I think the reason it’s so good is that it’s human. It isn’t a fantasy world; it’s the real world with real characters. It’s life, plain but not so simple. It’s an exaggeration, sure, but a minor one, a legitimate ‘what-if’ it could happen, and if it did, you would go to shit. It’s intense and heartbreaking to see life so cynically reflected in literature. The irony is reflected in the ‘mark I use for it “I am reading this book because I don’t want to think about my life” because that is just what it does, make you think about life. Make you question the reasons for your very existence make you wonder how you would cope, how you would handle it. The inner wit is encapsulated in the cover; a front page of simple font, a slight emphasis on the title, standing out from the rest, the core of the story on the back “Chris Shwartz’s father is in a coma, It’s serious, In a funny kind of way” simultaneously telling you all and nothing about the beauty of the text within. I’ve never before been this encapsulated by this simple yet moving story. Which is why you should read, The Sleeping Father by Matthew Sharpe.
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Night time blues
It was a dark and stormy night, the darkness and the night thing kinda go together a lot I suppose. We were playing hide and seek (hey we all have to be young sometimes) and I found a nice little hiding spot, problem is of course that while I can sit still my mind can't.
"Found myself just the other day
In the backyard of a friends place,
Thinkin' about you"
I seem to have so much to do lately, I've been rearanging my furniture, rearanging my bank balance, and trying to rearange my life. I feel as if I've been stuck in a hole lately, clawing at the sides trying to get out, begging deaf ears to throw me a rope.
"You've got to get yourself together you've got stuck in a moment, and now you can't get out of it"
I suppose it is that time of year... Christmas, a time to look at all you have in your life, realise all you want in your life, and realise you will never get it (and that you will never give up trying, just keep bashing your head against that brick wall until the wall falls over).
"All I want for Christmas is you"
But summer is here, walsh is coming (fuck I'm broke) I'm sure it won't be this bad on a nice sunny day. Night has a way of getting into my head. Making me different. Bah, what am I but a fool with a keyboard.
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT
"Found myself just the other day
In the backyard of a friends place,
Thinkin' about you"
I seem to have so much to do lately, I've been rearanging my furniture, rearanging my bank balance, and trying to rearange my life. I feel as if I've been stuck in a hole lately, clawing at the sides trying to get out, begging deaf ears to throw me a rope.
"You've got to get yourself together you've got stuck in a moment, and now you can't get out of it"
I suppose it is that time of year... Christmas, a time to look at all you have in your life, realise all you want in your life, and realise you will never get it (and that you will never give up trying, just keep bashing your head against that brick wall until the wall falls over).
"All I want for Christmas is you"
But summer is here, walsh is coming (fuck I'm broke) I'm sure it won't be this bad on a nice sunny day. Night has a way of getting into my head. Making me different. Bah, what am I but a fool with a keyboard.
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT
Friday, December 4, 2009
Poetry?
It’s hard to write my feelings
Because I do not know
The true way that I feel
Or what makes me feel so
It’s hard to write my feelings
For fear I’ll plagiarize
Or use anothers visions
In my own ugly disguise
It’s hard to write my feelings
This much I know is true
But I also know my feelings
Are strong concerning you
There’s a little poet inside each of us screaming to get out, it is my strong belief that he (or she) need be locked away as deep and often as possible. After all, have we not been shown that repressing parts of ourselves is the best way to get on in civilized society. Which, in my eyes, is just another reason that civilized society aint all it’s cracked up to be. (Why on earth do am I reading this back to myself in an Irish accent…)
The ‘you’ in this (attempt at a) poem is 2 people, both who have changed my life (or at least view of life) in very drastic and very different ways. Atleast I think it is, either that or it is mindless rambling brought on by the lack of sleep and internet and a surplus of V.
Because I do not know
The true way that I feel
Or what makes me feel so
It’s hard to write my feelings
For fear I’ll plagiarize
Or use anothers visions
In my own ugly disguise
It’s hard to write my feelings
This much I know is true
But I also know my feelings
Are strong concerning you
There’s a little poet inside each of us screaming to get out, it is my strong belief that he (or she) need be locked away as deep and often as possible. After all, have we not been shown that repressing parts of ourselves is the best way to get on in civilized society. Which, in my eyes, is just another reason that civilized society aint all it’s cracked up to be. (Why on earth do am I reading this back to myself in an Irish accent…)
The ‘you’ in this (attempt at a) poem is 2 people, both who have changed my life (or at least view of life) in very drastic and very different ways. Atleast I think it is, either that or it is mindless rambling brought on by the lack of sleep and internet and a surplus of V.
This what happens when the internet goes down
The internet’s down, which is partially the reason I have time to write this. Problem is, it went down in the middle of me writing an email. The one time I actually write an email (I prefer IMs and hiding away in my small corner of the world to emails). So what’s the problem? Well since I wasn’t sure gmail had auto saved it I saved a copy in word. But of course I can’t have an email sitting infront of me and just leave it be. I need to analyse every word I wrote and make sure it sounds right, make sure I’m not too honest. No idea what I’m trying not to be honest about…
Listen to song for guy by Elton John
oh and watch some Tim Minchin
What? I’m bored and like to share my taste in music and comedy. Not sure if share is the right word I suppose. It sorta implies that someone else is reading this. I’m beginning more and more to think that this blog is purely a reminder to myself, so I can read over it in years to come and laugh at how naïve I was, how naïve I am. Or maybe a vent, a way to get all my falsified emotions out in the open, convince myself that I’ve taken the first step to telling people how I feel (or even figuring it out myself) since I have made information about my jumbled emotions public. But I haven’t even done that. The only person I fool is myself, mainly because there is no-one else who reads this and therefore no-one else to be fooled.
