9 04 2009

I’m really pleased with the way Better Know A President is going. Yesterday alone there were 150 views on this blog. That doesn’t sound like much, but that’s the most I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure it’s because of the Pres. info on this site. Visits have skyrocketed since I started doing that series. Coincidentally, the most visited post of that series (and very nearly the entire website) is Martin Van Buren. Go figure.

I’m really happy with the Cubs opening series against Houston. They didn’t get a sweep, but they looked great in every game they played. I’m really happy with Fukudome today. He really has improved from last year. He’s showing that he’s trying to get his hitting back together, and I think it’s showing on the field. After watching today’s game, I have hope that he will be the player we signed last year. I just get a good feeling from this team already. The pitching is great, the hitting is great, and everything is just great. They look like a real team. We’ll see what happens this weekend in Milwaukee.

Anyway, I wrote this last week sometime. I’d appreciate feedback. You know how it goes, I suppose.

Horrible Gift, Beautiful Curse

As a serf to their lord, I presented what I had been given
I tore it open myself without restraint
I ripped off the gift wrapping in chunks and tossed it aside
I broke open the box it was held in
I sliced through the bubble wrap that protected it
And there is was
A shimmering ruby that was open for all to see
It was a new statue in a public park
It was a glorious, unmarred monument of accomplishment
And it sat there
And over many years, vandals came
One after the other, with chisels and hammers and knives they marred my gift
Cracking and denting and taking pieces that fell off
a continuous striking
SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM
each more brutal than the one before
It burned and it
Greed snd carelessness overflowed
Then, for no reason, it started dripping water
It oozed out, then flooded everything
And other things poured out
A lonely white duck, a house, the White City, a state and state of mind, childhood memories, good intentions and a helping hand, an old zoo, cartoon dinosaurs, Holden Caulfield, a bear cub, a museum and its carousel, the human Jesus, and soft thunderstorms
But Nothing else
Then, that storm grew and it rained fire from the sky
And all of those things that emerged were burned to nothing
They were dust, and then they were blow away effortlessly
They were made into other things that were no longer mine
And put into other jewels
I took what was left back to nowhere
And I put other things inside that jewel
And I made it shine again like it used to
I found a new box and new wrapping and put it inside and kept it away from everything
No more would the present I was given be ravaged.
Then, for no reason, it went back out
And the vandals came back, and cracked it, and did not care but for themselves
But they were stolen from before, too, and I couldn’t blame them.
We are all guilty of that crime, and will be guilty again
Then the gift given to me and I, too, became dust and the gift was made into something else for someone else
Just as necessary and just as worthless
I wanted to believe in something greater
I still do and always will
But like serf, I cannot escape and must accept what I have been given.
I cannot do anything to alter this beautiful curse

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9 03 2009

Sometimes I think I hear God speaking to me through the music I listen to than I do when I read the Bible. I don’t care if that’s blasphemous. I also don’t know what to feel about that.

I wrote this poem a very long time ago. Some things happened to me, and this is what I wrote down right after it happened. (Which, apparently, is not what you are to do if you want to write effectively.) I don’t know what to make of it, to be quite honest. Maybe you will like it.

I Can’t Die

Crackling burning bark from the Wisdom Tree
Violet clouds came and greeted us with comfort under the twilight near the maze
Hand-drawn stars in the sky were shooting from the Great Man’s mitten hands
The clouds kissed us, then left, and the Parade drew into the warm grass hut
Dr. McGillicuddy reached his warm hand out from the wooden cabinet and shook my hand
Then I went to my Model-T near the maze and met with the royalty of pizza.
I feel like dying
Electric wires in me since birth awoke in my feet and sent waves throughout everything
And I couldn’t remember what else
Feeling left me, and I could taste the drops of liquid coming from the Dream Pool falling from the hole in the sky
A prom queen was flipped upside down in a strange ritual of a cavewoman.
Big African Oriental man in the corner made echoing booms through his gaping grin
And I couldn’t remember what I was planning
I feel like dying?
The Harlequin pulled of his red mask and revealed more of the true novel
White Aunt Jemima took formal pictures of maybe married couples and…
Everyone was feelin’ crucial.
The ghost Gestapo came in the hut with a bright light
I crawled in the ground to get away, but they might have passed when the light was gone.
I still felt electric, and the sway of my toga lit me up each time
As I was falling away, the Robin Hood of bank robbers was there and welcoming me
And as the beckoning came for me to leave, and the strange Parade was giving me an exam of undeterminable meaning, the electricity was gone
I went to the Model-T outside, and with Blue Jays with me, drove through the maze and made it back late, only to find the beckoning asleep.





6 05 2008

(Stick around for the poem at the end)

There’s this great song that I have listened to before I really liked to listen to actual music. My brother Jon had it on the computer and once when I was just going through his stuff I found it. It’s called Coffee & TV from Blur. Maybe you’ve heard it.  I know it’s on the Cruel Intentions soundtrack. Anyway, what I wanted to say was it’s that one song that puts me at ease. I think everyone has a song like this. It’s usually not the same song as anyone else. But anyway, this song is so mellow and so chill that whatever is happening, I can just listen to it and be at ease. The song is really about just wanted a mediocre life, and not one that’s so crazy and exciting. The main character wants to get away from everything and start over.

I feel like this a lot. And, to those people that really know me, this makes perfect sense. The lyrics follow.

Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros, kicked around, bored
Your ears are full but you’re empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really care how you are

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead, virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

Do you go to the country?
It isn’t very far
There’s people there who will hurt you
‘Cause of who you are
Your ears are full of their language
There’s wisdom there, you’re sure
Till the words start slurring
And you can’t find the door

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again

 

I wrote this one late last night…

I’m not sure what I think about it.

Maybe you’ll like it.

 

Cardinal

 

 

 

Is it possible, that

Maybe…

I’m the only one

who thinks what I think

knows what I know

These…

terms that I know

My complete universe is foreign and alien to others

There’s no such thing as sly smiling birds with long loopy legs

Repetitive choruses dreamily dancing in my head

My personal symphony

Authored by none

It’s all written out before I existed, I think.

There’s no translation to anyone’s, you know…

If I could find the score…

Would I alter it?

Could I alter it?

Would you alter your score?

I want so desperately to know what this music means…

What has to happen because of this

 

 

 

It seems like there’s this fermata now,

Not too sure what comes next.

Has to be something…

Sometimes all I really want is…

Forget all this nonsense!

I just want to be held.