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| crazy dog events 2008-04-02 ch 1,  | abusebeautiful, if a bit stilted in places. The last stanza really stys with you, tough. |
| Julius Gillian 2008-04-02 ch 1, | abuseIt seems like nowadays its all about violence and how much sex you can get the most of within a month before you start all over again. Forget all the hopes and dreams that tomorrow might bring, hello material possessions and dressing up like some barbie doll or walking like a goth-emo drone down the halls with baggy pants three times too big. Nobody wants to hear what love and life could really be about, it's all about the 'me' now and what the 'fuck' I want to do, which is not waste my time around school, books, and anything that has to do with education. I'd rather listen to music all day long, sleep, fuck, go partying as their just an excuse to get drunk and sleep again. Oh, and life sucks. It sucks being a sensitive person, a poet, who understands this and starves because she or he can't live to see their dreams being accomplished because everyone else is a 2-bit copy of what reality really could be like. I feel for this poem whole heartedly, and it goes back to what I told you before about trying to keep our heads up, remain ourselves because somebody is going to notice us someday. We're very much dependent on people and they us and themselves to others, whether they believe it or not, whether they're a social outcast, a free thinker who rebels against the masses, or a foreigner. We write out of love or hatred for others, our stories are remade because we want to recreate the love and passion that existed in it for our ancestors and pass it on with our loved ones now. This is how humanity is all the same, regardless of gender, ethnic group, social class, age, and beliefs. Beauty is in the love and the awareness we can give to create love, and as writers, poets, or just artists it's our mission I believe to spread this message of love. It's our job to awaken those who are starving too for something more, we're our own messangers of our own beliefs. We are our own self-fulling prophecy, but we can't go it alone without the help with others. In that respect we're all in the same boat, and through love and friendship the reality we writers wish to see in the world is alive once again. Anyway, regarding the context of this piece: It's one of those pieces where I wait until the last stanza, because that's where it explains the previous stanzas. It's one of those poems where it tells about a past event, and the final words are the 'why' and or 'how' behind it. This piece is more watered down than your usual metaphorical self, it's still there but it's almost literal in that it makes sense just reading over it the first time. I loved it, and there's that grown-up kidnergarten style I still see which conveys so much meaning. Excellent piece, it really made me think. However, I think this piece could be elaborated a bit more. For all that I've said, I think the demand for a change in the 21st century within America, or possibly the world over, should be talked about a bit wider than what this poem has to offer. It's already excellent because it conveys a message strongly, purely so, though if it were touched on more widely I believe you could touch more hearts and be less alone, or feel less isolated. To be experienced is to be loved, no? Overall, you are wonderful and I hope you grow to be a very intuitive and understanding woman :) |