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Black DaisyBlack Daisy
Black daises
like this black
love of mine
surely begin
to dwindle and die
carried away upon
the wind
Seeds of all
that remain
to fall upon
this black earth
Where maybe
they will come
to birth
A poison fruit
or an untold truth
6:13 AM - 11/6/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy A stain on the victoryWhile it is a wonderful day for the Country. It may yet prove to be a shameful day for California.
Proposistion 8 which I have mentioned here a couple of times but just to recap is the Prop that wants to change the U.S. state consistution in order to make it illegal for gays to marry, right now is in the lead to pass. While there are still many votes yet to be counted and it cannot be called. It does not look good as things currently stand. 4:44 PM - 11/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy CELEBRATION!!!Ok I only have one thing to say
BARAK OBAMA WON THE PRSIDENCY!!!
For the first time ever, I can say it acutally feels good to be an American. As you have all known I have always been something of an anti-patirot. But today this country has made me proud.
4:11 AM - 11/5/2008 - comments {1} - post commentShare and enjoy The Lost GenerationI have become obcessed and fascinated with what has come to be known as the "lost generation." I am taking an English class in the American novel, from 1914-1945 I think it is. And the so called "lost generation" were primiarly the Americans, those that had some personal experince with the war, WW1, and what the effects of the ward did to them. After the war was over, they felt all of thier old vaules, and what they once knew of the world was shattered. They had both inner as well as physcial scars. After the things they wittnissed, the things they lost, and the things they had to do, they felt as if morality had shattered around them, they became numb inside and no longer did anything truly mean anything anymore. As well, there was the difficulty in adjusting after the war, they could no longer return to and adapt to a normal life, in order to "feel" anything again, they needed that excitement, that adventure.
Many of them became what were known as ex-patriots because they stayed over in Europe and just wondered around aimlessly, they did not feel they could return home again after what they have been through. Many of them formed these little artists communities and became writers or painters, and it was from them that a lot of "mondenization" and exprirmental stuff began to explode.
For my Englist class we read The Sun Also Rises, though I had already read the book before, reading it again, and thinking about it on a deeper level, and discussing it, the book really came to have a strong impact upon me, when I thought of what the characters in the book really represented. As the story is about a group of this sort of lost generation. And thinking about the motives of the characters for why they truly are how they are. It really is a remarkable story but when it seeps in it is also terribly depressing. But it left a lasting impression upon me.
Then in my History class, I was reading about the new generation or Mexcian-Americans, the children of the Mexican immigrants, those that were born in the US with parents that came from Mexico, and it was around the same time as the war in the 1940's and the children of the immigrants, they formed there own little sub-culture which reminded me in a lot of ways of the lost generation and which I found to be quite interesting. They were called the Zoot-Suiters becasue they tended to dress in the popular fassion of the day, which many are familair with the old zoot sutis, and the 40's fasion, but with the new genration of Mexicans, they really exgerated the style to make it thier own and to stand apart from the others, and they reason they formed this little gang of theres was becasue they were trapped between two different worlds, neither of which excepted them. Becasue they did not have the old world vaules of thier parents they were disaproved of by the old generation, but becasue of prejudice and discrimination they were not embraced in the dominant Anglo culture either. So they created this little world of thier own where they could idenifty with each other and find some sort of unity. 1:50 AM - 11/2/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy HourglassI really liked this and thought it was quite stunning.
Artist: Joanna Barnum
Gallery: http://www.epilogue.net/cgi/database/art/list.pl?gallery=2711&genre=2 12:20 AM - 11/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Quote of the WeekWe are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language ~ Joyce Carol Oates7:52 PM - 10/31/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Living DeadLiving Dead
I die inside myself
bit by bit rot away
given into the decay
And my skin
charred to ash
like dust in the wind
blows away.
5:16 AM - 10/29/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Blogging truly is for everyoneI just heard the coolist new story. I think it is totally awsome. I first heard about it on SNL, when they do thier little news segement and so I googled it to find out more information. In a cafe in Japan there is a potted plant which now has its own blog. It is hooked up to special senors which are attached to a computer, and the computer translates the plants daily feelings, moods, and thoughts. I had wanted to find the link to the blog itself, but it seems as if the blog is not acutally broadcast over the internet, or if so no one has released the link for it. And it is only readable in person by those that are acutally in the cafe.7:41 AM - 10/26/2008 - comments {3} - post commentShare and enjoy Headed for the Lynch MobWell I have this on going saga and becasue it is starting to get interesting and amusing, and becasue nothing is going on right now, I thought I would post it here. I had orignally began posting it in another blog of mine, and sense I do not feel like retyping what I wrote I am just going to post it here as I did in my other blog, and this is something that has been going on over a few days, so I sill just post it in segements.
