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Avoiding the Conventional
I could speak of love
and how it makes you so driven
but in reality that discourse has already been given
I could speak of loss
and how it leaves you cold
but my friend that story has already been told
I could speak of emotion
and how it often drives you to insanity
but don't you see that’s just part of this humanity
Instead I'll speak of the day
of the very way
the sun will shimmer on the dew
Instead I'll speak of the neglected
the things left undetected
the shape of the leaves on every tree
Instead I'll speak of a child’s play
and things he'll say
as he looks at the clouds in the sky
I could speak of the ordinary
But I prefer the extraordinary
The every day things that pass us by
here's a little something that I wrote, in the days when I was trying to do. . .um. . .more abstract poetry/lyrical musings. I posted it on my site, not sure if I did here, but if I did, sorry.
I stare into the snow,
stories of vacations past
lost into the winter.
The nuclear holocaust
left us without a winner.
All the losers felt the world shake,
saw the snow fall.
Realized the end had come.
Burrowed into the ground.
Wet their hands with tears,
and washed them of the guilt.
Soon a new world was built.
A new hope was formed,
and everyone believed.
But then they all turned face.
And soon there was nothing left.
Just a land desolate and wracked with death
Destruction. . .such a horrible pall
fell over the land as they burrowed again
burrowed deep enough to forget.
The pattern began all over again
the ground shook, the sky filled
and snow begin covered the globe again
Here's another that I wrote in middle school I think, or maybe in high school. . . I found in on some paper in a notebook that I used in both, so this is Javann circa twelve or thirteen
We wear camoflauge to war, but the war's camoflauged in front of our faces,
sacrifice our youth in the high places,
saturate their minds with violence, unmarked text,
drugs money from illegal welfare checks.
If children are the future,
we need a DeLorean so we can get back to the future.
In a world of social class,
we have to heal the wounds of the past,
so the scars of tomorrow won't show,
you say, "let's constantly grow."
But what is growth but covering over scars,
if we reach for the stars,
the stretch marks grow too unslightly for others to bear.
What is exactly up there,
that we try to make ourselves attain,
all that is vain,
and all that is rare.
Is it not we ourselves that believe in cosmic things,
and being cosmic beings,
I find it almost incredible that we have this existence on our planet.
Apparently I didn't finish it. Oh well that concludes Javann's retropost.
Posted by: What, You're Expecting My Name Here? at November 18, 2004 09:29 AMthe nuclear war one is a beaut...
Posted by: itzjerm at November 18, 2004 09:40 AMDriving Miss Crazy
A Short Story by Jon Houser
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“So how’d your date go?”
Joseph (pronounced Ho’sef) asked, picking bits of scrambled egg out of a cheese grater.
“Oh…er…uh…you know, good.
His companion replied.
“Good? That’s not vague enough.”
“Well you know she was real nice, a kind warm, loving soul. She works at a retirement home assisting the elderly with whatever the near dead but refusing to die need help with.”
He said rubbing the now clean cheese grater against the corner of a wooden cabinet, shaving off bits and chunks of lacquered wood.
“Well that’s nice.”
Joseph was holding a bowl under the cabinet.
“Yeah, and she really loves animals too. While I was driving us to the movies we must have talked for twenty minutes about how adorable different kinds of animals are.”
“Sounds sickening.”
“In any other context it would be, but you don’t really care when you’re talking to such a warm kind creature. It just seems natural.”
“Well ain’t that sweet.”
Joseph said mixing in the shredded scrambled eggs with the wood chips.
“Well…yeah…but it made for a really awkward moment during the conversation when I hit a cat.”
“Ooh, tough break.”
“Well, yeah. She was pretty mortified by that, I mean the hiss-thump-meow. That look of sadness-slash-terror-slash-about-to-vomit-slash-horror on her face is tattooed in my brain. The mouth contorted in a sad circus clown’s caricatural frown; eyes wide and lashes long extended from lids raised so high their hiding in her skull; hands trembling and fingers curled up to her bereaved harlequin mouth.”
He recalled as he poured the new xylem-slash-ovular-chick-incubator-extract concoction into a large funnel Joseph was holding in the mouth of a hollowed out taxidermed dog.
