Reading the Hump Week Time It Is

I thought I had all my homework, then my Mom reminded me I have a major English essay that I should start on. So, at somepoint I'm going to settle down and bang out an outline. I'm really hoping I can do something on the poetic speaker in the poetry of Allen Ginsberg, since the poems of Ginsberg are a) an interest of mine and b) come from a very personal place in Ginsberg so it would be interesting to examine the nature of the poetic speaker in Howl and America, which are the Ginsberg poems that I read in this class, and also before this class. If I had the chance, I'd write a comparison with poetic speaker and narrator in Kerouac and Burroughs as well. I'm thinking that personal experience is a very important factor in the works of the Beats. This is pretty odvious with Kerouac and Ginsberg, as they're work is based on their lives. This is also applicable to Burroughs, but for the most part Burroughs uses more symbolic aspects then Kerouac and Ginsberg. Burroughs also wrote about personal experiences in some things in Interzone, like the time he cut of his little finger to impress a guy but in the story it was a girl.

Other then the fact I should have completed much more work then I have at the moment, things are going pretty well. I'm sleeping int till 11, I'm hanging out at my favorite cafe and it looks like poetry nights are starting up again here sometime. Things are pretty good. I'm also working on a short story, that I have a really good feeling about. I've looked into various publishing houses and plan on sending out Godot is Dead to somewhere soon. I'm also thinking about sending out my poetry to the New Quarterly. Things are looking well.

I'm also starting to wonder if Kerouac didn't have something when he was going on about spontaneous writing. Now, I'm not going to start applying this to my novels, but I think that maybe writing stream-of-conciousness poetry may be something to try out. I'll look into applying stream of conciousness poetry in my work and show you the results. As a beginning writer I should be experimenting with as many methods as possible.

Growing Dread in the Koi Pond of My Life

I'm starting in find my home not as homely anymore. I don't know whether it's the stress of summer coming or if I'm just growing to big for my current koi pond or if I'm just nervous that I need to actually work and stuff. All I know is that I've been feeling a sense of, I don't know, dread and nervousness. Everyone is so busy and I feel like I'm being forced out in the suffle. Also, in the middle of the night my bedroom dosn't feel like my own. I know that sounds crazy, but I just don't feel like right. Maybe I'm just on edge or something, but I feel really nervous recently.

I think it may have been my mom cleaning. I think I get the whole reason for cleaning, but I still don't like it. She pretty much came in and rearanged my entire closet and I really don't like that. I also still have a box full of old books I want to sell and I don't think I'm going to have a place to sell them in awhile since everyone is so busy.

I was hoping this could be longer, but I guess that's all I've got today. Maybe I'll have more later today. Maybe not.

Back from the Desert

So, right now I am (supposed) to be working on my feature article that is due real soon. I've got around three pages done so far, I need at least 20. I'm thinking that I should call my mom in to give me a hand on it. It's driving me crazy, apparently because I need to get more work done on it. I could easily have done this a month ago if this was worth anything, but it's not. I don't care about this project. I just look at it and think, I don't really care about this project. When I look at the short story I have to write I think, this is worth something, but I look at this feature article and think, this is just me vomitting. I don't care about this in any way. There is nothing deep and moving about it for me. It's a glorified information piece is what it is. I feel like this is a complete and utter waste of my talents. Thinking about it makes me sick.

Okay, I got that rant out of the way. So, know for the interesting story. You guys have to here this...

WRITER'S FUNNY STORY THAT REALLY HAPPENED!

Okay, It's 2 in the morning and I'm sleeping in bed, all very peaceful like. I'm beginning to feel something on me. I figure it's the fan, because I always sleep with a fan on, but then I realize it's furry when it brushes up agains my face. So I instantly wake up and it's my little sister's hamster, that has gotten out of it's cage in the attic and has crawled into my room and into my bed. Naturally I panic because I hate that hamster. I believe it's plotting against me and this incident only increases that belief. So I run out of my room and there's a big commotion. The hamster goes back in it's cage and I am now securing my door more.