School is over for the year. I suppose I should be happy. Not that I’ve really had a day to relax. My last exam was on Monday. Tuesday I had to sort out the paperwork for my driving test, Wednesday I sat and failed the test (seriously, the retards LTNZ employs these days), Thursday I had an opticians appointment, Friday (today) I had (and missed) another, tomorrow I go in for a 3rd/2nd (to pick up my glasses) and next week I plan on working to earn money for walsh. I feel so damn relaxed.
“I think it’s time, we give it up, and figure out, what’s stopping us, from breathing easy, and talking straight”
I had another self aware moment today. The whole, I am the only me, I am the only person who sees through these eyes, I am the only person whose existence I can prove beyond doubt, I am unique, I am special. God it bugs me when that happens. But it makes me think, why don’t I just go for it, what’s the worst that can happen (apart from agonising drawn out death, or agonising drawn out life for that matter) I guess what I’m saying is, I need to take more risks in life, I need to live a little bit more. And I need to seriously get trashed sometime this summer (for spiritually developmental reasons of course)
“I wonder how it feels to be famous, but wonders ‘bout as far as I will go, ‘cause I’d probably lose myself in all the pieces, and end up being someone I don’t know”
I wish I could loosen up a bit, I always feel like I have to play it safe, always be responsible. I’m way too old for a teenager (but not as old as some other teenagers I know). I also need to lose the glasses. I know it’s ridiculously shallow but I hate them, I mean, sure I’m a nerd but that’s not the first impression I want to give. I want people to see me, not the glasses. I think society (myself included) judge way too much on first appearances. Take way too much from how a person looks. I suppose how a person chooses to present themselves is part of someones real identity but many things they do not have a choice about, I guess what I’m saying is humans need to be less shallow. I need to stop saying that I guess crap.
I hate it when that happens, I just caught myself searching trying to think of another song quote to put, it bugs me, the 1st 2 just sorta happened, so I feel I need to continue the trend. Just as I feel I need to continue this paragraph, but my rant is finished, my inspiration once again depleted.
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT
Listen to song for guy by Elton John
oh and watch some Tim Minchin
What? I’m bored and like to share my taste in music and comedy. Not sure if share is the right word I suppose. It sorta implies that someone else is reading this. I’m beginning more and more to think that this blog is purely a reminder to myself, so I can read over it in years to come and laugh at how naïve I was, how naïve I am. Or maybe a vent, a way to get all my falsified emotions out in the open, convince myself that I’ve taken the first step to telling people how I feel (or even figuring it out myself) since I have made information about my jumbled emotions public. But I haven’t even done that. The only person I fool is myself, mainly because there is no-one else who reads this and therefore no-one else to be fooled.
School is over for the year. I suppose I should be happy. Not that I’ve really had a day to relax. My last exam was on Monday. Tuesday I had to sort out the paperwork for my driving test, Wednesday I sat and failed the test (seriously, the retards LTNZ employs these days), Thursday I had an opticians appointment, Friday (today) I had (and missed) another, tomorrow I go in for a 3rd/2nd (to pick up my glasses) and next week I plan on working to earn money for walsh. I feel so damn relaxed.
“I think it’s time, we give it up, and figure out, what’s stopping us, from breathing easy, and talking straight”
I had another self aware moment today. The whole, I am the only me, I am the only person who sees through these eyes, I am the only person whose existence I can prove beyond doubt, I am unique, I am special. God it bugs me when that happens. But it makes me think, why don’t I just go for it, what’s the worst that can happen (apart from agonising drawn out death, or agonising drawn out life for that matter) I guess what I’m saying is, I need to take more risks in life, I need to live a little bit more. And I need to seriously get trashed sometime this summer (for spiritually developmental reasons of course)
“I wonder how it feels to be famous, but wonders ‘bout as far as I will go, ‘cause I’d probably lose myself in all the pieces, and end up being someone I don’t know”
I wish I could loosen up a bit, I always feel like I have to play it safe, always be responsible. I’m way too old for a teenager (but not as old as some other teenagers I know). I also need to lose the glasses. I know it’s ridiculously shallow but I hate them, I mean, sure I’m a nerd but that’s not the first impression I want to give. I want people to see me, not the glasses. I think society (myself included) judge way too much on first appearances. Take way too much from how a person looks. I suppose how a person chooses to present themselves is part of someones real identity but many things they do not have a choice about, I guess what I’m saying is humans need to be less shallow. I need to stop saying that I guess crap.
I hate it when that happens, I just caught myself searching trying to think of another song quote to put, it bugs me, the 1st 2 just sorta happened, so I feel I need to continue the trend. Just as I feel I need to continue this paragraph, but my rant is finished, my inspiration once again depleted.
Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
ACT
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