spoke

the spoken word:

the expression of some thing observed?
reviving some things once heard?
occuring in a time where "to be heard" is absurd?
living on throughout generations? (if it holds merit to do so)
immortal but not invisible or God only wise...
visibility being its vessel and God being the inspiration for some...

and now to the Punch:

for the word NOT SPOKEn,
is like the bike wheel with the SPOKEs removed; easily contorted, weak, doomed to ultimate collapse.
the word on the page that has not been given the life of man,
is like potential energy; the rock balanced at the tip of the cliff.
useless until it is converted through the vocal chords, the tongue, the lips, of man.
the mind can create words, phrases, expressions of thought, but
the gap between writing and speaking is large.
written ------ and ------ spoken.
expressed ------ and ------ claimed.
anonymous ------ and------ fully responsible.

Make the leap
Clear the gap
Vault the gorge
But know this:
Once once you have made, cleared, vaulted,
there is NO going back.
Embrace it.
peace
-D weazy

My Travels

Wat up world...
im here in Middletown, Delaware with family.
Let me rewind for you to the beginning, although so much has happened over the past four days...
the four and a half hour flight...
the cramped ass...
arriving into jfk at 6:30 AM...
the rental car drama that lasted for 2 hours...
arriving at the hotel at 2 PM...
haircut in Harlem...
the Famous Fish Market...
dinner at Londell's...
Finally sleep at the hotel.

[day two]

Breakfast at Golden's in Teaneck...
off to Staten island to see more family...
still in Staten island...
still in Staten island...
ok, back to the Hotel...
holla at the Jets running back in the lobby...(they lost)
sleep...

[day three]

Church in Englewood, NJ...
lunch with more family in Teaneck...
good laughs...
good times...
packing up at the hotel...
dinner at Floridita with titi carmen...
master packing job in the Lincoln...
the drive to Delaware...
more family...
asleep late in Middletown...

[day four]
awaking late, to the sunny in december?...
morning run with the ipod...
vultures chillin on the roof, waiting...
the near death doberman experience...
the sprint home...
GREAT breakfast...
pop's grits...
movin the marble mammoth...
into Philly to see more family...
cheesesteak and hoagies...
South Street and Lorenzo and Sons...
back to Middletown...
chillin with them CUz's...
And here i am.

TBC... when i return to D town...
-peace
dweazy

WAT up to all you people that may happen upon my blog in the next week or so!!
Im headin out of town on Christmas for awhile.
i will try to keep up on the blog, but i dont know exactly what my internet acess will be and how much time i will have (busy season) ya dig?
anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all!
happy new year!
GOD BLESS!
-dweazy

HEART

the dark room
the light trying to force its way through the blinds
the silent war.


the paralysed soul
held inactive by decisions from the past,
the heart a jail cell for a good soul.


the fear of a man
the power of fear infiltrating motivation
the motivation now transformed
the transformed actions that result
result in catastrophe
catastrophe of the mind or catastrophe of the hand
the hand and the mind being directly connected not always
but always in sync
in sync but behind the scenes, behind the curtains
the curtains being the temporal lobe of the brain
the brain will sit you down and explain
explain the circumstances surrounding these events
these events that left a 17 year old without a heart beating
beaten till his face was unrecognizable in an alley.

Actually, the bloody money in his limp grip tells a clue
a clue back to that motivation
that motivation of fear
fear and survival
surviving, and supporting his husbandless mother
a mother that doesn't KNOW her son
KNEW her son superficially
officially, she is not to blame
the blame lies in the father because it takes two to raise the son best
the best sun
will rise today over the world
the world that was rained on last night
last night the rain came down
down also went his heart beat to nothing

nobody will really ever know his story
the story that will be known will not explain what he can no longer provide
provision of reasons and MOTIVATIONS
what motivated his heart to deal
deal with the steel tryin to earn a meal.

this is the tragedy of the human heart
A woman so heartless?
i say a woman so heartful.
too much of the heart and its murderous ways
plays you too close the the edge
it plays YOU, it gains control
takes the reins
starts to Reign
to rain down its agenda.