There, I hope you enjoyed that. I wasn't when it was happening.
So, this blog has been long in the making. I've been working on it on and off for a few days now. At the moment I'm working the final touches at the library.
On the subject of my novel, I'm starting to wonder about the construction. Recently, I've been getting alot of ideas for scenes. For instance, I watched Resevoir Dogs last night and I had this picture of Helen with one of the guys who went Marquis De Sade on her during the early times of her life. For those of you who have seen the movie, yes it is a rip from the scene were Mr. Blonde cuts of the cops ear to "Stuck in the Middle with you." Helen however, having seane the movie opens it like this.
"Are you familiar with the works of Quentin Tarantino? Late Pre-Contact film maker, known for making very violent films. Didn't care much for the language, but the dialouge was pretty good once you got passed it. Well, apparently he would steal scenes from other movies and put them into his. I wouldn't know any of them mind you. You wouldn't mind if I put some tunes on would you?" Helen puts in some burned CD or something and "Stuck in the Middle with you," begins playing. She mimicks the little dance Mr. Blonde did, every once in awhile asking guy she's about to painfully torchure. "Guess what movie this is from?" She does this until she cuts his ear off, thens he says "Sorry, you are out of time. The answer was, Reservoir Dogs, starring Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth, Michael Madson, Chris Penn, Steve Buscemi and Lawrence Tierney. Directed by Quentin Tarantino." I can just really imagine Helen doing something like this.
Okay, that's all I can think of. Just wanted to add that I am doing fine.

The Son of The November Blogthings

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Your Sketchiness Factor

You are 29% Sketchy

How Sketchy Are You?

table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2>Your Life is 62% Perfect
Your life is pretty darn perfect. You don't have much to complain about.
Of course, your life is occasionally less than perfect. But you're usually too happy to notice.

How Perfect is Your Life?

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I'm not really sure how this post is going to come out. I suppose that I could just do another long rant about how I'm being flooded with homework and how English is driving me nuts and how I desire a freedom unknown to me at this time, but who want's to read that? Is this what my life amounts too? Me whining about my day at school? Sigh.

This should be about my musings. I should be writing stuff that's important here. Instead I just bitch about English class and how I feel that I am trapped in my current life and I don't know how to get out. I feel so small and useless thinking about this. Do any of you enjoy reading about how much I complain?

Things I should write about...

1. Poems. I write poetry sometimes. I should put up some poems.
2. Photography. I don't have a camera, but some pictures would be nice to have around the blog. I don't have any pictures of me with my Jacket of OK-ness and my new +2 Bandana of Roses.
3. More political and cultural commentaries. This means that I should try and read more about politics. I can do that.
4. Be more honest with people. There are some thing about me that you don't know. I'm not sure I want to go through and tell you today, but I figure I might have to tell you eventually. Might be beneficial.
5. GET A SOCIAL LIFE! I need to spend more time with people. I need to learn more about people and I need to start making freinds. I got freinds at the moment but I want them to be better freinds.

This is a bunch of stuff I heard on my yahoo radio. I'm using this as a list so I'll remember to get them. You can look into it for yourself

• Tomorrow, (album Tomorrow. Song: Three Jolly Little Dwarves). Very psychedelic feel, along with a folkish element. Weird, must get.
• Athletes (album: Tourist, Song: Wires) Judged this awhile ago. Has a depressed kind of sound with a bit of majesty. I can see how it is good. There are some jumps but I don't know if there intentional. Should check this out.
• The Coasters, (album: 50 Coastin' Classics. Song: Charlie Brown) This is a good song. Catchy, has this good trumpet thing going. The lyrics are good and simple and the song isn't heavy. It's a nice light fun song.
• The Rutles, just out of curiousity. There a parody of The Beatles by Eric Idle of Monty Python fame.

I want to be a writer. This damn blogging system won't let me end this as a paragraph so we got a run on paragraph or whatever you call this. Kind of like in lines of Alan Ginsberg's poetry. I got the complete collection of his poetic works at the public library. It's pretty good, but I have some difficulty understanding most of it. I have that problem with poetry.

I'm reading The Glass Menagerie in English. Well, I have read it more or less three times over. What with my feelings of overwhelmingness and lack of control oaround my own life I feel a certain kinship with the character Tom. Tom has to support his family by working at a job he hates and has every detail of his life closely monitered by his mother, Amanda. The only liberation he can find is going to the movies night after night, and drinking alcohol. I'm not an alcoholic or have to support my family, but I feel that I am in more or less the place Tom is in. We both have little control over our lives. God I am so goth today.

In recent news, a Russian spy has been poisoned recently in unknown cercumstances. It's a pretty interesting story. There's suspition that Purin, leader of Russia is behind this, because the spy, Alexander Litvinenko, has hade some difficulty with the whole Putin-having-his-opponents-killed-off-thing. The poison of choice is believed to be thallium, which looks like salt or sugar, disolves in water and has no odure, but it may be something else. I find this all very interesting. I hade little knowledge about what goes on in Russia. I imagine since there isn't a risk of the Russians dropping an atomic bomb on our heads we don't have much of a visible reason to worry about them. Still, this is kind of disturbing. If Putin's in the mood to knock of his opponents and risk to his regime, then we may soon see Communist Russia come back like a big atomic pheonix. Anyway, if your reading this Mr. Litvinenko, I'm roughting for youl. Keep sticking it to the man.

This is Writer. Signing out.