tXgIvIng

Ah... food, the best part of the holidays.

And we're all wearing so much clothing... no one can tell you gained 15 pounds!

Well, if you can't eat it, at least have some fun with it.

Perhaps we should all look to the young and enjoy things through thier eyes.

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nEgAtIvE aRt

I don't get it...I don't understand why good creative work has to stem from negative things. It seems as though I am only inspired to write poems when I'm distraught over something or pissed off. It's pretty depressing! I was watching an interview with Fiona Apple from last year and when asked why the new album (which is still not released by the way) is more up than her previous ones she remarked that when it's your job and you can only be productive when something negative is happening, that's pretty depressing. I suppose she tried to focus more on the happier things for this album, Extradordinary Things. I've only heard one song from it and it's really good. I can't believe Sony is still sitting on the album. It's been finished for over a year now, supposedly. You can check out the retaliated fans at www.fionaapple.org There is a link to the interview I watched and other stuff relating to getting the album released, such as mass emails to Sony, etc.

Back to the good poetry coming from negative shit... Often times, I really like what I have written and it becomes detached from the reason I wrote it. At the time of writing it allows me to express what I was feeling, which can be very hard sometimes. However, later it represents that time but I also can look at it singularly as a creative work... and that is how I normally view things. Often time, I can not connect to the feelings I had when I wrote it, I look at it as someone looking at a painting. Only seeing what is before me, and further interpreting it differently each time I read it.

dIstrActIOns

they're everywhere
can't you see?
there's one right there
it's following me!

what am i doing?
i can't remember
i can't think straight
focus... focus
stay in control

goals and dreams
put on hold
to tend to a distraction
for which i have no control

are they mirrors...
displaying what i cannot see?
or simple distractions
hindering growth

they're everywhere
can't you see?
there's one right there
it's following me!

Another day...

time stolen
time shared
moments sought
feelings feared
love uncovered
tears shed
lives diverted
nothing said
future uncertain
sadness weighs
heavy hearted
time passes
lives continue
forever changed

lAtE kNigHts

So, what does one do after a late night of catching up at the local bar... take pictures of their unsuspecting friends of course. No poem or angry statement here, just wanted to share a pix. I liked how it ended up so up on the blog it goes.

The funny thing about responsibility is everyone wants the pay-off but doesn't want to put the work into it. I myself fall into this as well. Things keep piling up and I feel the pressure but it still doesn't motivate me to do it b/c I become smothered. I am amazed that I have yet to learn this lesson, especially since I recognize it each time it happens. Ah, but I guess if we learned all our lessons, there wouldn't be a reason to live on in the next life.

gAtEs oF eXpErIEncE

is it heaven or is it hell
gates of promise or disappointment
a loving embrace or a smack in the face
a matter of perception
a unique reflection
a different experience for you and me
to be shared later
envied and coveted
but never relived

gOIngs On

Sorry I haven't written in awhile, for those of you who have been checking the blog; it's nice to know someone cares (thanx Kevin!). Things have been a little hectic lately. This past Thursday, Karza and I drove up to Charleston to interview for a graduate position; it was a lot of fun. The people were really nice. When I went there I thought I was going to have one interview and then be on my way. However, I was running around all day, meeting every faculty member in the department. It was kinda nice to be treated though. On the way back, we stopped in Charleston. I was planning on staying the night there. At first I was going to stay in a hostel but then I decided to camp; however, as the sun started going down, I started having second thoughts. It was getting a bit chilly; so, I headed to St. Augustine. I really liked Charleston; it was like a bigger St. Augustine. I enjoyed wandering around the streets. That's one thing I miss, wandering.... I miss wandering the streets downtown over on the beach. Overall, the experience went well. My impression was that Charleston was like St. Augustine and Columbia was like Gainesville; except Columbia was farther inland. Columbia has a 5 points area that reminded me of Jacksonville. That's been where all my nrg has been going so recently. Now, I'm focusing on some applications for grad school. I will be happy when I know where I'm going and it's all well and done. Well, that's all for now.

chIllIn' In chArlEston