Description: I wrote this about a suicidal hobby of mine: I row. i get up at 4am, i row, i attend classes fulltime as a college student, and i sleep and rest less than i thought humanly possible inside geneva conventions.
but so help me, i am committed.
i do believe what they used to say Thoreau i believe . . .
A man must not be measured by what he has got,
but what he is willing to go without.
Devoured by a Dream -------------------------------------------
i chased the pheonix, and tried and tried
And he flamed at me, he tried and tried
But i held him close, he flew i flew
we fell together, he died; i died.
From ash We arose, He cried; I cried
As I Soared I knew it to be true
this seems kinda basic compared to what i remember of your stuff but the message behind it is huge and i encourage you to allow yourself to be consumed and created...
i like that actually. it makes me think of a verse in the bible about a seed having to die (be consumed) before it can bear or come to life (be created) thats kinda cool... i know thats prolly very not how you were aiming at it to be interpreted but thats the beauty of poetry i guess... the beauty of words and the person reading them...
i say it seems basic prolly because of the whole phoenix thing... they have been really over used on this site in the past and really... i just cant take them seriously when used as images in writing anymore... thats prolly my hangup and not a reflection on your writing...
i do however like the mirroring of the phoenix and yourself... thats really well done...
as for sleep... its completely unnecessary... i get an hour a night if im lucky but only coz i suck at sleep... we dont get on.
Ah moot, how fitting a meatphor. Burn bright my friend, but never so bright you cannot rise again, eh?
I have a new job, a new phonex, and it devours me, slowly, but surely. I have got my boss and my co-worker worried and it is only week 1! :-) I am gonna cut back soon though, because I dont have any time for school, which I need to do, regardless of sleep/eating/other optional things.
The sick thing im BEHIND on reading ALREADY! I just dont have time! I mean after attending two lectures in a day, then going to practice and then meetings and any spare time is spent chatting with residents (part fun, mostly job) I end my day at 11:30pm and then think, wait, i only had two meals today, i need another before I go to bed so I can sleep. So i eat, then I alphabetize papers to turn in tommarow, write emails and go bed at 1am.
Yeah I think this could consume me, I just dontk now if I will like it more with time or if I will "burn out" and remain ash.
Welcome to my life. Our Life. The fun never stops! -David
“A man must not be measured by what he has got, but what he is willing to go without”. So what are you going without? Sleep? That is not a luxury, like chocolat or a latte. Time off for contemplation? Thoreau certainly did not deprive himself of that; else, he would not have written anything profound. Depriving yourself of things like these is like depriving yourself of love, of charity, of friendship. Thoreau carefully chose WHAT to deprive himself of, so he could add other things into his life. You are merely trying to stuff your day full of activity as a way of avoiding what he sought. I must ask what lies at the end of it all. In your last moments before death, are you to look back on a life spent rushing about, and think of it as well-lived because of its busyness, because of the quantity of things it contained, because it left little time for leisure and contemplation? I doubt Thoreau would admire that. fred
Submission Name: Devoured by a Dream
