Thursday, March 31, 2011

Requisite Fourth

Having established a pattern of four posts per month, I think it would be a shame for March to go by with only three. Unfortunately, inspiration escapes me. But you can't have everything…

He sits on the floor of the hall. Early morning sleep just barely clearing from his mind. As he leans up against the wall, he watches the students walk past. Some keep their heads low, others strut down the avenue of friends, calling to people. Many silent faces stare out behind closed hoods. No one recognizes him. Silent beginning to a silent day of a silent life. People talk but they do not speak, people hear but they do not listen, and people look but they do not see.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

For Thine is the Kingdom

Sitting alone
Atop a tower of
Charred ideals
Scanning the torched land
Spread beneath your smoldering palace
For thine is the kingdom,

Below they scurry
Stacking lost hope
Next to forgotten dreams
Movement and progress
You revel in the splendor
and the power,

Rising rapidly
Towers and spires pierce
The smoke filled sky
A monument to suffering
Forgotten but for the memories
and the glory,

Lasting tolls on a
Psyche burdened by
Thoughts of darkness
You mount your deadly throne
for ever and ever.

Monday, March 14, 2011

The Pavement Shines Like Silver

Well, it has been a while. Mea culpa. Lets see...what do I have...

I rise.
I arrive.
I work.
I depart.

You rise.
You arrive.
You work.
You do not depart.

We live
But we do not

So I have had a very long weekend. We spent 28 hours building the set for the show. It looks amazing. But we aren't quite done yet. Don't worry, we'll finish. I have had the itch to write the whole week, but I am not sure about what. I have so much to say, and nothing to talk about. If only there was something...

They strolled together along the dark riverside, stealing kisses in the misty darkness between puddles of lamplight. A car approaches, twin eyes burn through the fog. He pulls her hand. She follows and they tumble down the bank. Coming to a stop near a newly-fallen tree, he pulls her close. They gave up at the tinted night, picking out the faint glimmer of stars through the mist. Across the nearly placid river lies the City. After a while she pulls his head towards the light. Her head goes to his shoulder and sticks, her hands wrap around him. Safe. The drizzle no longer penetrates the greatcoats. They kiss. She smiles.

Wow, that was a bit mushy. Sorry about that. I'll try to keep that to a minimum coming up. Hum...what else have I been up to? Well there was the trip to the E.R., but thats not really to entertaining. I have been writing a research paper on women's education in America. You want to read some of that? Okay...

This was due, partially, to the work of M. Carey Thomas, who advocated single-sex education as the most effective way to education women. Carey, the second president of Bryn Mawr College, strongly argued for the same education for both men and women. This brought her into direct confrontation with president of Harvard, Charles Eliot. Eliot believed that women could not stand up to the rigors of a classical education (Horowitz 317). Carey, in direct opposition to that idea, held up only the highest entry standards for Bryn Mawr and strongly advocated for an equal education, regardless of sex. Her battle with Eliot over education often grew heated, and she wrote to a friend saying, “Eliot disgraced himself. He said the traditions of past learning and scholarship were of no use to women’s education…that women’s colleges ought to be schools of manners and really was hateful” (Thomas).

Anything else for you? I'm sure you're probably gone by now, so I can probably sneak in some sort of inappropriate Latin phrase right now:Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant! Illiud Latine dici non potest. Hahaha...why aren't you laughing? It's really funny, trust me. I don't really have much else at the moment. Life has been interesting recently. Nothing to major. I've realized I don't do a good job of being proud of myself. I have an anti-ego issues. (Cue disagreements from peanut gallery.)

He sits alone at his desk. The laptop shines a thin blue light, barely illuminating his bare face. A single, red desk lamp provided bare light for the entire room. It flickers as the train passes outside the cracked window. He sits back, the chair creaking underneath despite his small frame. Slowly, he reaches for the spectacles, not glasses, spectacles near his right hand. The clock on his wrist tells him it's 11:49, but time is unimportant. It's relative after all. This man knows that fact well. So he takes his time putting on the spectacles. As they slide down his nose, the world comes into focus. He stares down at the pad of paper to his left. Three days of work. Gingerly, he lowers his chair back to the floor. It's old hardwood, the finish long gone and holes slowly opening up below his legs. But he takes no notice. He begins to type. The words come out slow at first, tentative, but soon his fingers glide across the keyboard. His hands look almost motionless. Only the line of text rapidly marching across the screen belies his true speed.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

What Now...?

Well it's been quite a week…quite a week…
I have been having trouble focusing on things. Some people are being annoying, others assholes, and others angels. Might write later, but probably not now.

Value understanding above all else. All conflict stems from a lack of understanding.