Tuesday, June 2, 2015
A Journey Upon A Canvas
Writing is a beautiful thing. You can subconsciously embark upon a Journey through your Mind and Paint a canvas of every crevice and depth in your mind onto a painting that can be read by yourself and by others. That can not only Influence others, but can Reveal yourself to yourself, and become within and without. We don't read and write Poetry because its cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the Human race and the human race is filled with Passion, medicine, law, business, engineering, these are the Noble pursuits and necessary to sustain Life. But Poetry, beauty, romance, Love these are what we stay alive for. To quote Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of the recurring; of the Endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what Good amid these, O me, O life?" The Answer is that life exists, and Identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may Contribute a verse. What will YOUR verse be? AE
Thursday, May 28, 2015
The Few vs. The Ones
I have just finished reading the novel Lord Of The Flies by William Golding and I find the ending to be note worthy.
The end of the novel was quite funny to me. It was exceptionally ironic. The fact that the current war (WWII) going on outside of their island is what interrupted their own war is extravagantly ironic. Furthermore, the ending is ironic for Ralph and his comrades all strived for fire while Jack and his entourage could care less about a fire. It just so turns out that Jack came up with the idea to set a fire and its smoke is what alerted the naval officer to their presence.
I suppose Ralph cried at the end of the novel for he could finally succumb to his emotions. The danger was gone and he no longer needed to be strong. His storm, or more like typhoon, has passed and the bright sun breaking through the clouds casting a rainbow and illuminating the world has become to much for him. Ralph can once again be the kid he is and throw all his island responsibilities out the door. The heaviest burden he has carried has been removed and he begins to cry in relief and happiness.
However I found myself feeling utter contempt towards a few characters throughout the novel.
I despise SamnEric the most. Not only did they sell out to Jack after being with Ralph for so long but they snitched on Ralph and his hideout when there loyalty is most crucial. I understand that they were forced to become a part of Jack's band of savages, but to sell out one's morals, ethics, and dignity for some barbecued pork? I'd choose death over betraying a friend who has sacrificed so much to making my survival a guarantee. There are only a few things that define who we truly are. Our money, friends, and other materials do not define us, but who we are is defined by our integrity, dignity, and courage. Something, where even faced with death, I would not compromise like SamnEric. To betray Ralph twice is absolutely incredulous. Almost an act of defiance, and towards someone who has contributed so much to there mere survival. I understand that the entire novel is an allegory to society in general but I think that just maybe this correlates to my school also.
So many "real" niggas keeping it "one hunnid" as they lay with their "homies" girlfriend. They call themselves "ride or die" yet turn around and talk shit behind each other's backs. The student body all lines to make it easier for the person behind them to stab them in the back. My school is full of people just like SamnEric. Rebels without a cause who are "trill" and "down for their set" yet sit down when an actual G steps to them. I find it hysterical to see these "bangers" cower and hide in the shadow of a real G. They claim these lives of hardship and turmoil because their father has left their family. When some have their family broken over and over. Torn apart by hatred as their hearts harden and turn black as coal. Shattered into pieces as they watch their mother being beaten. Powerless to stop it they cower and pray for a brighter day.
I can't stand these kids who find the life of a hoodlum to be cool. It's not something any of us who really lived in the hood strive for. These kids who have lived in the nice parts of town. Kids with both parents there to tuck them in at night yet still find it necessary to retaliate at a world that they believe owes them so much for their woes and sorrows. Step with me and understand what its like. Catch a glimpse of what burglary, rape, and drive-by shootings as you lay in bed hoping you don't catch a stray bullet that sears through your flesh and stings just as bad as the belt that breaks on your back when your drunkard father drags you out of bed at 3 in the morning for not cleaning up properly. As your cries and pleas reach ears deafened by alcohol coursing through the bloodstream fueling a frenzy that only catches the eye of your teacher. Who sends home threatening notes that mean nothing to you yet but only crumble your heart as you reminisce years later laying in the bed of a stranger's house who wants you to call them "mom and dad." All the while your family lies in tatters. Shredded.
Yet there are a few. A few who have experienced this and do not strive for the stigma of the hood. The ones who want out. Fighting. In an attempt to continue thriving. Seemingly a cause without a rebel for so few actually find there way here. While others who have lived without infraction sip on beer. The ones who stand in line and drive a knife through the back of their homie. The ones who steal candy, beer, and cigarettes. The ones who claim "the struggle" yet don't know what its like to skip dinner over and over again. The ones who don't know what its like to steal out of necessity.
I commend the few. the few that won't tolerate their living conditions and will do all in their power to change their circumstance. The few who won't let themselves be a statistic. The few that strive to become better. the few who are embarrassed of their past. Not because they are ashamed. No these few are proud of what they have been through and wear their battle scars proudly. A veteran of the hood these few are held to as high a regard as a military veteran for they have been in combat. A combat that leaves them broken and yet they still find a way to stand with chins held high.
