Here's another one I wrote in my St. Louis days, daydreaming during a class. Goes to show what results not paying attention can yield. I was experimenting a bit with different registers, clumsily I might add. I guess that eventually I'll be forced to stave off my laziness and start writing some new material for this thing. Until then...

Electromagnetic Assertion

An electromagnetic assertion
pretensions slow-wheeling
coaxed into bonafide adventure.
Unlearned compostions propel
the Mystic Continuum.
Glib, but arranged.
Massive, but flaring.
Til Spring we clamber,
in frigidity plummet
both to a groundswell
and a reservoir.
Arise a convincing pioneer.
A benefited narrator.
A quest, a configuration
achieved.

'The true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and a 1,000 magicians arise in the land'

I just finished reading Stephen King's "Eyes of the Dragon." Its strange that so far the books I've liked best by him aren't horror novels at all. This one, which is a fantasy novel, and the other one I really like "The Wasteland," which is a western novel.

Its usually a bad sign if a fantasy novel (or any novel really) has the word 'dragon' in the title. Despite being a little poor on the writing side, this one is quite a page-turner and has a pretty good ending that teaches the value of good manners. The plot makes a point to take unexpected turns on the archetypal fantasy/fairy tale formula, the biggest of which is the Hero slaying the dragon in the first chapter of the epic. The true struggle for the Hero becomes raising his two sons, the protagonists of the story. The true villain is Flagg, the court magician and King's Counselor. The dude is sinister. And sinister in that cold, calculating sort of way. Scheming and manipulative. Creepy.

The book references a line from a Stephen Crane poem that I later looked up. Nothing to do with the book, really. Just thought I'd throw it out there.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

To commence my glorious return to blogging!!! I wrote this in a rush for my creative writing class the day of... ironic that it turned out to be one of the best I would turn in.

Saturday Sun, 7:15 (A Day of Rest)

An exchange of smiles
A setting sun
A herd of chimneys
The smell of a funeral
A whisper of fire
A flicker of sparrows
A garden of shadows
I pass each day.

Very Strange...

Does anyone else find this slightly disturbing?

X-Mas Break

The last X-mas break of my college career ended just as quickly as all the rest, but perhaps it ended a little more memorably. It started off terribly with the drive to T-Town. 44 was jam-packed because of the ice and there were a few accidents. The 6-hour trip this time took about 11 hours. But it was all well and good and I honestly doubt that I missed anything. Sometimes a long car drive to clear my head can be just what the doctor ordered especially after a nasty beast of a finals week. I ended up staying at Chloe's apartment for the break and it actually worked out really well with her futon and pull-out couch. I must admit the first week or so of the break I turned into quite a slob. Chloe would work all day and I would stay home and read, watch movies, or mess around on the internet. Those of you who noticed that I recently joined myspace, don't think that it was out of some desire to be social. That was all just simple boredom. But once Joseph and Soren got into town things started to pick up. My nights with Chloe were always fun. We would usually eat Taco Bell (or Bueno for those T-Towners who catch the reference) or something, bring it back to the apartment and watch a movie sometimes tipping back a few girly drinks during the meal (for those of you who are quietly judging me, beer in Oklahoma is more expensive and is only 3-point, which is why I can never bring myself to but it). For some strange reason my family wanted to spend Christmas in a bed and breakfast in this dinky little town of 13 people called Blue Eye, MO. It ended up being extremely relaxing despite the fact that the thermostat in the house didn't seem to work. But then again there is something relaxing about having an excuse to wear a sweater all day long. The other guest in the house was this crazy British guy who said "bollocks" any chance he got, which is pretty sweet. But the undeniably strange thing about him was that he was liable to puke spontaneously at any moment's notice despite not having any symptoms of an actual illness. The funny thing is that he got into a little tiff during dinner with my parents one night after getting completely hammered. Then he decided to make things even more interesting by sabotaging our game of balderdash afterwards. Either he was too drunk to follow the rules of the game or he was simply in the mood to play his own sort of game which seemed to blend the rules of balderdash with charades, clue and jeopardy. When I got back Soren, Joseph and I took a trip to the Land to camp for awhile. Although Soren's brother, who still occassionally goes by his old nickname ''antichrist,'' came along, it was definitely one of the highlights of the break. We played some hackey sack and frisbee, drank some beer together for the first time ever, cooked some bratwurst, and shot a few guns. What more could an ex-undercover Hippy ask for? The other highlight of the break was watching Phantom of the Opera non-stop for about a week. Ok, the real highlight was probably singing Phantom of the Opera songs all day and seeing how angry Chloe would get. After a fairly uneventful New Year's, Soren left town so me and Joseph started hanging out a lot more. We usually spent our time working out, playing chess, reminiscing, or talking about an excrutiating range of topics. We also smoked cigars with Brian a few times and talked movies with Jared who is actually expected to be married sometime in the Summer. That seems to be becoming a trend. Another trend I'd say is the book officially closing with almost all of my acquaintances from high school, which is kind of sad when I think about it.
For some reason, even though nothing really all that exciting happened, I felt saddened when the break came around and I usually don't. I'm not sure why, but for some reason it felt like the end of an era. I guess only time will tell.