Beware the heart.
The heart is a beautiful monster.
Control IT.
Then,
you can be great.
IT Controlling you.
Then,
you can be destroyed.
Gen 6:5
-peace
Dweazy

Second installment, Part Two. Let us never forget...Dedicated to Bryn Marsden Ransdell July 24 1992-October 10 2008

In Silveyville she lays,
in unending meadows she plays,
what would she have us do with the rest of our days?

To have fun and do everything we can,
regardless of that Greater plan?

To do and do again, as our nature would lead,
rolling towards the brink at unbeleivable speed?

To live for ourselves,
go out and get ours,
not giving a thought to the nails and the scars?

To take all the glory, credit, and due,
when it all belongs to who? not you.

To all of these above,
her answer would be no.
She would remind us that we will reap what we sow.
Remind us that our days are numbered,
a number not disclosed to any but the Father.

"So live for Him all your days",
that is what i beleive she would say.
"Not seeking fun, glory, or fame,
but seek to love others and honor His name".

Although you left, i sense that you are still here,
i pray that i will remember every day of every year,
To follow your example, emblazoned by a beautiful life cut short.
But we are comforted here, knowing that you now reside in the most beautiful of courts,
you are in paradise, of course.

Someday, near of far,
i will join you there
above the stars.
So i thankyou for reminding me,
to know theres always more then my eye can see,
and truly be the best that i can be.
Psalm 73: 23-4

the Beginings of Installment 2

Regarding.
"Each one, Teach one...
Not just surviving, but succeeding!

we hear the call,
above the sound of the bouncing ball,
above the groan of a city's deathly pall,
above the old mercedes' second stall.
we hear the call,
"Above all, Stand tall"

we know the road
that it will be long and the burden is old,
that it is well-weathered, as the story is told
that it is a gauntlet, inviting mockers to goad,
we know the road,
that he who finishes, to him glory is bestowed.

we have seen the truth
of selfish men, ruth-
-less in their pursuit of it,
of real MEN and their sacrifice, legit-
-imated by those words in their remembrance,
Each one, Teach one.

Now as I look,
I see the old helping, teaching the young,
lifting, guiding the son,
to what great heights?
to such great heights.
success is spelled out by the light in the sky
which the eye
of the young now spys.
But not without the height afforded by the old,
the surviver, the succeeder, the teacher

Smile, i do,
hoping that the young will do
the same someday too.

first installment. Real Talk 101

i got some fire i need to spit:


The MAN says "take note"
and as i look down at these keys
i realize it could be any note from a flat to d.

The MAN says "here are the keys"
and as i feel the keys in my pocket
i realize keys can open a door- but they also lock it.

The MAN says "follow your heart"
and as i look into my heart
i realize what is in a heart worth following?
the urge to surge forward after these mortal things?

And i realize "follow your heart"
should read, "follow your heART"
for the beat that it comprises
is your life that rises-
and falls accordingly
if only
if only Kanye wasnt so heartless.
only the woman?
NO
just as two hearts must make one.
only TWO hearts can make none.
Kwest knows that it takes two to tango.

moving on.

the lyrical idiocy of the modern world.
using the spoken word as pearls
given to swine.

the light that did show
dims to a faint glow
woah
the foe
is greater now the befo
integrating that which once was light, now a light called "notlight", into the fight for the mind
inspite
of resistance (which is futile)
but will continue without respite.

