Saturday, January 31, 2009

thoughts of this week:

-The philosophical ideals of Greek life were riddled with allusions to tension and the strangulating self doubt that plagued both nation and people. The theories of prominent men such as Socrates and the Sophists accurately display the dichotomy between ideologies that arose in Athens. The Sophists sold their "knowledge" to the masses, whereas Socrates denied he was even a teacher on the grounds that he allowed people to teach themselves.

Socrates was later charged with a crime akin to heresy. The chosen method of execution was for him to swallow a vial of hemlock as the sunset. Hemlock is as fleshy, neurotoxic herb often mistaken for parsnips or wild carrots, though upon further inspection, various elements of both vegetables are missing (you know, like the fact you don't die.) The intake of hemlock causes death because of lack of oxygen to the brain and heart. So, essentially, Socrates died as night fell, because the substances necessary for his existence were ripped from his veins. The Greeks have always been masters at utilizing literary devices. Why should irony be any different?


-Zarathustra*! the ideological revolutionary who created the conceptual struggle between aša (truth) and druj (lie) and which later affected emerging religions.



-Integrity does not help your numerical average. Conversely, your numerical average does NOT help your integrity.



-a fictional continuation of Faulkner's short story "Barn Burning"


But not! Oh- not withstanding, not expecting, not changing, not stopping – still burning- knot of heavy hemp in which my mind was tangled. The ancient night came to me in dull edged fragments. The voice of my mother (who would always be my mother, who would never see her son) the shots, the whippoorwills, the Bermuda blades slick with tiny diamonds, my voice that was not my voice calling out in the frantic darkness.

Holding the very edge of the picture between my fingers, I gild the portrait in bronze whiskey, and hold my sister’s face into the flame. There in the dust, with the symphony of summer playing in the background, I lit the entire world on fire.


-"someone should have told him that being a physicist, on a planet where the smartest animals hate being alive so much, means never having to say you're sorry."
-timequake, vonnegut




*also introduced the theory of free will, which was later bludgeoned to death by John Calvin because of the implementation of his idea of a "calling."


more later.

Saturday, January 24, 2009





and I, a dreamer's bride,
am void of expression
as I smile, and listen
for the rustle of skirts
as though forever
could stand suspended in such sound.
and you-
you echo effortlessly
an evanescent hymn
in the overcast morning.
the bells ringing across the bricks
over the oaks,
and beyond the walls
as the ghost of laughter
haunts my lips
and in paling shades
of frost and fog,
night becomes day.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009




its snowed.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009




moments of time
when you rain colored eyes
collided with mine, and
reflected like taintless puddles
our intentions.

The vaguest of memories
emerge out of the still night,
the sky is all stars, and
the symphony of summer
has played its last note.

The street is so loud, but
the world is so quiet,
and one is with one’s self, alone,
amidst the torrents of voices,
the sea of faces.

But your hand is in mine-
and no one else can feel
what I feel in this fragile instant.
And in that second
of a hundred days,
my heart is warm, again.

written during a party on halloween night.



Monday, January 5, 2009

blogging, take two

I'm going to try this blog thing one more time.

(the avett brothers)
what I've been up to, lately.
I'm back at school now though, about to take my calculus exam, which means all fun/life will cease to exist for a week or so.