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I’ve done it again!

I was busy.

I had no time.

I could have been doing countless other things.

I should have been working.

I said I wasn’t going to.

Throw it all out.

I’ve done it.

It’s different.

Yet the same.

Thoughts?

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Came across Last.fm because one morning I had a great Idea. “How ’bout a community website, where people can upload music and share them?” I thought to myself.

Shortly after looking around I raised my fist in the air “Damn you!” Not only has this been done, it’s been done very well. So well in fact, that not shortly after, I made the biggest compliment. I gave money; not because someone called me begging, but because I felt it was a worthy cause.

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I knew that they were making progress with interactive navigation for computers, but this is mesmerizing

Some call it bastardization; some call it social degradation. I call it evolution. Today I was reading an article about the internet savvy Chinese. They have adapted various puns when on the internet. Take ‘88′, to us english speaking crackers it’s just a number; even to the formal trained linguist of the orient, it’s a number. But not for the text messengers. It turns out ‘8′ is pronounced ba. So put two 8’s together and you get ba-ba. Sounds a lot like inky or winky ( or what-ever the tele-tubbies names are) say good-bye right before jumping down their trippy little rabbit hole.

I say good on them. It’s like vulgar language of the 60’s and like the ‘n’ word for Dave Chappelle and rap. It’s evolution, it’s word play. There has always been a verbal and written language. Take a look at Carmina Burana. A bunch of young teens writing in the formal written verse about sex and drugs and alcohol (Gasp!) ? And Shakespeare inventing words that are still used to this day, oh my!

People need to play with language, they need to experiment and try new things. Hell english alone is one of the choppiest, band-aide languages out their. And it’s evolving. And just because people are using it in internet slang doesn’t mean it will end up being formal. Do you think for a moment that the common folk of the late 1500’s - early 1600’s actually spoke like the play’s? No…but they understood, just like we do now. So I say good for them, and good for all of those out there that are pioneers and play with words.

The other day in The Chrysalis, we covered off a topic Dari like to call Breaking The Silence. It’s a very personal thing but ultimately the message is this: As you grow up and learn and absorb you take in cues either directly from things like verbal teachings or more indirectly from things like social observations. These cues tell you what you can and cannot talk about. Of course everyone has their own person things that they “can’t” talk about. However, if you ever want to be a creative individual you can’t stop. It might never go away completely, after all psychological conditioning isn’t something that goes away completely, but what you can do, is recognize it so that you can move past it. Creative people can’t have a border around their creativity just like wild animals with fences aren’t wild anymore.

For me, while we were going through the exercise I was reminded of a story about “The King of Togo Togo” ( I’m still trying to find a copy somewhere ). At first glance it’s a wonderful harmless story. The idea is that everything is alive, even grass is a good one, and one I truly relate to. But when looking at it in context of this, it makes you think. I know I have topics that I just don’t talk about. I won’t talk about. I don’t share, and I keep locked away deep inside. Is this lesson that “each blade of grass whispered to the other” teaching that there is no real place of solitude and one can confide in? Does it teach that rather then venting, one should just never speak? Did the story actually have an impact on me so much that my SIlence is a verbal one?

Of course, all these questions can’t all be answered in one blog post, but they are things to wonder. I really do wonder the implication the lessons of “silence” had on me. The funnier thing is most of them I sought out myself. But I guess now is the time I need to really evaluate the lessons I’ve learned and do a good spring cleaning on them, so that I can completely Break the Silence.

Wake up caged amungst the lost
Walking through their world
Look at the posters pointing
The way not traveled has
been traveled too much

This world rich with illusion
You think you’re found
You think it’s wise
To walk amongst the found
is not travelling at all

On a pedestal looking up
In your caged Freedom
I’m alive and drentched in
the lonely
The Lonely we are

Kateri wraps in tight
Holds with might
She’s just fine don’t
mind the sight

Kateri’s got her quill
it’s her thrill
hematic pill
grisly thrill

Tounge on tounge on
Cheek to cheek
Dripping with mataphors and
    thoughts; ideas
With Intensity
of sweat flying from
Boxers Face
Hit with the glove of
Inspiration

Today I’ll portray a God
Ganesh with arms & tusk wide
Grasping tight
In trunk a soul
In hand the sky holding
Over another with the world
Leaving 2
2 alone to do things daily
Cleaning, dressing, eating
2 alone with no guarded task
No mission
Today I’ll portray a Man

I don’t know who they are, but I’m sending out a nice thank you to the 3 people who thought my collection of poems were good enough to purchase. Sure it’s been a couple of months scince I submitted 4 copies, but concidering the competition on the shelves I’m pretty stoked about that. So to the universe I scream, thank you!

sample

I have a thought that’s purple
Well, it’s more purple with orange swirls
It’s kinda Happy
It’s kinda Angry
It’s like daisies in the spring
and Bears in the winter