In Other Words. . .

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Hey Look: A Poem!

I was taking a walk in this random place when I found this random poem written on a nearby wall written by this random person and signed anonymous. I thought I'd share it because, if nothing else, it made me think. I don't want to give my interpretation because I want to hear new ideas, but if anyone at all actually reads this and comments, I'll be sure to share my thoughts as well.

Have a Good Day.

The image of
Home floats by--

Freedom to move
Maybe a girl
Quiet and laughter
Sing the praises
Of each new day

Then I see
The picture fall away
Because it's flat
A cheap postcard
Taped to a bleeding wall
And someone
Breaks a drum in the hall
And screams in envy
Of the fresh and
Drying color on
The floor

Nonsense-bombs hit hard
And pound in
The ceiling
Not much time left
To look out
The window
But I do
Even though
It's been
Painted black

And behind me
My bleeding wall
Comes nearer

Monday, March 14, 2011

Viewfinder: California

I'm from the east coast, so traveling to LA was an experience, to say the least. It's hard to believe that such strange landscapes are just another part of this huge country that I know so well for its green forests and hills of the east. I still don't have a real sense of the distance since I flew, but the batty luxury of Hollywood came to life quickly. I never found a really quiet place during my visit. Even in the wilderness by the shore, the waves create a sound like highway traffic in the distance. I don't really know whether I could live there. (Thinking about having to choose a permanent residence at all gives me a claustrophobic feeling.)

So there it is: the paradiso of America. No wonder Californians are more relaxed.