Tuesday, April 24, 2007

AHHH these poems

Nothing like studying poetry. Nothing! The words soothing one's soul, bringing harmony to one's heart andthen taking one's breath away. Aye, the good old days, drinking some tequilla, while reading Wordsworth and not understanding a single damn word. Reading it over and over, you would think I understand it by now. However, life is not that simple. You cannot hope for the best and wonder blindfolded in the world. Nonetheless, I have ten poems, written by six poets, to know by friday. No problem. I wish. Now that I think of it, I also have to link three passages, given on the test, to three different themes/topics/concepts. That should be lovely and soothing. This time, instead of being in 'awe' I will have my mouth opened with the words echoeing 'ahh."
I pray that I have not mislead you into thinking that I hate poetry. I simply do not. I respect all poets, thus it is tough to write in manners as prolific as Shakespeare, Keats and so much more. However, my style of writing poetry is different from there's and, hopefully, different from other writers. I would love to talk about this; however, I must stick to the main topic. Yeah, poetry.
I have always wondered about these poet's style and the meaning extracted by their poems. Did they intend for their poems to mean exactly what we, now, interpret it to be? Was it by chance that their poems consisted of such moving themes and abstructed dilemna's? I mean, are they being given more credit than they deserve? Unfortunately, we will never know because they are dead.

Anyways, untill next time.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

And so it goes....

Yo Yo Yo, check check check this out.

The infant one, infant joy, the infinite spell,
The blood drenches, bleeds red and white,
The colors of our flag, as we raise it with pride,
But the sorrows spill from this infant’s eye,
We wear it as a sweater we wear with rage,
Hurt inside, as the sharp tool penetrates our guts,
Kicked to the ground, left alone all bruised,
Weakened by their presence, and now they refuse,
To treat us like the others, treat us with respect,
The city screams vengeance, the rebels yell riots,
The word in town, is that we’re going to pry it,
The right is ours; we have the freedom, yet we’re treated like dirt,
We were the last crumble, falling to the ground,
But now we are the arch being built and risen,
Now we’ll take the power back,
And everything swept from beneath our feet!

Part one: Our Government

About a month ago I came across an interesting short article called 'Quebec Provincial elections 2007," written by a friend of mind (I will not mention his/her name). Personally, I hate politicians for their lack of justice and the abuse they allow to proceed. Fighting a war we have no purpose to step in. Providing a neighbour with too many soldiers to fight for their cause and then pray that we don't get attacked. They hide in their shadows, under the desk, behind the walls of their guarded home. They seize our money to build useless theme parks, unreliable bridges, and the rest of it goes into their pockets. We work hard to get paid and to survive. But where does the money go? It is a cycle. The money we earn goes right back to the government. How do they support us? Let's see, the price of gas has more loops than a roller-coaster, the price of food keeps increasing and the poor and homeless collide to devastating numbers. I understand that not everyone can please every single person, but you say that you will guide us, protect us and feed us. How about doing so?
The problem with politicians is that they are all crooks. They don't give a shit about the people, at least most of them don't. They could care less about us. When they look at us they see a minority, but we are the majority. We are what balances this world and those around us. They see themselves absorbing a great amount of power and authority that they become engulfed into it. This power takes over them and before you know it they go the opposite ways from what they promised before the elections. I, for one, hate the government for many reasons of course.
The only reason Mario Dumant came in third was because people felt betrayed by Charest, who didn't, and they don't want a separation. Now, this is democracy, but how do you know that the votes aren't fixed. Corruptive. Greed. Power. Authority. Activists. Rebel. Crime. Hatred.
Who are we? We are the people. We are unity and only we can guide this ship in the right direction. I am not calling for anarchists, I am calling for justice. Is it right or wrong to mourn for soldiers who go out there and fight for our country. Die in vain, in a cause they do not belong. They could be at home with their family, a safe place. However, these brave men decide to enlist in the army. If we were attacked, by all means fight for us, but we were not attacked.
To be continued....

It's been a while *INTRO*

For the past two months my cousin has been telling me, every so often, to write, write and write some more. For some reason I did not initiate his demand until today. I must point out to you that my cousin is a terrific writer. He bears this rare ability to hold the reader and mingle in their thoughts with his powerful writing. I do not consider myself a writer, at least not at this moment, but I am willing to persevere in being one. I've decided to start blogging my thoughts about the world in general because I find it to be one of my strong points. I have been influenced by certain authors, such as George Orwell, and music bands, most certainly Rage Against the Machine. I'm not going to discus Rage Against the Machine at this moment, but I will in the future.
I assume you would like to know a little about me, since you will be reading my articles. Describing the way I look is pointless, since most of you know how I look and because it is irrelevant. I enjoy writing poems about society, government, love, pain--whether it is during class, while I'm in the library, at home or when words begin to be put together in my head. However, I do not want to be considered a poet yet. I also love to read the lyrics to Rage Against the Machine songs because they bring forward a powerful message, which allow you to see the truth and the lie in the world. Then again, that is just me. I guess I should state that I have been writing poems for about four years, and I will continue to do so.
I don't talk much, but I do transfer my thoughts into poems. It is a way in which I connect with myself. For the first, three years, I have been writing poems primarily on love. However, my thoughts and perspective on life changed. I began to be aware of the ongoing events in this perilous world, that I persuaded to voice my opinion. It was from then on that I changed my poetic style into a more tighter and as close to powerful lines to elude the problems we are unaware of.
I may decide at some point to post certain poems I have created, but until then I will post my thoughts on numerous events in the world, or about my day.