“Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent
new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and
knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not
there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live
our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born
from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion.
There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after
staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is
not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny
that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire.
The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice,
shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this
morally blank world.
Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your Questions, Doctor?”
―
Alan Moore,
Watchmen
Friday, February 10, 2012
Junkyard Quote 2 week 4
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton
― G.K. Chesterton
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Reading Response 1 Week 3
This is a response to I Am twenty one by Mary Robinson. This piece interested me because without expanding upon the two pages, I learned a lot about the main character and little details that gained a bigger understanding about who she is. The clarity and the specificity that went into this story amazed me honestly, I was able to pick up some ideas here and there from the short story and i think it will be some concepts to be used in the future.
Improv. 1 week 3
The piece i'm improv. is Yuself Komunyakaa's My Father's Love Letters.
She resided and recited
Signatures of the touches she lost,
While gaining experiences from that Friday.
Receptive to being talked at like a child
By overseers shadowed in blue and black adorned with their toys.
For the marathon she ran , she paid her price in more than just papers.
Her dear Alex, not comprehending, staring at the empty bottles.
Coronas,Old Mills, and Renat, begging to his God that no one saw
This scene on 224 Southmill lane, so far away from a place called home.
Wishing that his memories could be undone.
She resided and recited
Signatures of the touches she lost,
While gaining experiences from that Friday.
Receptive to being talked at like a child
By overseers shadowed in blue and black adorned with their toys.
For the marathon she ran , she paid her price in more than just papers.
Her dear Alex, not comprehending, staring at the empty bottles.
Coronas,Old Mills, and Renat, begging to his God that no one saw
This scene on 224 Southmill lane, so far away from a place called home.
Wishing that his memories could be undone.
Free Verse 1 Week 3
If someone ever found these words…
They’d swear im crazy,
lazy, just lacking ambition when
I'm just trying to strive, survive by stretching these words out, by
Counting these words down,
Hoping this soon to be email wont send, and I wont let anybody in… to this
Mind, to something that’s framed on a wall, hanging..hang gliding, slowly sliding or siding with the Grim reaper, while running…
Running so damn far, so fast… that im moving slow.
And losing ground, while owing time to Chronos. Whose given me more than the allotted,
Time that is, and to those that live
with they minds and souls intact, don’t let placement
Get out of, or Consumed with feelings of frustration. Cause a page is,
nothing more than a gateway to your soul. So these words people callously use show more than emotion or being,
just a being who refused to say the truth…
And immersed his whole being in writing
They’d swear im crazy,
lazy, just lacking ambition when
I'm just trying to strive, survive by stretching these words out, by
Counting these words down,
Hoping this soon to be email wont send, and I wont let anybody in… to this
Mind, to something that’s framed on a wall, hanging..hang gliding, slowly sliding or siding with the Grim reaper, while running…
Running so damn far, so fast… that im moving slow.
And losing ground, while owing time to Chronos. Whose given me more than the allotted,
Time that is, and to those that live
with they minds and souls intact, don’t let placement
Get out of, or Consumed with feelings of frustration. Cause a page is,
nothing more than a gateway to your soul. So these words people callously use show more than emotion or being,
just a being who refused to say the truth…
And immersed his whole being in writing
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
junkyard Quote 4 week 3
*I had a conversation with my nephew today. He asked me why do i love cookies so much.. I told him they remind me of what i strive for and he said. "to dunk in milk??" To dunk in milk??! and to that i smiled and said yeah because that is life through a 5yr olds eyes.
*2nd :“Reader's Bill of Rights
1. The right to not read
2. The right to skip pages
3. The right to not finish
4. The right to reread
5. The right to read anything
6. The right to escapism
7. The right to read anywhere
8. The right to browse
9. The right to read out loud
10. The right to not defend your tastes”
― Daniel Pennac
This is self explanatory, but its like every book can cause a person to absolve themselves and assimilate all those characters into him/her. if only for those set amount of pages
*2nd :“Reader's Bill of Rights
1. The right to not read
2. The right to skip pages
3. The right to not finish
4. The right to reread
5. The right to read anything
6. The right to escapism
7. The right to read anywhere
8. The right to browse
9. The right to read out loud
10. The right to not defend your tastes”
― Daniel Pennac
This is self explanatory, but its like every book can cause a person to absolve themselves and assimilate all those characters into him/her. if only for those set amount of pages
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