I have and will recommend this novel to a friend any chance I get. It explores topics that are overlooked in our society today. It is only right that this book has been tried to be banned over and over. Most people can't take the truth and that only serves as proof that The Lord of the Flies proclaims a message that needs to reach the ears, hearts, and minds of all.
The end of the novel was quite funny to me. It was exceptionally ironic. The fact that the current war (WWII) going on outside of their island is what interrupted their own war is extravagantly ironic. Furthermore, the ending is ironic for Ralph and his comrades all strived for fire while Jack and his entourage could care less about a fire. It just so turns out that Jack came up with the idea to set a fire and its smoke is what alerted the naval officer to their presence.
I suppose Ralph cried at the end of the novel for he could finally succumb to his emotions. The danger was gone and he no longer needed to be strong. His storm, or more like typhoon, has passed and the bright sun breaking through the clouds casting a rainbow and illuminating the world has become to much for him. Ralph can once again be the kid he is and throw all his island responsibilities out the door. The heaviest burden he has carried has been removed and he begins to cry in relief and happiness.
However I found myself feeling utter contempt towards a few characters throughout the novel.
I despise SamnEric the most. Not only did they sell out to Jack after being with Ralph for so long but they snitched on Ralph and his hideout when there loyalty is most crucial. I understand that they were forced to become a part of Jack's band of savages, but to sell out one's morals, ethics, and dignity for some barbecued pork? I'd choose death over betraying a friend who has sacrificed so much to making my survival a guarantee. There are only a few things that define who we truly are. Our money, friends, and other materials do not define us, but who we are is defined by our integrity, dignity, and courage. Something, where even faced with death, I would not compromise like SamnEric. To betray Ralph twice is absolutely incredulous. Almost an act of defiance, and towards someone who has contributed so much to there mere survival. I understand that the entire novel is an allegory to society in general but I think that just maybe this correlates to my school also.
So many "real" niggas keeping it "one hunnid" as they lay with their "homies" girlfriend. They call themselves "ride or die" yet turn around and talk shit behind each other's backs. The student body all lines to make it easier for the person behind them to stab them in the back. My school is full of people just like SamnEric. Rebels without a cause who are "trill" and "down for their set" yet sit down when an actual G steps to them. I find it hysterical to see these "bangers" cower and hide in the shadow of a real G. They claim these lives of hardship and turmoil because their father has left their family. When some have their family broken over and over. Torn apart by hatred as their hearts harden and turn black as coal. Shattered into pieces as they watch their mother being beaten. Powerless to stop it they cower and pray for a brighter day.
I can't stand these kids who find the life of a hoodlum to be cool. It's not something any of us who really lived in the hood strive for. These kids who have lived in the nice parts of town. Kids with both parents there to tuck them in at night yet still find it necessary to retaliate at a world that they believe owes them so much for their woes and sorrows. Step with me and understand what its like. Catch a glimpse of what burglary, rape, and drive-by shootings as you lay in bed hoping you don't catch a stray bullet that sears through your flesh and stings just as bad as the belt that breaks on your back when your drunkard father drags you out of bed at 3 in the morning for not cleaning up properly. As your cries and pleas reach ears deafened by alcohol coursing through the bloodstream fueling a frenzy that only catches the eye of your teacher. Who sends home threatening notes that mean nothing to you yet but only crumble your heart as you reminisce years later laying in the bed of a stranger's house who wants you to call them "mom and dad." All the while your family lies in tatters. Shredded.
Yet there are a few. A few who have experienced this and do not strive for the stigma of the hood. The ones who want out. Fighting. In an attempt to continue thriving. Seemingly a cause without a rebel for so few actually find there way here. While others who have lived without infraction sip on beer. The ones who stand in line and drive a knife through the back of their homie. The ones who steal candy, beer, and cigarettes. The ones who claim "the struggle" yet don't know what its like to skip dinner over and over again. The ones who don't know what its like to steal out of necessity.
I commend the few. the few that won't tolerate their living conditions and will do all in their power to change their circumstance. The few who won't let themselves be a statistic. The few that strive to become better. the few who are embarrassed of their past. Not because they are ashamed. No these few are proud of what they have been through and wear their battle scars proudly. A veteran of the hood these few are held to as high a regard as a military veteran for they have been in combat. A combat that leaves them broken and yet they still find a way to stand with chins held high.
I have and will recommend this novel to a friend any chance I get. It explores topics that are overlooked in our society today. It is only right that this book has been tried to be banned over and over. Most people can't take the truth and that only serves as proof that The Lord of the Flies proclaims a message that needs to reach the ears, hearts, and minds of all.
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I understand that there are quite possibly thousands and thousand of blogs that this one will fall under. However, I'd like this one to be different. This blog shall be of my opinion and with no regard for other's beliefs, morals, and ethics. This will convey how I feel about topics prevalent to myself. I won't be pompous and declare that I'm spreading truth to those in need of enlightenment for I would fall into the same category. By no means am I asserting myself over others. Once again this is all in an attempt to portray my thoughts and feelings amidst our society of conformity. I also understand that this blog will most likely become lost in a sea amid thousands of blogs that are merely for ranting, but I'm ok with that.
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