a process undefined, my senses are heightened, like I've never lived before, what a wonderful feeling, being totally alert... totally aware of my surroundings, but to think... the soft mattress with 4 pillows thrown on, a smooth jazz record playing... my sheets screaming for attention, it's time my friends, to give in and skip off to the wonderful world of the subconscious.
My mind is thinking, but my body is just going through the motions... instinct, what a powerful drug. I can't even feel my fingers crash down upon the black keyboard, but yet words come out like a process undefined, my senses are heightened, like I've never lived before, what a wonderful feeling, being totally alert... totally aware of my surroundings, but to think... the soft mattress with 4 pillows thrown on, a smooth jazz record playing... my sheets screaming for attention, it's time my friends, to give in and skip off to the wonderful world of the subconscious.
what is art?
Expression
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aLjup934Rk
Comedy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPehsy-oFTo
Robert Frost
http://www.ketzle.com/frost/revelati.htm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aLjup934Rk
Comedy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPehsy-oFTo
Robert Frost
http://www.ketzle.com/frost/revelati.htm
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