Wednesday, 26 February 2003

Horn Toot

i don’t like to toot my own horn but jmay requested what the class thought of my latest. here are some of their comments:

  • cool chess imagery – this is quite an accomplishment. juggler. juggler…
  • once again, your depth of historical or thematic knowledge here is applied and over my head, but in this case it doesn’t take away from the grasp on the poem. i really can’t say anything about this poem negatively.
  • great imagery, also great use of enjambment… very nice use of words, esp. descriptive verbs & adjectives.
  • all around great language, crisp specific word choice.
  • your use of meter is…well done and keeps the poem moving forward.
  • works very well in sonnet form.
  • i really like the way chess becomes a metaphor for politics or the chessboard comes alive and the pieces become sentient.

Score!

Tuesday, 25 February 2003

From the Tao

from the Tao Te Ching (50):

A person comes forth to life and enters into death.
Three out of ten are partners of life,
Three out of ten are partners of death,
And the people whose every movement leads them to the
land of death because they cling to life
Are also three out of ten.

Now,
What is the reason for this?
It is because they cling to life.

Indeed,
I have heard that
One who is good at preserving life
does not avoid tigers and rhinoceroses
when he walks in the hills;
nor does he put on armor and take up weapons
when he enters a battle.
The rhinoceros has no place to jab its horn,
The tiger has no place to fasten its claws,
Weapons have no place to admit their blades.

Now,
What is the reason for this?
Because on him there are no mortal spots.

Sunday, 23 February 2003

Regular Season End

my regular season is over. i was 4-1 on the weekend, and finally got my act together. the men’s squad is now 82-0 over three years of fencing. and my time fencing as a part of the team is almost up. the drive back from East Lansing was quite an experience. the weather was awful. snow snow snow. a bunch of the team went out drinking. i would have liked to join them but as always, i’m flatass broke. today i will look for a job and try to write a poem in iambic pentameter. writing with accent and meter is much harder than writing normally.

Friday, 21 February 2003

Dating Race

i often think that i am too far behind in the dating game to ever make a good play of it. resignation fills the air like stale gym socks fill the locker room with that stale gym sock smell. (horrid simile intentional). i’ve still no idea what i’m doing. pretty much ever. everything gets recycled, masticated over and over until this gruel that is bewilderment serves up another helping of ‘whateverness.’ i’m at least competent with every other aspect of my life, and since my life is already one-third finished and settling down for the long haul, why rock the dream-boat by attempting to force my nerdilicious pre-adolescent knowledge of relationships into a semblance of maturity? i’m already too far behind the pack to catch up to the stragglers. how many people do i know who are getting married? a lot. how much confidence do i have? { }. The Null Set. what would confidence get me? perhaps a date in which i would have the chance to parade my ignorance in front of someone relatively close to my age with a quite healthy sex life and a working knowledge of ‘how this thing is done.’ its like that dream when you are naked at school and its really cold out so ‘your boys’ are all shriveled and everyone laughs at you because you are naked at school and have a miniscule penis. except its not really like that. because that is a dream. and this is real.

Thursday, 20 February 2003

Dies Irae [rethought]

With the slightest touch,
a sleeping dragon awakes.
Odin’s ravens, Thought

and Memory,
croak.
They eat mushroom clouds for lunch,

dark rain for dinner.

Gorged after this meal,
they hear What
the Thunder Says:
‘All the world has aged.’

Immolated in

Inextinguishable Fire,

Megiddo is quiet.

Two men lay like sleep,
bowing to once fertile ground.
Interrupted by

a child without eyes,
Winter settles on a land
too burnt for lilies.

not very many got this in class, so i thought i’d better put some explanatory links here.

Wednesday, 19 February 2003

Clone High

MTV actually has a good new show for once. It is called Clone High. The premise, famous dead people were cloned years ago and the clones are now all in high-school. apparently they are supposedly being trained into a clone army, but that isn’t really happening. forget the nature/nurture argument. the clones act like their predecessors to the extent that they want to. There’s Abe Lincoln, the gangly indie rock guy who reminds me of me. He wants Cleopatra a manipulative and sexy as hell popular girl who happens to date JFK, the school bully and captain of the football team. Abe is friends with Gandhi, who is comic relief and a stereotypical crazy person, and Joan of Arc an angstridden goth chick who is desperately in love with Abe. Other characters include, the idiot Genghis Khan and the latin thug Jesus Cristo. I’ve laughed my socks off at every episode. check it out, on Monday nights 10:30 EST.

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