Written Worlds

My first understanding of the worlds an author can create, I suppose, came out of the previously mentioned 'Invasion' serial I wrote in the fourth grade.  I had to incorporate all of my friends, and other folks in my class, giving them roles and purposes in the defense of the Earth from aliens.

The next year, while in the library, I found a collection of Greek mythology.  I can go find the book tonight if I really wanted, because I did not return it to the library.  It was a fairly basic collection looking at with 'todays eyes', but it sparked a whole revolution in how I thought about this kind of an idea.

In the next year, I scoured the 1970s World Book encyclopedias we had in our home, cross-referencing the Greek Gods and their stories as they came up.  I was slightly hindered by the fact that we were missing the 'I' volume (apparently lent out before I was born).

After all of that, my next understanding was something that was in some ways more vast.  I was sick perhaps, but I remember being in my grandmother's bedroom, and watching a VHS copy of The Empire Strikes Back.

The 'Star Wars Universe' in the 90s was ridiculously massive.

And my interest in it would grow, explode, and deflate.

And will be discussed in my next entry...

Hello, I want to write things

Hello,

I want to write things, but I am still not sure how or if I want to share them with other people.

I have been a songwriter for the last ten years, but through the various guises and personas I have gone under I have not found the right way to do that.

I have written all of my life.  As a youth they were science fiction, fantasy stories.  One notable story involved me and my elementary school friends surviving and defending against an alien invasion.  I remember it being a quite popular serial in the 3rd or 4th grade.

In middle school I followed the lead of a friend's older brother and started a geocities web site, where I wrote 'humor' articles, excoriating the things I hated about the people I went to school with.  This actually came to the attention of parents and the school.  This resulted in me losing my access to the Internet for a few months,  and awkward meetings with the principal where I cried.

In high school I started a 'log' (independently because I did not want to join a 'service'), and then a livejournal.  I wrote what I thought were insightful and interesting accounts of my teenage misadventures in love, friendship, and the like.  Again, I feel like some sort of a following grew out of this.

In college, as many people do, I started a new persona.  At times I did post back on what happened, but sporadically, and when I felt the past coming in on me.

Right here....I have purposefully left out a lot.


Describing my music would be more than this length.


I received an amount of attention that I could function with while in school.


Now that I am a 25 year old individual, I have found that Twitter, and in most cases, Twitter through Facebook, does not at all satisfy my creative impulses.

So I think I am going to try to write in longform ( from the perspective of our age) on this blog..l

Pick-Up

Extended breaks. Extending brakes.

How words say things.

The time is off.

The numbers are wrong.
that is all/

names are big things

names are big things, always have been

thats how it is with everything, people soon forget

we've all been doing this for a bit

its just more and faster now

harder, better, faster, stronger

with everything that each of those words mean

because words are big too

but dont forget, words are only part of it

world war world war, i dont wanna fight it

conflict breeds criticism

live begets conflict

we all just wanna talk about how we feel about things

not what it is but what we are

what was your favorite part?

an explanation?

Regularly sceduled programming?

Why stick to an outdated method, we're all beyond that now aren't we.

Music?

I like it, I'll tell you what I like.

Politics?

I'm currently a Political Science major, go figure. I'll let you know what happens with that.

Film?

The mere fact that I used the word film should imply enough.

Tone?

Detached, ironic, postmodern. You know, today's jive.

We'll see how this goes...

the way we get by

Good evening sirs and madams.

Tonight we have a very important matter to discuss, whether or not there can be an important matter, or failing that if there even is any important matter in the universe at all.

Just think about how absurd we all are.

Discuss among yourselves.

Self-awareness

We never have a way of knowing
Just how fast or slow we’re truly going
Trying to remain true in a world of lies.
The husband stutters, his wife then sighs.

I see the soldiers; I see their precision.
Yet I’m rife with doubt for this decision.
The fish swim through the water, not knowing the surface.
We swim through the world and think there’s a difference.

I train my eyes to see the subtle differences between black and white.
I train my mind to do the same for wrong and right.
The clock on the wall says it’s 5:15
It only matters if you are seen

When repression is the method of madness.
It’s only the discovery that brings sadness.
Beware the ones who speak the most
They are the ones who live with ghosts.