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    dots Submission Name: The Epic Poem (Holy Frustrations) dots
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    Author: Guernica
    ASL Info:    17/male
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    The Epic Poem (Holy Frustrations)

    Most of my friends are callous and they need to be.
    Most of my family's idealistic and they need that, too.
    And if he's got a baby, he'll become a man,
    And if he's got a woman, he'll become a man.
    And if I fail to grasp the truth
    I'll be sordidly lost in holy frustrations.

    But my identity's not something I can borrow, bend, or give away
    And I won't stay on the East,
    in it's shallow haughtiness and earth-staked tradition,
    probably not. Then I think
    "Well, the West is no better. It's been sun-kissed and left out too long."
    And the Middle's just the inbetween. Where you are when you're going somewhere else.

    I guess that leaves me at a loss. Of words and ideas and ambitions.

    The world's depressing. I'd like to be able to throw something heavy at it.

    But I'm told I should just wake up and get out of my bubble. My bubble?
    I'm trying to live life as openly as possible and now apparently I've failed.

    I'll live in the West though because it's easy. Cheap and easy and quick.
    It'll take five or so minutes, clenching my eyes shut while it scares me and feels good at the same time. And now I've lost track of what I was talking about.

    But you've got to have direction. Well, I'm not getting hard over making money and I'm not getting hard over love. So there's that. Do what you love but what if what you love is not a feasible career?

    You'll find a way, the optimists say.
    Don't think so hard about it, the pessimists call back.
    And it's a tie. Do you flip a coin or just forget about it?

    "You live!" is what they say when they haven't. The only way to learn about something is by ignoring it when you were young.

    At least that's what I'm taking away from this thing. I think I'll call it "visceral living".

    Yeah. That sounds good and conclusive. This hasn't got any answers and maybe one or two questions at most.

    All in all, I am trying very hard to be demented and I think I am really just sad.




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      I don't distinctly remember what has gone under the bridge between us but in spite of that I will write my thoughts about this piece..

    This is the kind of thing, opposed to the first comment, I have a distaste for writing. I do it so very much, yet I persistently want something else... whine whine whine. Tear.

    A methodically logical rant, that against life and society, against humanity and conformity. I am indubiously frustrated at many of these things myself, and to be overly honest, I used to be pessimistic like a phallus before because of it. I'd wake up every morning wondering what vice would be coming my way today... Thinking about the children in africa too stuck in their pathetic barren ghettos to become educated and become "something" (though I say that on behalf of our judgmental society). That or the [censored] spearheading our democracy as if it were some kind of anti-socialist capitalistic country. What the hell ever happened to the Geneva convention, to the Kyoto Protocol... to doing things because it was RIGHT.. not because it's easier or whimsically pleasing. Religions are allowed to be a part of our country but democracy itself is slowly secularizing religion... We are so politically correct that it's okay to not do what's right if it means doing what you want. It's okay to have a racist opinion, as long as nobody who's stigmatized in your eyes knows it. It's encouraged to be hypocritical in the work place; they call it professionalism. It's disrespectful to have long hair if you're a guy. You're an [censored] for dressing peculiar ways because it's rebellious. I get squelched at school for wearing a shirt that says Screw fashion.

    My dream job is being a professional vagabond.. but that isn't much possible is it now? You HAVE to finish high school and your Ph.D. at university.
    To this line:
    "The world's depressing. I'd like to be able to throw something heavy at it."
    I say... Throw yourself and your mind at it. The world being depressing is only perception. One can be aware of all the flaws and chose to see the simple beauties notwithstanding ignorance; while being aware. Being wise is being able to see the truth, being strong is facing it [with a smile] (my personal motto.)

    It's true though, Nietzsche I think it was said that humanity is envious of animals for being unaware of their past. Why? They aren't aware of themselves in their fallacy, so to them it's about enjoying the current moment and just looking forward. We inherently look onto our flaws by knowing our past, we inherit sadness by being aware of vices. So what's better? Being aware of our rough corners and being sad, or just all around being unaware. You'd think that with unawareness comes blissful joy.. but that's not true.. because they aren't aware enough of their "blissfulness" to be able to appreciate it. Kant on the other hand (my favorite romantic philosopher) says that in spite of all flaws... We have no factual proof that improvement isn't possible, that living in utter peace without war isn't possible. Our history can only say it's not likely..

    His hope, like yours... should be a tool... a fighting tool. Youth nowadays isn't ready to face such harsh realities, but are bred into it anyways. We are told to have an opinion, and to always be curious.. yet at that same place where they teach you that, you must learn to please the teacher, to conform to what HE wants... to think outside the box, inside the limits of acceptance. What kind of a freaking hypocrisy cycle is that? Learn to stand up, just don't do it in my class!

    Be happy that you are aware, instead of being oblivious... and smile for hope's sake - not humanity.

    I don't know if any of this much matters to you... but I had to say it anyways.

    Prom.
    | Posted on 2007-09-09 00:00:00 | by Outlaw | [ Reply to This ]
      I once knew this very young nymphomaniac girl that lived in a VERY strict catholic household. I shouldn't tell a 16 year old these things, but, you're clearly beyond your years. She couldn't satiate her desires, nor could she live with herself, knowing that she was forsaking her god. So, one day she decided to end the struggle in herself. It was the struggle that killed her, not the razor blade. I knew her well. The town slut, the pain in the ass daughter, the worthless little b.itch, and I loved her. I loved her beauty, because she was nothing less. I think your writing is a bit confusing, but that's because it needs to be, understand? You really put yourself out there and you don't bull.[censored] around about it. I find that very honorable. I'm not really of any stature as a writer or even a human to critique things like this. Just know that "I feel ya." I think if that girl I mentioned would have had someone to really relate to, things would have been very different for her. Anyway, this struck a nerve. Thanks for that.
    | Posted on 2007-07-06 00:00:00 | by carcasstender | [ Reply to This ]
      i like how you write but at the same time it makes me mad because its how i want to write and then i get tons of comments from people who want so bad to know exactly what im talking about and i get all this bull[censored] praise and then i read this and i get mad because why am i the first person to comment here? its [censored] because i get really close to thinking that maybe i actually deserve the absurd amounts of comments anf stuff that i get especially considering i rarely comment back and then i read this and im like "uhh nope jack you deserve not [censored]".. argh. im talking like i know you which is really just a habit of mine so sorry about that. faking familiarity and all that.
    | Posted on 2007-04-15 00:00:00 | by EEKS | [ Reply to This ]


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