Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Truman Show

Author's Note: This is my response to The Truman Show. I have three separate topics that I talk about in this response, one being that we all question reality, another is that lying is always lying no matter the reason and the last one is that peace is fake. In the last paragraph I probably sound like an weirdo person but that's okay. Also, I don't really know what I think about this post.


Truman is a man who is doesn't know what to believe in. He's stuck in a world where nothing is real, where he has to real friends, no real love. The people in his world are all actors, playing roles to satisfy every aspect of Truman's life. In reality, we all have moments where we think the same thoughts as Truman does. We look around us and think what if none of this is real? What if there is someone out there controlling everyone? These are impossible questions that will probably never be answered but they are a part of our lives. We have to question reality to know it’s real.

Lying gets many people by in life whether it be lying for protection, lying to yourself or lying to get ahead; it's lying all the same. Truman was lied to for "protection" but the creator of the show never thought that Truman would ever find out but every lie is found out eventually. The creator never thought that the way Truman was living was not life. Life is spontaneous, not repetitive and that's what makes life worth living because if we knew what was going to happen tomorrow or ten years from now then what's the point of living it in the first place.

This is a final post for the second day

Some that upset me is that everyone seems to want peace but it's clearly impossible. There is no such thing as peace, or that's what I believe in at least, it's so irrational that it's hard to believe. Peace is nothing; if we had peace than we would have nothing. There would then be no real opinions and people couldn't think for themselves. Truman has grown up in that type of world where there are no arguments and there aren't any disagreements and we all know how well that turned out which proves my point that a world at peace is a world of insane people.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

How to Paint A Water Lily

Author's Note: This is my poem that mimics "How To Paint A Water Lily: by Ted Hughes. I didn't make it exactly the same but I kept the same stanza lengths and the kind of rhyming he does. He doesn't exactly rhythm, I mean, in some stanzas he does but some he doesn't and just uses same sounds so yeah I tried to replicate that. My poem doesn't really make a ton of sense to even me and I wrote it so I don't really know what i was trying to write but hopefully you guys like it!


How To Paint A Water Lily

To Paint a Water Lily

A green level of lily leaves
Roofs the pond's chamber and paves

The flies' furious arena: study
These, the two minds of this lady.

First observe the air's dragonfly
That eats meat, that bullets by

Or stands in space to take aim;
Others as dangerous comb the hum

Under the trees. There are battle-shouts
And death-cries everywhere hereabouts

But inaudible, so the eyes praise
To see the colours of these flies

Rainbow their arcs, spark, or settle
Cooling like beads of molten metal

Through the spectrum. Think what worse
is the pond-bed's matter of course;

Prehistoric bedragoned times
Crawl that darkness with Latin names,

Have evolved no improvements there,
Jaws for heads, the set stare,

Ignorant of age as of hour—
Now paint the long-necked lily-flower

Which, deep in both worlds, can be still
As a painting, trembling hardly at all

Though the dragonfly alight,
Whatever horror nudge her root.


Memories


The seagulls flee across the sand
Hurrying away from where I stand

The roaring waves crash on the shore
The constant rhythm of my stare

I observe the sky and the water
The water, dark blue slaughter

There are no words for this place
Where land meets water - interlace

Beauty so shocking, cold spray
It needs no sun for the day

People roam the lonely beach
Wading, chatter and seashells reached

The sunset rises, air of calm
The sand rough against my palm

Old times come and go
With memories in tow

This beach will see light again
Like spring will see rain

To stand on the rough weeds
Prickles prick at my soles

Leave - there will be more time
No need to cry over a simple dime

Waves will recede through your dreams
Never will you forget these radiant scenes