and we all respond with "Aight."
AIGHT?
aight to the word nigger, aight to the word rape, and these words in their full meaning thrive. wherein the first can be defined by the second in regards to culture and life.
aight to the word Change. Change here meaning the attempt to change standards to coincide with the downward flow of secular culture.
aight to poverty
aight to suffering. not personal of course, but the course is set before us
a four course meal,
while others beg to eat that orange peel
we say aight.
well wat if you died tonight.
aight then?
but that is why i pick up this pen.
provoked thought
fighting against the rot
of our minds
overtime.
the melting, bubbling, fermenting, churning pot that is the mind, my mind.
it can find some form here.
finale

in this season of cheer
let love peace and ___ be near
why blank?
go into your mindtank
insert what for you should be near
that hasnt been so far this year.
and then take it from this paper here
transfered to the life you live
transfered to the vibe you give
transfered.
be careful not to let it wane,
as time progesses forward again
be your own judge, throw down the gavel
dont lose your head, keep it level
aight--HA see even i do too.
its enough here that i preached at you.
but truly to myself most of all.
like paul-
LLWG
JSSG
-dweazy

Break...Awesome! but...

Hey yo watt up world. this is dweazy actually taking up the prof's recommendation to keep the blog alive...who would've guessed. HAHA But no, real talk, i do enjoy writing as a past time, i just never have enough past time at hand to allocate some to free writing. UNTIL NOW. Christmas Break 2008. For the last four years of my life this time has been filled with increased working hours at the local Nugget supermarket here in town. And then there was the annual associate appreciation party, which was always somewhat weird because it was the one time that you could see everyone outside of the work environment. Those of you out there that work in the corporate world know exactly what im talking about. But the party was always cool because there was always good food, good prizes, somewhat good entertainment, and the ALWAYS good bonus check. But this christmas break, there is none of that for me. Lament not! Change is good. I stopped working for Nugget Market inc. in august of this year because the demands of school as well as the rigors of football devoured all my time and energy. Nugget and I parted ways on good terms and i could probably get my job back if i really needed too. The current economy however has prompted the corporate office to put a freeze on hiring for the time being. At least that is the word on the streets...
Anyway, here i am. unemployed, with loads of time on my hands. Thus my current situation...sitting in my empty apartment, listening to my itunes on shuffle, while writing this blog. The song currently playing is "DJ play a love song" by Jamie Foxx Feat. Twista, from his album "Unpredictable". I recommend it to any and all. OK I'm about to watch the new house episode.....OK just finished it. Good episode. House actually attempts to be nice. But Foreman made out with the bisexual (albeit hot) doctor at the end... i expect better Foreman....
Anyway, enough rambling. To sum it all up, its been awhile since Ive had this much time on my hands, but its not all bad. this free time allows me time to actually think. Life flies by at shutter speeds unimaginable, and often life thrives on more impulse then thoughtfulness. This holiday season i aim to think on this past quarter; what i can take away from it, what i should leave behind. Also i aim to be a more thoughtful person. In this time of giving, i hope to learn to better give through the way i live.
That's enough for now. its been good. i aim to make a habit of placing my thoughts here on the world wide web for all to see if they wish... its also a place to save them and look back. But now i outta here. I'm gonna go get busy doing pretty much nothing. Peace salaam asalyakem shalom....

The END has come my friends...Let us REFLECT

Well, its been a jam-packed 10 weeks to say the least. As i look back, what first comes to mind? Probably observing all the faces on the first...no the second day, which was my first. And at that time i thought to my self, for i remember thinking the thought, "which ones out of this group will i know that much better at the end?" And now, i realize what i did realize then: It is the travesty of the quarter system; relationships only truly begin to bud. And now at the end i am again reaffirmed i nthe fact. A few good friends i have made, a few more aquaintances...but in the end, almost all these fellow students i would have liked to get to know better, but this is the world that we live in. Any way, since the full reflection on this blog is optional, i just figured id share a few thoughts instead, not necessarily linked with the final group project.
The truth of it is simple. to learn, one must humble himself enough to admit that there is still material yet to be learned. Although this may seem an obvious fact at first but when it comes down to it, in the classroom this is why some students do fail. Realizing that you actually have things, practical things, that you need to learn will make all the difference. When i started here at UCD about a year and a third ago now, i hadnt learned this lesson. Now, i know, i have learned the hard way, but im better for it. so, i thank Mr. Hageman, for his teaching this quarter, i thank all my fellow students for a great quarter. Hit me up! ill be around.
PEACE! and merry christmas people! Here is the link to our online youtube final group project:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkfpWm2m8pc

Antigony..agony as an afterthought?

