[Lets hope this one turns out better right?]
Life...a series of moments, emotions, mistakes,adrenaline... vomiting from alcohol, your first roller coaster, The Kiss, being offered marihuana, being hit on,your first trip with your friends ALONE, graduating, living,loving... Life
Life is like a roller coaster wit ups and downs,with imagining things and building your expectations up even if they will only crsah again.
How long does this last? your whole life...sounds like a lot... but what really happens is that we are so into "living" it, pressuerd to amke choices and "go on" that before we know it we are already graduating!! and going to COLLEGE!!!
How?
When?
What The... coff coff you get the point... :p
Even old as "wise ones who have known life" there is always something new to do, or simply somewhere we have to leave our footprint in the sand of time without letting the waves wash it away.
Humans fear death. It is not a question but a fact and statement. Why? Because we feel small against something we can't control. Even before maturing completly we have been drilled against the dying of the light, death is permanenty, death is sadness, death is sorrow, death is pain.
I am not going to say something like "make the best of it" because whatever we do death will always catch up, be we gay, addicts, presidents, ghandi or "normal". What we can do is make sure that by the time we are wise old ones we have split a tree in two somewhere along the way. Fight it if you can recover...
This poem in itself actually si completly against death...and that can be most easily explained in the last stanza as this one is directed to Dylan Thomas' father... it is never easy to let go a friend, a partner/loved one... and apparently it wasn't easy for dylan thomas to let go of his father;i am not saying it is for me, just that that is why it has been written like this.
Nonetheless, they are very wise words...
!!!RaGe AgAiNST the DyIng Of The LiGht!!! [also against "bad" which is dark...live a life who can be proud of]
I shall no leave you with this though:
one fo the rites to enter heaven was answer TWO questions honestly... simple enough,short enough...
Has there been Joy in Your Life?
Have You brought Joy to Someone Else's Life?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Gently Don't Go Somewhere Dark From Where You May Not Come Back
www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm
Rage against the machine
Rage Against Opression and injustice...
Rage against the DyINg oF tHe LiGhT!!!
who? young people who have possibilitys? energy?
NO
2 " Old age should burn and rave at close of day"
5-6 "wise men do not go gentle because their words had forked no lighting"
Good Men
Wild Men
Grave Men
...my father...
everyone is worthy of forking lightning of playing with fire, catch the sun in flight and fire, even if you burn yourself-what matters is you reached the sun!
This poem is about not dying,about holding onto life... psh what person can't accept we al die? Everyone... death is something everyone has a commmon fear of, either because they want to do something, they don't want pain, or simply because there is no living after that.
rage against the dying of the light!
can we do that? not really but we can make our downfall something valuable and significant. The wise ones dont wish to go without having given something to the world. What si important isnt dying but how you get around to it,maybe even suicide is a vaible way IF and only IF it WILL change the world or minimum a soceitys dogmas and the such.
Letting go is hard, we believe that things dont last forever and that is why material objects friendships are held in such high self esteem. i am not inspired for writing this at all... i think i will begin another... dut
Rage against the machine
Rage Against Opression and injustice...
Rage against the DyINg oF tHe LiGhT!!!
who? young people who have possibilitys? energy?
NO
2 " Old age should burn and rave at close of day"
5-6 "wise men do not go gentle because their words had forked no lighting"
Good Men
Wild Men
Grave Men
...my father...
everyone is worthy of forking lightning of playing with fire, catch the sun in flight and fire, even if you burn yourself-what matters is you reached the sun!
This poem is about not dying,about holding onto life... psh what person can't accept we al die? Everyone... death is something everyone has a commmon fear of, either because they want to do something, they don't want pain, or simply because there is no living after that.
rage against the dying of the light!
can we do that? not really but we can make our downfall something valuable and significant. The wise ones dont wish to go without having given something to the world. What si important isnt dying but how you get around to it,maybe even suicide is a vaible way IF and only IF it WILL change the world or minimum a soceitys dogmas and the such.
Letting go is hard, we believe that things dont last forever and that is why material objects friendships are held in such high self esteem. i am not inspired for writing this at all... i think i will begin another... dut
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
When I Have Fears I May Cease To Be...
When I have fears I may cease to be:
When I have fears I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain
Before high pled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I Behold,upon the nigt's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may nere live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall nere look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of reflecting love-then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Mmm as my first post, it is interesting that it is also the name of my blog.I like the last line though...so... so what?
:D
The first four lines are about what the writer would like to get done before dying: expressing his ideas, having th "ripened grain" which means having harvested his poems and writing. He wishes to se his writing published and well known before he dies.
In the second stanza he refers to the mysteries of life and regrets hi will die without understanding them or "tracing them".
The third quatrain is about his love, and how he will never be able to relive it again after dying. He believes everything will be lost in death.
In the last two lines Keat broods over life. He says he will stand alone and think about what into nothigness will become. I believe he chose those two words "love" and "fame" because they were very important in his life. This can be percieved thanks to the fact that the first stanza is about fame [his works ripened] and the third one is about love. That which he most cares about will be lost in death and that is what he really fears,not death in itself but losing what is precious to him..being lost into history; becoming part of a yard sale instead belonging in a library,so as to say.
When I have fears I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain
Before high pled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I Behold,upon the nigt's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may nere live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall nere look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of reflecting love-then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Mmm as my first post, it is interesting that it is also the name of my blog.I like the last line though...so... so what?
:D
The first four lines are about what the writer would like to get done before dying: expressing his ideas, having th "ripened grain" which means having harvested his poems and writing. He wishes to se his writing published and well known before he dies.
In the second stanza he refers to the mysteries of life and regrets hi will die without understanding them or "tracing them".
The third quatrain is about his love, and how he will never be able to relive it again after dying. He believes everything will be lost in death.
In the last two lines Keat broods over life. He says he will stand alone and think about what into nothigness will become. I believe he chose those two words "love" and "fame" because they were very important in his life. This can be percieved thanks to the fact that the first stanza is about fame [his works ripened] and the third one is about love. That which he most cares about will be lost in death and that is what he really fears,not death in itself but losing what is precious to him..being lost into history; becoming part of a yard sale instead belonging in a library,so as to say.
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