Day 1
I think I am about to be accused of being a racist in my history class. I am taking a history class about Mexican-Americans, and the Southwest, and it is an online class, and we have this message bored for the class where we have discussions based upon our readings in which we can post anything we want in the reading for that week, and analysis certain passages, give are interpretations, and such of the like.
So in one of the books Mexicanos: A History of Mexicans in the United States by Gonzales, he had this section comparing Mexican immigrants to European immigrants and was talking about how today many European immigrants have now moved into the middle class while Mexican immigrants remain in working class, and he suggested that his has to do with continual racism of the Anglos. And he also did not differentiate between immigrants and illegal immigrants. So I was just like, I disagree with Gonzales, and while I will not deny that there is still existing racism, the fact is that many Mexicans do not make any attempts to adapt to American culture and while no one has to completely give up their own roots, if one is going to move to another country they should be prepared to adjust to that culture. And the fact is many of them do not learn to speak English, so there are other factors as to why Mexicans may not be moving ahead. And also, the truth is many of the Mexicans in migratory work are illegal immigrants, and while they should not be exploited, illegal immigrants should not be given the same entitlements as an immigrant who goes through the process to become a US citizens. And I have a feeling that is not going to be a popular view. Day 2
Ok it is official.
I had the first person tell me that my views were racist, and bias, and accused me of saying that Anglo culture was superior to Mexican culture. Then he accused me of saying that illegal immigrants were lazy, which I did not say anything remotely close to that. Day 3
Hahaha, ok that was just too hysterical. So my "little frined" in response to my counter-argument against his accusations that I am rasist, continues to try and put words in my mouth I did not say, and continues to go out of his way to misunderstand me.
But the best part is, he says he calls upon me to retract my statements? HA! Or what? He has zero power and authority over me. What is he going to do if I do not retract my statements? Continue to think I am a rascist? Psh! As if I all of all people care what some random douchebag thinks of me. If that is what makes him happy then he can go ahead. While I get the pleasure of knowing I am irritating him, I can sit back and laugh at whatever he wants to say about me, becasue I simply do not care. At times like this being a misanthrope comes in handy, becasue you do not take things like this personally. You just get a sadistic pleasure from it. Stay tuned to fine out what happens next! 5:40 AM - 10/26/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy AftermathAftermath Broken trees stand sentinel over the graven land where the ash snows down upon the subtle gray Somewhere a bird caws in no pretty voice where even the lost souls slip away and shadows slide into the arid cracked land The sky cast always in a shallow black where no sun grasps out or moon pulse as a Jude beacon Not even the welcome pitch in which the stars glimmer offering only illusioned wishes Only this bland voidness, where nothing grows. 5:50 AM - 10/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Naked woman looking in a psycheI find this paitning stunning, and thought this was a beautiful representation of natural beauty by Felix Vallotton
4:53 AM - 10/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Dark LadyDark Lady
Her eyes spoke of diamonds
as she looked into the sky
but her love I knew was illusion
a vision I wished would never die
Her hair was like a dream
bedecked in twilight
while her voice would sing
a lament of ethereal beings
But within her soul I knew
shadows dwelled
for she lived in an ebony tower
constructed of graven bone
Her heart was chilled deep as ice
and when she smiled fear
inspired, trembling to the core
But my adoration she always
had, and where she led I followed
her beauty was that of an
enchantress
And I knew someday she
would have my heart out
but like a child I was lost
when not under her guiding hand.
4:24 AM - 10/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Reoccuring Trends, not Products of MondernismOne of the things which annoys me about Modern society is the tendency of people to be, egosocitistical, yes I made that up but it is the best way I could thing to term the word. And what I mean is the tendencies for society to presume that everything is a product of modern society, that any little problem, or eccentricity, is blamed upon the state of the modern world, and is blamed on this that or the other thing, and seen as some horrible consequence of the modern world and everyone wants to look back to this idealistic "golden age" in which these sorts of things did not exist and which everything was better. The problem is 9 times out of 10, these things are not in fact products of the age, but they are reoccurring events/situations. They may fluctuate, ebb and flow, there may be times when they are more prominent, but it does not change the fact they were not birthed by the modern age, but they are in fact historically rooted.