"make straight your own path to destiny."
this is a bold statement by one Antigone. In these first 400 lines or so, the most consistent picture we see of Antigone is one of intense familial loyalty. Albeit her family, being far from a model of success as one, doesnt deserve that loyalty from her. Nonetheless, antigone develops a rash judgement to risk her life to bury her already disceased brother. In this time and age, the authority of women is pretty much nothing, so any action taken by a women will be looked upon much differently then if a male did the act. The voice of reason spoken into Antigone's seeming madness comes from her sister, the only family that she has left. This is where i belive greif has clouded antigone's better judgement. In her passion, she disregards the fact that she should probably try to salvage the only family remaining to her and not sign her own death warrant. But even after her sister ismene's many admonishments and warnings, this is what Antigone says to her, "make straight your own path to destiny." Destiny is the interesting word her, besides this statement sounding like it is straight from Obama's speech at Grant Park, it carries significance if we note the religous status of the times. The Gods and their relationship with the mortals was much like a dog and his master. If the dog disobeys, he may get a warning. Does it again and there is punishment. People were kept in fear of the Gods and took actions of nature or stupidity in this case to be messages directly from the Gods. In her statement ..."your own path to destiny.", antigone seems to suggest that possibly their entire family are doomed to similar fates of death, thus she would pefer to go out doing right by her brother. Thus all in all, from my prespective, Antigone's actions are rash and hasty. But i also take into account her emotional state and the times. So in a way it is understandable but not beleivable; such tragedy compiled all at once seems to be a thing of the theatre more prominently during those times.

1 friend request...DENIED

Now having a picture of the real and true bartleby, as described by the big boss dog, i am not sure if he would be one such a person to set up and use a facebook account. But i will forgo my opinion and imagine bartlebys facebook. Pertaining to the narration of the story and the method with which the boss does find out most of the information about his scriveners, it is aonly appropriate that i take on the boss and his visage and one day happen upon Bartlebys desk and his laptop which he forgot to shut down. Minimized window....Facebook-Bartleby-Profile...
The first thing that meets the eye and struck me(the boss) as particularly odd was his profile picture. It was a picture of the meeting of two walls into a corner and a hand in the foreground for perspective. Bartlebys hand, i imagine. Oh, i must mention that i am looking back on this in hindsight with a slightly tainted vision of things given Bartlebys recent passing. His status on the last day was "I WILL NEVER". when i looked on his status history, almost each one for about four months preceding was "i would prefer not to". which, now makes my laugh as i reminesce on my interactions with him. moving down to the friends list i was both shocked and then not so shocked to find that he only had 10 friends. Ginger Nut, turkey, and nippers i saw there, and the rest seemed to be family. On the describe your friends application Bartleby was in one word,"passive". I disagreed with that but for the lack of a better word, i could see how one would say so. And as i continued to browse i was overcome with sadness and remorse for Bartleby in his death. I wished he were still here, although some of his mannerisms i could do without. I felt a surge of much feared guilt, that perhaps i could be in part responsible for bartlebys death, or on the other side that i could have been the catalyst that could have saved him. But no. i consoled myself in the fact that i am only a man doing his work and i should not be to blame. i could read no longer so i logged off.

