Huzzah!

So the other day I found a veritable treasure trove of notes for a story I am writing. It makes some ideas I had before make sense, as well as remind me of other ideas. I also had an idea for another (much much much much darker) one. Looks like my cup spillith over with creative fodder. I haven't done much poetry recently, I suspect its because I'm less of a bump on a log recently. Just the same, here's some poem fodder. I have not decided what I'm going to do with it yet:

Gold dust, filtering through the glass
Glowing face lies down to sleep
It's smile fades, and melancholy,
The mistress of dreams, takes hold.
She spreads her wings, and takes
Dominion of the heavens
And tosses sparkling diamonds all around


You never liked my silly poems
You never ever did
You smile and laugh, your deadeye grin
Your eyes are there, of course
But no twinkling therein.
And behind those walls
The gavel falls
And I can’t seem to win.

Some day, sometime, I might exist
Some day, sometime, I might live
Some day, sometime I might die
And return to oblivion
As a sleeper rudely awoken returns
To his warm well-used bed,
So short is our tenure
So close is our bed.

The more the merrier!

Here's a short little one I crapped out a half an hour ago:

Socrates the humble

Socrates the wise

Those who boast do tumble

Under your questioning eyes

So why is there no book of yours,

Nothing, save that of Plato?

You must have been a firm believer

That you should write what you know!

And another, darker one:

Write a story, make a play

Give purpose to your waning day

Wouldn’t want your life to be a waste

Find a woman, make her yours

Pull out chairs, open doors

Wouldn’t want your life to be too chaste

Earn a penny, earn a buck

Even if you don’t give a fuck

Wouldn’t want to end with fewer toys

Swing the bat, lift the weight

Make sure that you’re looking straight

Wouldn’t want to be fag to all the boys

Look around for meaning

Make up what your want

As long as what you want is the norm

Man up for the Ladies

Beef up for the boys

Men know the only thing in life is form.

Good Morning Itaewon

More poetry? Don't mind if I do!

Good Morning, Itaewon

Headlight, break light

Late night, lame night

Drizzle rain, wet the skull

Keeping beat, makes me dull

Tequila repetition, stacks of glass

Belly full and burning

Noxious, burning, tastes like ass

Belly dark and churning

Fire spreads out to my arms

Robs my brain of thought

Fire goads me with its charms

And I forget my lot

Crooked smile, silly grin

Makes me smile, makes me swim

Floorboards toss, ceilings swirl

Mindless swinging in the whirl

And yet another installment: Sparks

What is it for, this little spark we have

Flickering in the wide cold dark
In the vast universe, too large for comprehension
Empty, burning, frozen too
Over space and space again
Time and time again.
And these little lights burn


So small, so fragile
These little lights are
They may end at a moment
Never to be seen again
Their color unique
In every sense of that word
And yet of all the same matter
Tomorrow you die, they say
Expecting some far off day
Not realizing that tomorrow could be
Tomorrow. Or even today.


Watch as it dims without fuel
That little light of mind
The spark weakens as it loses itself in false worlds
Worlds created for its comfort
To make it feel important
To make it feel like meaning exists
Must exist
And that it is simple, small
As if this little light were in a room
And all there were was this room
Small enough that it's light reached every corner.
Is it any wonder that the dimmer the light, the smaller the room must be?
So there be no dark corners, no answers to seek, no mystery?

The space beyond this gilded, painted room
The real
Is cold and dark. One might be tempted to believe
That it is cold and dark and there is no light
But we must remember what we are, we sparks
We ARE the light

Bring the sparks closer together.
Watch as they grow in brightness
Watch as they grow in warmth
These special little points of light
Seeking shelter with themselves from the cold night
And they can look out
From their warmth
And see the real, see it again from calm, unfrightened eyes
And see that it is beautiful, and moving, and frightening, and exciting
But most of all: REAL.

Poetry Post! #1

I promised myself I would write a poem every day this summer, and write my novel. So, to add to the incentive, I will post whatever I have at the time, embarrassing, unfinished, or otherwise. Wheeee! Here is the first one I will post, the first one of the ones I wrote here at work:

Excuse me
pardon me
I'm sorry to bother you but
I don't mean to be a nuissance but
I just wanted to say
I just needed to say
If you don't mind
If it is not too much trouble
And I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable but
And I know that you probably will think I'm crazy, but
I just wanted you to know
I just wanted to show
Without ruining what we have
Without making this awkward
I just had to get this of my chest
I just needed to get this out
I just really wanted to shout
And I know what you might say
I know what you're probably thinking
But I would really appreciate if you'd oblige
Just a little bit of a consolation
I know this might make me seem complainy
But please remove your knife from my skull
(My shirt is getting quite brainy)

Wow, I fail so hard. I am going to try to start posting my writing on here now, just because having fodder for the blogging might help me keep going. But First! I took a trip down to Pyeongtaek a few weeks ago for the annual teacher trip (yay!) I was late, so my day started a bit crappily, but soon we were on the road, drinking beer and soju. Man koreans know how to drink.

First we visited a couple of temples:

Then after spending a drunken night at a ski resort, we woke up at 730am and went out to some Lee Hyeong Seok's birthplace. He is most famous for this short story: The Buckwheat Blossoms. The area we were in was famous for the buckwheat, so we took pictures in fields and ate at a buckwheat specialty restaurant. But the best part was stopping by this art center off the side of the road by a buckwheat field.

Ok! Update!

I am currently residing in Jukjeon, Korea, and I couldn't be happier! The people are friendly, the students are very excited to have me, and the food is delicious. I get up at 7:30 every morning excited to start my day, which is a new feeling for me. We'll if that changes when I get internet at home, haha. To start, Ima post some pictures of my apartment. I was surprised at first by it. It opens up into a small kitchen with a sliding door opening up into the main room:

I'm still figuring out how to post additional pictures, so bear with me. Today will be kitchen day! [edit: the blog helper elf posted my pictures for me!] Wheee! So wednesday was education election day, so there was no school, but I came in to work anyway. There were a couple of other teachers here as well, just doing paperwork, but I ended up doing some impromptu english lessons with them and their kids. I taught one teacher about puns! yay!

So! Politics! Some Republican idiot says he has a secret list of socialists in congress. http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2009/04/bachus_tells_city_and_county_o.html

Seriously? A list of socialists? Doesn't this sound familiar? And doesn't the history of said familiar event suggest how backwards this is? McCarthy is not known as a hero, let's leave it at that. Of course, representatives will scramble for attention. This is all part of the Republican strategy of using and reusing defunct strategies. They want to try tax cuts for the rich AGAIN, they want to deregulate MORE, they want to shore up the base AGAIN, and apparently they want to engage in 50 year old scare tactics. They don't get it. The younger generation doesn't care about socialism as a bogeyman, it won't work. It will only appeal to the diehard and might i add, dying-out brand of conservatives. What, do they want to go for 100% in Oklahoma?

Honestly, the more disturbing thing than the fear mongering, is the idea that this congressman is actually worried about socialists. Really? Americans are concerned about work, they are concerned about feeding their families, they are concerned about having a future. But there is such a disconnect between peoples actual fears, and what gets played out in politics. Banning gay marriage will not fix the economy or save your job, or even affect you at all. Stopping socialism will not keep your family fed or provide you healthcare. *shakes head*

Speaking of the younger generation not caring, I just want to post this speech by Iowan House Majority Leader Gronstal about a bill to overturn the recent ruling in Iowa supporting gay marriage. Go you, Gronstal!

http://www.open.salon.com/blog/stellaa/2009/04/07/iowa_state_majority_leader_moving_speech_on_gay_marriage