for the past couple of days
been caught up in a haze
i’m not easy to amaze
but what comes here stays
walking through the mist
puttin up with all this
gotta stand, can’t sit
maybe just a little bit
when it clears up
maybe the i’ll cheer up
pour a drink and raise my cup
celebration’s not enough
drinking chicken noodle soup all day
to make this haze just go away
hopefully feel better today
okay
so till then im still sick
this is no fun, isn’t it
finish up hon i got to run
to my home i’m almost done
Archive for December, 2007
I’d like to link to the article, but it contains an unfortunate amount of inappropriate language, but that aside, it makes a terribly good point. We’ve taken a good amount of the violence out of our society- that is, bullying, fist fights, bar brawls, etc. They still happen, of course, but they’re viewed as social disfunction rather than a release. All of our violence now comes set to a beat or put up on a screen.
Think about Fight Club. It was so wildly successful because it hit a nerve with America. People who watched it realized they wanted to go beat people into the ground, then when the person taps out, shake hands and go on their way. It was real. It was a connection that people don’t have right now. Think of the popularity of UFC, violent video games and media. It’s because people have this violence hole in them, and we’re trying to fill it.
I advocate punching people in the face, but only those who deserve it. The kind who come into a (non-theme) party dressed the exact same way as five of their friends. The kind who stand with their arms crossed and their head turned up. And then, appropriate beat downs should take place only after repeated offenses.
I’m a generally very nice person, but seriously, some people need to be taken care of.
seriously? how hard is it to just SHUT UP in a room called the reading room? That reading, to me, implies no chit chatting (even with your girlfriend), no talking on the phone, no coming over to me and asking if i can watch your stuff, no playing music, no tapping on your desk, nothing but reading.
people can be awfuly hard to put up with at times.
here i am in the vast wealth of knowledge
aristotle, plato, freud and so forth, old leather-clad books
no one has read no one understands. i want to take time
and read them. drop my laptop, discontinue my study
and travel to greece, rome, the czech republic
to know that which those who came before did
what a solid base they built on where we fall
what have we to build on? video games, unread books,
cheap literature with no thought or message
soon i’ll stop, close my laptop and pick one out
plutarch, locke, kant, the people who shaped the world
and hopefully in doing so
i’ll find an idea
and shape my own world
and make the whole world
a better place to be and live
because if we’re built on a cheap base
we better find a better one to replace it
i know this wasn’t rhymed, it’s not terribly beat, in fact i’d say it’s the worst bit of lit i’ve ever writ. but hey it’s true. i think i will grab a book right now.
I’m working on a novel right now so any poetry put up here will either be entirely spontaneous, as normal, or old poetry that i’ve run across. Unfortunately my greatest bit of work right now is a rather somber and terrible look at what could one day be. It is, I feel, worth reading in spite of the outlook and preliminary stages. It will be, no doubt reshaped and rewritten countless times.
No one else knows me like I do
My life is not quite through
Bringing it back with some success
That’s why i keep pushing through
It’s true I dropped out of college
Stopped learning the knowledge
Started hitting the bottle
Just kept playing the lotto
With hopes of hitting it rich
Still flipping the switch
Makes me rethink who I am
Made me realize I’m a man
And I can do what can
Stand up, declare I am Dan
It’s time to take a stand
I’m up on top of my game
No one else quite the same
And I mess with your brain
I make you go insane
Back on my feet
Back off the street
Felling the rhythm
And making the beat
From your head to your feet
Music makes your heat beat
And you know that it’s true
This effect I have on you
Though I was was down and out
Now I stand up and shout
I’m the greatest cuz you know truth will out
in the library once again, surrounded by Burroughs, McConkie, my own notes for accounting, my planner, my ipod, my idea pad. who knows what bizarre meta-plasm i have running through my head but surely it no more means this than anything else: I am man, for I am all that man can be.
add an ‘n’ to the end of tacoma and you get tacoman. this is no coincidence and i believe the sole reason i was called to serve there.
so im stuck down here trying to figure out accounting. i’m no good with it. it’s just… unintuitive, irrational and such an odd thing. but hopefully i’ll learn better. don’t imagine i’ll finish up anytime soon though.
the first floor feels like a chamber.
is this going to be over? not soon enough.
I’m writing the great american novel. i don’t know what it’s about, but the basic idea is the great trip to vegas and back. yes it’s a wild and crazy life, no i don’t want to recreate fear and loathing, it’s told in three parts by three major characters or so i plan, and it starts with me meeting a girl in line and retelling this story. it will continue, of course, after i return home.
look forward to it, the greatest literature there ever was.