Gods Grandeur [revised]
The line “Why do men then now not reck his rod?” from Hopkins’ Gods Grandeur has undergone much scrutiny over time. Some believe that this line as the main turning point, or vulta, of the poem, serves to show that this poem is centered in God and his relationship to his people. They see this poem being full of poignantly biblical imagery to reach the overall theme of the poem, which is the unconditional, ultimate love of God for his creation., Others see God as man and science in the naturalistic sense. Through some careful analysis, I believe that it becomes plain that Hopkins is indeed showing the love of a creator for his creation. As we work through the poem discussing diction, symbolism, and meter, the claims of a supernatural inspiration for Hopkins work will become clearer.
Gods Grandeur is filled with symbols which help to express the anguish of the worlds darkness and the joy of knowing God loves in the world even though people forget him. The sacrifice of Christ and Gods ongoing work of creation is eluded to in line one of the poem. Hopkins refers to the world as charged by the glory of God. “Charged” conjures images of electricity or a spark that implies that the world is continuously vitalized by the energy that is God. In lines three and four, Hopkins speaks of Christ as oil, “gather[ing] to greatness, like the ooze of oil”. At the time of Christ oil was at its height in value. And in the next line, “Crushed”. Christ made the ultimate sacrifice for humanity when he was “crushed” on the cross.
Following these symbols showing Gods awesomeness, Hopkins contrasts them with symbolisms of mans delinquency in forgetting God and his goodness. To show this Hopkins uses the demise of the world when people live for themselves. Here is the turning point marked by the line, “Why do men then now not reck his rod?”. Reck his rod here refers to heeding the authority of God according to our Norton literature anthology. Following this question Hopkins answers it as he laments the “generations” that have “seared with trade;bleared, smeared with toil”. The natural world is literally “smeared” and wears the “smudge” of mans industry, so much so that now even the “soil” is bare. And her Hopkins also comment on the “soil” or the “soul” of man. All these endeavors have made mans soul bare and have shod his feet without him knowing. “nor can foot feel, being shod”. The opposite of shod or bound is freedom. Man has unknowingly gone into slavery away from the freedom found in God. “Just as feet with shoes cannot feel the earth, so a soul distracted loses its closeness to God.”
In the concluding sestet, Hopkins uses bright and refreshing imagery to show that despite mans shortcomings, God still loves the world deeply. After seeing the mans destruction of the natural world, Hopkins looks to the supernatural Lord in whom, “nature is never spent”. And in that Lord lives “dearest freshness”, speaking to the eternal, never dying aspect of God. Although humans are capable of great destruction, we cannot destroy our inner nature, which mirrors the creator. Hopkins strengthens his image of Gods supernatural power in this final sestet by rhyming in a more soft way. By changing to the more soothing, C D C D C D rhyme scheme. Whereas in the first section the pattern is A B B A A B B A, a rhythm showing the pattern of mans folly, this final departure from that pattern gives a sense of reassurance and comfort even in the face of mans destruction. In the final two lines of the poem, Hopkins uses the symbol of the bird to describe God’s care for the world. God, over the world, “broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings”. Hopkins uses the image of a bird, nesting over her young, keeping them warm and embracing them with her wings, to describe God’s unconditional love for mankind. In this we can truly see, I believe, Hopkins true mission in this poem. He has taken a seat in the theater playing the feature titled, “the tumultuous relation between the Creator and the created”. In that last line we find that Hopkins has finished the film and “ah! Bright wings.” The film has a happy ending.
“God’s Grandeur” finds fulfillment of mankind’s universal desire for unconditional love. The symbols and word choice, are used throughout the poem help to illustrate the poem’s central idea. Though the world turns its back on the glory of God, God continues to embrace and soothe the world. Dark and painful symbols, and unpleasant cacophony help to illustrate the pain and great error in humanity turning its back on God. Similarly, beautiful symbols of the natural world, euphony, and smooth, flowing meter add to the poem’s rejoicing in God’s unconditional love for the world.