So what am I talking about in particular today? Metrosextuality, I am sure by now most of you have heard that term. Just recently I had heard someone talking about how one of the results of feminism now is the emasculation of men, and the tendency to discourage masculine behavior, and make men more effeminate and I have heard other such things many times before. And of course it is all taken in the view as being some new thing that is a product of this age. The problem is, that simply is not true. Now the term Metrosexual is a modern invention, but the concept behind it is not something new. It was not created by the modern age, and it is a pre-existing condition. Perhaps some of you are familiar with the term Dandy and for those who are not, you probably know where I am going with this. Dandyisim was particularly popular in the late 18th to early 19th century. And what is a dandy you may ask? Well a dandy was a man whom put a great deal of emphasis upon his physical appearance, who spend a lot of attention to his personal grooming, knew all the high, popular fashion, and always dressed in the best most up to date clothing. They were men who typically tended to be very effeminate in nature and they typically came from the middle class but had an eye for the autocracy and were often trying to get into such circles. Dandies favored activities of luxury, they enjoyed socializing and going to balls, and the opera. They had very refined tastes. Here are some Dandy quotes
A Dandy is a clothes-wearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of Clothes. Every faculty of his soul, spirit, purse, and heroically consecrated to this one object, the wearing of Clothes wisely and well: so that the others dress to live, he lives to dress ... And now, for all this perennial Martyrdom person is, and Poesy, and even Prophecy, what is it that the Dandy asks in return? Solely, we may say, that you would recognise his existence; would admit him to be a living object; or even failing this, a visual object, or thing that will reflect rays of light.... - Thomas Carlyle, "The Dandiacal Body", in Sartor Resartus One should either be a work of Art, or wear a work of Art - Oscar Wilde
3:11 AM - 10/21/2008 - comments {1} - post commentShare and enjoy Nobel SavageI have to say, one thing I have discovered is that as much as I do love literature and as much as I read, and read a vast majority of different things, I do not truly fit in with an Intellectual crowd. As mentioned before I belong to this Literary forum and well I enjoy discussing the books, and enjoy a few discussion groups, and well I love to argue with everyone else, my views are often askew from that of everyone else. And what the problem is that most of those intellectual types, they are all so, what is the word I want, well I guess "humane" or soft, kind of bleeding heartish, overly empathetic, very "turn the other cheek" or "don't judge others" type of thing. Like a lot of them don't believe in the death penalty and they actually believe that world peace might someday be possible. Very idealistic. Pacifists, that is what many of them are, while I am far more aggressive in my general nature. At heart I am just too much of a barbarian to be an intellectual. I have a much harder-edged view upon things and I don't have a whole lot, (ok I don't really have any) sympathy for those who I deem as not deserving it. A lot of them are also very snobbish in ways. I am the total rebel.
Someone started this discussion all about revenge and whether it is a good thing or a bad, and of course I am all for revenge. I am a proponent of an Eye for an Eye, but everyone else is like oh revenge is so wrong, and you should forgive people, and then a couple of people wanted to talk about how the death penalty is really just a form of revenge and how a society that says murder is wrong should not have the death penalty. All the usual arguments. But I say, if someone kills another person in cold blood. Fry Their Ass! and if is just an act of revenge, who cares, I don't give a damn about their life and to me it is worth nothing. As for forgiveness. Pshaw, I don't forgive until I have had retribution. Then someone tried to take this idiotic completely literal interpretation of an eye for an eye, about "Well if someone raped one of your loves ones, you would you really respond by raping someone in their family? And I said, no, but I think death is a perfectly justifiable punishment for rape. Then they were like isn't death for rape upping the ante? And I say, no, it is perfectly legitimate. 12:31 AM - 10/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Lady of the DunesLady of the Dunes
A whisper in the ear
stirs against the air
she stands a nameless soul
forgotten by time
Her eyes plead
in her offered cry
while she remains
among the dunes
Her story untold
one faithful night
her life snuffed out
and here she fell
Grains of sand sifting
over her bones
until her corpse unearthed
and unknown
None to answer for her
she weeps alone
unto the twilight
wishing someone to hear
But her tears pass unseen
eroded with the years
no one left to remember
a lady left in the shadows
1:54 AM - 10/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Quote of the WeekWe are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language ~ Joyce Carol Oates4:46 PM - 10/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy To Blog or not to BlogMy very first blog was this blog I mad on AOL one day out of boredom because I discovered AOL recently added a blog feature, and at this time, I had heard of blogs, but had not expressed any real interest in them, but was like what the heck I am not doing anything right now I guess I will make one of the these things. So anyway, from there things had progressed and I ended up here at JH, and well I consider this blog to be much more elaborate, mature, and sophesitated, and sense my blog here my old AOL blog had passed out of my attention and well hardly anyone read it anyway.