“Don’t spill. Yeah I’ve seen that look before…my poor poor grandmother…That’s why I can’t take a shower any more without wearing a full suit and tie get-up….or crying. You were lucky you got an uncomfortable silence opposed to a screaming-heart-attack-slash-death-bed-rebuke.”
“Oh I would’ve killed for an uncomfortable silence. I didn’t realize how comfortable silence could be until it was interrupted by the repeated thump-crunch-thump-meow-thump-crunch-thump-meow of the poor feline that somehow not only stuck to my back tire, but continued to live on for four minutes despite it’s ephemeral yet all too extended torture on my rear apparently-too-high-traction-rounded-rubber rolling device.”
“Four minutes? Good god, why didn’t you just get out and peel the poor thing off? Beat it with a trunk sequestered shovel or something?”
Joseph asked hoisting the no longer hollow dog over his shoulder.
“It was a miscalculated situation, and I can hardly be blamed for that. I mean how often does road-kill stick to your tire and then turn out to be road-live, or at least road-praying-for-death-to-whatever-animal-god-temporal-road-creatures-pray-to? I figured it would end any second, and after every second that passed and it didn’t end, it seemed all the more likely to end because it became more and more statistically improbable for it to go on. It was a terrible mathematical anomaly that I was powerless against.”
He said opening the door, so Joseph and ovular-chick-incubator-extract -slash-xylem dog could pass through, before exiting to the driveway himself.
“Your memories of her are as vivid as they are lurid. So how did it the date end?”
Joseph asked opening the passenger side motor vehicle door with a free hand.
“Her family’s dead.” He said pushing in the cigarrette lighter by his stereo “Now shut up and ignite the dog.”
Posted by: Jon Houser at November 18, 2004 10:54 AMgr-ape
HAHA, take that flawed censor! Can't stop me from talking about gr-apes or scr-apes!
Posted by: Jon Houser at November 18, 2004 11:00 AMI have had no creative writings to speak of lately, other than the beginning of something (or it could be an album title, who knows):
There are people, and you are one
Now, responses to other writing:
Javann, your first one sounds likes the intro to something from Godspeed! You Black Emperor. Maybe the Dead Flag Blues.
John...my lord I love your brain. "Now shut up and ignite the dog."
Classic.
Jeremy. We now need to have words.
If I am eating Durian ice cream, it will be eating ONE scoop. THAT is what an ice cream cone consists of, and originally you said that Alex had to eat one scoop, and I the other. Alex is out of this bet, and it's just me Cochese, so there will only be one scoop consumed or all bets are off and there will only be video of me with strawberry waffle goodness.
(puts hands on hips, cocks head, pouts, sticks out foot and taps it...waitingly)
D.A.
Posted by: D.A. at November 18, 2004 11:57 AMOK here is the deal then...
If DA... eats the whole cone, one scoop... He will recieve a total of $12. The Ice Cream Cone is Paid For, a meal, and a gray winter hat (hat to be negotiated with present owner of gray winter hat).
Small Print (even though its the same size)
i)the experience must be taped, and the hours after the experience (for thats when the real fun starts...)
ii)Losing ones beans er uh durian is allowed once... if in the act of eating... afterward not allowed. And if while eating, after regaining composure, the rest of the icecream and cone must be eaten. (This all must be on video to in such an event).
iii) Updates during the activity must be made via cell phone.
iv)Alex is to point laugh, heckle,and not provide support. (No doubt all canadians will join in).
This post will self destruct in 5 minutes
BTW... when (what day) will this occur. I see a misconstrued major mileston here...
Posted by: itzjerm at November 18, 2004 02:16 PM
Wait, I threw in twenty dollars. Provided that there is indeed footage of this, and that he keeps it down. He gets a guaranteed five from me if he upchucks it, again, on camera.
Posted by: What, You're Expecting My Name Here? at November 18, 2004 02:46 PMNot really anything creative to write about but there is a new look and feel at the The Knoxville File. Come check it out and let me know if you like it.
Jerm, you might like it seeing as how it looks nothing like misconstrued anymore. Out with the old in with the new.
Posted by: case at November 18, 2004 02:54 PM