Gods Grandeur, Mans Failing
“Why do men then now not reck his rod?” This line from Hopkins Gods Grandeur has undergone much scrutiny over time. Some believe that this line is the main turning point, or vulta, of the poem. As they see this poem being full of poingnantly biblical imagery to reach the overall theme of the poem, which is the unconditional, ultimate love of God for his creation., Others see God as man and science in the naturalistic sense. Through some careful analysis, I believe that it becomes plain that Hopkins is indeed showing the love of a creator for his creation. As we work through the poem discussing diction, symbolism, and meter, the claims of a supernatural inspiration for Hopkins work will become clearer.
Gods Grandeur is filled with symbols which help to express the anguish of the worlds darkness and the joy of knowing God loves in the world even though people forget him. The sacrifice of Christ and Gods ongoing work of creation is eluded to in line one of the poem. Hopkins refers to the world as charged by the glory of God. “Charged” conjures images of electricity or a spark that implies that the world is continuously vitalized by the energy that is God. In lines three and four, Hopkins speaks of Christ as oil, “gather[ing] to greatness, like the ooze of oil”. At the time of Christ oil was at its height in value. And in the next line, “Crushed”. Christ made the ultimate sacrifice for humanity when he was “crushed” on the cross.
Following these symbols showing Gods Awesomeness, Hopkins contrasts them with symbolisms of mans delinquency in forgetting God and his goodness. To show this Hopkins uses the demise of the world when people live for themselves. Here is the turning point marked by the line, “Why do men then now not reck his rod?”. Reck his rod here refers to heeding the authority of God according to our Norton literature anthology. Following this question Hopkins answers it as he laments the “Generations” that have “seared with trade;bleared, smeared with toil”. The natural world is literally “smeared” and wears the “smudge” of mans industry, so much so that now even the “soil” is bare. And her Hopkins also comment on the “soil” or the “soul” of man. All these endeavors have made mans soul bare and have shod his feet without him knowing. “nor can foot feel, being shod”. The opposite of shod or bound is freedom. Man has unknowingly gone into slavery away from the freedom found in God. “Just as feet with shoes cannot feel the earth, so a soul distracted loses its closeness to God.”
In the concluding sestet, Hopkins uses bright and refreshing imagery to show that despite mans shortcomings, God still loves the world deeply. After seeing the mans destruction of the natural world, Hopkins looks to the supernatural Lord in whom, “nature is never spent”. And in that Lord lives “dearest freshness”, speaking to the eternal, never dying aspect of God. Although humans are capable of great destruction, we cannot destroy our inner nature, which mirrors the creator. In the final two lines of the poem, Hopkins uses the symbol of the bird to describe God’s care for the world. God, over the world, “broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings”. Hopkins uses the image of a bird, nesting over her young, keeping them warm and embracing them with her wings, to describe God’s unconditional love for mankind. In this we can truly see, I believe, Hopkins true mission in this poem. He has taken a seat in the theater playing the feature titled, “the tumultuous relation between the Creator and the created”. In that last line we find that Hopkins has finished the film and “ah! Bright wings.” The film has a happy ending.
“God’s Grandeur” finds fulfillment of mankind’s universal desire for unconditional love. The symbols and word choice, are used throughout the poem help to illustrate the poem’s central idea. Though the world turns its back on the glory of God, God continues to embrace and soothe the world. Dark and painful symbols, and unpleasant cacophony help to illustrate the pain and great error in humanity turning its back on God. Similarly, beautiful symbols of the natural world, euphony, and smooth, flowing meter add to the poem’s rejoicing in God’s unconditional love for the world.

Pound for Pound, this is one of the best poems EVER!

vy

As we pose the question,: is this even actually a poem, i would like to throw out a couple definitions for the word "poem".

- a work in meter or free verse employing figurative language

- a form of art in which language is used for its aesthetic or evocative qualities

- an arrangement of words in an artistic aim

- an organization of lines of text on a page

Four definitions there, all taking slightly different angles and vantage points.  i believe that looking at the last definition, we would have to agree that station of the metro is indeed a poem.  the third definition as well lends poem status to Pounds writing, as does the second in my assessment.  The first definition begs for us to take a closer look at this writing.  But Pounds work here is free verse and does employ figurative language thus, under four "poem telescopes" this -in a station of the Metro-  IS indeed a poem.

in a station of the metro

the apparition of these faces in the crowd

petals on a wet, black bough

i like this poem.  my interpretation of this poem involves including the title in the verse because it makes vastly more sense and fits perfectly almost like a haiku.  although traditionally haiku is Japanese poetry composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables.  so in the formally meaning of what a haiku is, this would not fit.  but when you read it, the flow is similar to that of a haiku.