So I have just recently had an e-mail from aol saying they were getting read of thier blog feature beacuse of low usage, and I did not give this much thought, but then they said you could have your aol blogs transfered over to Blogger.com. So now I have been deciding if I should do it or not, though I really do not have any particular reason to transfer that blog, for anything becasue I have not even looked at it in ages, and for another I have no idea what I would do with another blog I currently do not have any really need or use for a new blog, and well going back over looking at the old blog, I am rather annoyed with the whole thing, becasue I sound so bloody emo in it. Which needless to say I am not at all, but so many of the posts over there are just the dark and melo-dramatic musings of my mind. So I feel I ought to just let the thing die, and yet I still feel some compulsion to preserve it.
8:12 AM - 10/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Another DayDrifting into sleep sliding along distant streams or drawning among the streams the smell of rain feeling the pain while softly calling from somewhere in the deep at the bottom of a well encased in darkness just another tell a step away to fall from the moon while watching the world upside down no longer one with the crown just another voice which bespoke of this instance a jesture of a clown dressed to death. 7:27 AM - 10/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy Beneath the Mango TreesBeneath the Mango Trees
Beneath the mango trees
within the cool breeze
where the sun is barely
a golden touch
The waters calling softly
repetitively while somewhere
a distant bird calls
hidden away with feathers
as bright as the foliage
A place which can only exist
within the depths of a memory
that was only recalled out of a
dream, but how beautiful it was
that one fine day
When we lay beneath
the mango trees
just barely touching
skin against skin
with the sweet nectar
of fruit between us
The sands were cool
to the touch of warm bodies
and we danced among the
golden evening with not a cloud
in sight
Never will this moment be
forgot, while never has it
been materialized in time
it was only contrived
a place to escape where
in spite of the sunshine
the air is always cool
And there you await me
within the grove
where we lay among the vines
entangled as each twisted limb
A sanctuary found beneath
the mango trees, and when
twilight falls, together we
watch the stars with only the sound
of the light misted rain
stirred by the breeze
we are warmed in each other.
6:44 AM - 10/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy When We Are HistoryAs you are probably aware I am a great lover of history, but when it comes to my relationship or view of history I have somewhat mixed feelings. On the one hand I cannot deny that some of the things which have been done in the past were truly horrible, and should never have been done, there is that historian within me that warns me against judging history from a modern context. It is something which I criticize others from doing. I do try and see history from the view of what was going on in the world at that time, and what was the current mode of thought, not from the perspective of a person in the modern world, because the views, ideas, and understandings we have now, did not exists then.
And many of the horrendous things which had been done historically, were in the minds of the people at the time, perfectly normal and natural, they themselves were not aware of their wrong doing. They were products of their ages. Now I do not use this as an excuse for the things which have been done, and I am never one to support the idea that because the majority does it, makes it right, I still think it is important to understand, that these people were not in their time intentionally or knowingly trying to act in an unjust maner. Now today it is easy to look back and say, how could they not possible know what they were doing was wrong? And even throughout history there were always the select few enlightened minds that knew at the time that the popular beliefs were wrong. But sometimes I cannot help but to wonder. In the future (supposing there is actually going to be a future), what things, which to us now are part of our everyday life (not the things of which we knowingly condemn as wrong in our world) but the things that seem everyday to the majority of us, that we do not really question, will people in some advanced time look back upon us for and say to themselves "what barbarians, how could they actually think like that. How could they call themselves civilized when they do such things." 11:09 PM - 10/16/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy
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