Showing posts with label Billy Collins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Collins. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Randism


I am feeling quite disappointed. I can't bare not having followers of "Poetry:Sound." I might just delete it, and whenever I want to post a poem, I'll post it on here. *sigh* I'm so busy I'm not busy. Writer's Block is my enemy yet it never leaves me like a friend.

I began to realize I am in love with Alice Liddell again.

I also found out who has been talking through my mouth. I may make a new blog just to talk about the one topic of "Randism." But if I did, I would have to talk about relgion and politics (which I am very good at). I just don't think I can. But I'll sum up "Randism." Randism is the opposite of communism, in a sense. It really isn't a government style. It is the belief in "objectiveism." Every man's conscious is his essence and every man has his own choice and duty to himself. It is the opposite of egoism, still. It is individualism. The owner of the title is Ayn Rand, who I've talked about before. Only a couple days ago did I watch a movie about her. She changed me like AFI and Billy Collins and The Book Thief did. She holds the essence of what my soul may look like. The problem is, she is dead. Another problem.

She already changed some of the world and now the world is too advanced for me to change. I might have cried when I thought that had I not been in the presence of people.
About "The Interview" in the last blog. I am interviewing a real person. I feel terribly awful about it, actually. I feel as though the Block is asking the questions for me, when I should already know the answer. The next interview is tomorrow, none the less. It really depends what time "he" arrives, though. It hasn't been planned. I'm just going to walk up and say something to instigate is corrupt thinking. He keeps asking for my URL. Do you think I should give it to him?

Look up Ayn Rand.

And that's all?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Vade Mecum

Simple.

"There is nothing more dreamy than the life of a writer who has early exhausted himself." -M. E. Lewes.


Who? I actually do not know who that is. An author, a certain essay implied. Lol. I should stop reading other people's papers. But it did strike a tone with me. I am young, so am I doomed to exhaust my writing?


HELL NO. Today is a fitting day to write this, I think. The weather is beautiful, AFI is playing, and I'm content. (Today that is).

Now I am questioned, "Who are you?" Just call me Red. I am a poet and hope to change all of the literary world. I may be young, but I do not care. The world is going to be what I make it, and the world I know is in a notebook.

For good measure I'll say one of the best poems ever:
Vade Mecum by Billy Collins
I want the scissors to be sharp
and the table to be perfectly level
when you cut me out of my life
and paste me in that book you always carry.

And that, Reader, is not only me "speaking" (you can cut me out of my life and remember me; ex.), but it is also me the one who is cutting up a poet's life. (I always carry a notebook; I put pictures and many a thing in it; ex.).

Enjoy.
-RED