As i analyze the imagery in this piece, i cant help but be drawn to the date of the poem.  1913.  

in this time, especially in europe, the trench coat and top hat was extremely popular.  Pound was originally from the USA but became disenchanted with america, calling it later in life a "lunatic insane asylum".  Also metros were first established in europe.  when i read this poem i see a multitude waiting at the metro on a wet rainy day, like black dark petals of winter death (in black top hat and trench coat). each person seemingly an apparition of the next; similar in someways externally, but diverse in destination and thought.  But still that hard external giving off the similarity as all wait for the train.  just like pedals from a bough are similar but at the same time different.  

anyway, i am sure nobody else has ever thought that maybe Pound intended for his title to be the hidden first line to this work and he wanted us the reader, to figure that out.  

I can just see the headline, "Pound Americanizes the Haiku Secretly".

what an image...is a picture worth a thousand words?

Rich is fantastic in this poem. She is almost deceptively sutle in her message thus making it easy for the reader to be drawn in. As if she is an actual diver of the seas. In this poem the personal imagery is incredible. every available personal pronoun is used in this pronoun and for various purposes. " i put on", "my flippers", "we know", "you breathe differently", "we dive...i am he: i am she". these are just a few.
these instances really reinforce Rich's sense of being that i believe metamorphosis throughout the poem. After learning that she is a staunch feminist, these identity issues are given much greater significance.
the imagery in this poem is very realist. no embellishment is found here.
"threadbare beauty"
even when addressing mermaids and mermen, her approach remains very realist. 

some other interesting imagery that she uses is found in her utilities for the "dive".  her book of myths, her knife, her camera, and even her flippers carry symbolic imagery.  in my interpretation of her poem, the overarching imagery of the sea as being society, a huge, churning vastness, and the wreck as her life at the hands of this brutal society is evident.  The dive is her endeavour to salvage herself before its too late.  the camera is great imagery representing her past memories and her effort to document the "rebuild "about to occur.  the knife shows that she isn't playing. she is ready to do work and cut away all those undesirable things in her old self.  the book of myths stands for beliefs that she had always held on to as something that helped to define her.  she has brought this with her so that she can change it as well. and she does for at the end of the poem. the book has transformed in its use to her, the old one in which "our names shall never appear".  she has found her identity in something else now.  the flippers are great imagery, in their bulky akwardness, for the things in herself that she must overcome as she dives into the blackness.

overall this poem and its powerful imagery paint a picture of someone embarking upon an endeavor, the outcome of which is unknown.  this bravery combined with some sense of desperate urgency, is what makes the poem stand out in my mind as an extraordinary piece of writing which i thoroughly enjoyed reading.

ttyl...my bff  8 a bug!!!   omg wtf!!

you have just witnessed above not a kindergarten alphabet class but the communication of young adults in this day and age.  in the modern technological era of the cell phone--no the iphone, texting instant messaging, and internet it seems that personal communication is becoming antiquated and these aforementioned substitutes are taking its place.  this is a shame. and thats why i have titled this blog as i have.

almost all important happenings throughout the span of human life include communication. (at least the parts that have to do with the people around us, which is usually a pretty big chunk)

communicating well to others is a skill that is  definitely lacking more and more among young people today.  this is tragic.  first, thanks to alexander graham bell it became, "well ill call instead of going over to jimmies to ask him this question". Now, it has further evolved to "ill just text jimmy instead of calling him."  As communication becomes more and more impersonal, more problems arise and relationships are weakened.  i cant name the huge number of times ive become distraught over a misunderstood text message. and the whole situation would have been avoided if only the person had called me.  texting has become a cop out and a thing of convenience.  that is why someone actually showing up to ask in person shows an authentic amount of interest.  

idk- see there i go...haha

 anyway, i just wish people would learn to communicate.  its the backbone to every relationship that you will ever have, and it is respected by others.  i would argue that it is necessary for success.  just cus everyone else takes the easy road doesnt mean that you have to as well.

 those are just a few thoughts but its all for now.

peace