The Observatory

By G!

Life in its definition, is a mysterious place,
The one place we observed life, was in the observatory.
As a pair of eyes can not see its own face,
Life can't be seen, if we're living in it.
To have a path in life, is an obligation,
And the observatory permits no obligations, not obliged to just it.
Hence we can no longer frequent the observatory,
When we are obliged to the direction of life.
The observatory is the eye, only the eye,
To witness life, in all its horror and glory.
We may have seen all, though done none,
Long as we are, say, protected by the observatory.
In everyone's history, we all make our stay in the observatory,
From what we see of life there, we decide our paths in life.
This stay in the observatory, though pleasant, not infinite,
Sooner than later, life beckons for our coming.
When life calls for us, hopefully we've seen much,
And sentimentally, we step down from the observatory.
We soon forget, how life looked like,
As we enter life, we only see the path,
That paves forward from us.

I wrote a lot of poems recently, it's mostly because my English teacher wants us to submit an optional 21 line-poem for the poetry unit, besides the mandatory literary paragraph. And here are the poems I wrote:
The Observatory (This one)
It Spends a Lot
A Hypothesis on Love
I'm Dreaming 
Does anyone have a suggestion as to which one I should submit for extra credit?

I'm Dreaming

By G!

I got a fast car; I'm speeding.
I hear sirens; the cops are chasing me.
I run another red light; the cops do the same.
I think; law enforcers gotta break the law to catch lawbreakers.
I laugh; it's funny how cops and robbers work.
I stomp on the gas; they just sent a chopper after me.
I put on some shades; that searchlight's distracting me.
I don't get it; how can a chopper fly so fast?
I guess it's how things always work; birds fly, and flying beats walking, running.
I light a lighter with both hands; you don't need arms to drive.
I take a drag on the lit wooden pipe; it's what cool people smoke.
I like the pipe; pipes are sophisticated (better than joints and smokes).
I turn the radio louder; it drowns out the megaphone the cops are using.
I tap my fingers to the radio's beat; no lyrics.
I honk the horn; there's nothing in my way, everything's behind me.
I'm not surprised; the cops just won't give up.
I wish someone's riding with me; I won't be that lonely.
I imagine someone riding with me; I'd have someone to talk to.
I say to my companion "where would you go?"; I haven't a clue.
I sigh; you're always alone in your dream.
I open my eyes, and I'm staring at a white ceiling...

I wrote this at 12 pm, and it might look like I wasn't thinking properly. I'm not sure I was either.

Mission: (way too) Possible

I'm having an awesome day! I have NO homework! I (do) have a few projects to do but heck with all that! Tonight I'm watching Mission: Impossible 1 and 2, (old movies in the days when Tome Cruise made some great movies too), and I'm saving (or leaving) work for later on (Mission: Impossible is more important). You might call me a procrastinator, but have you seen Mission: Impossible?

I'm about to do rework on a short story I wrote a long time ago. I have finally decided upon some way to approach the editing, now all I need is the how. The problem is: I need to write a first-person narrative that makes "I geted into the car" sound intelligent and not like it was said by a sped who's still learning English. If you've read A Clockwork Orange, you might understand what I mean. I have to create a new version of English that isn't called dumb-speak, and so far I haven't found the intelligence capacity to undertake such a task successfully...yet, I hope.
Any suggestion is helpful; how about if I crack open a thick dictionary (and thesaurus) and try to use every five-syllable adjective I can find? Will that prove the protagonist in my story is not dumb, but only communicating differently?

It Spends a Lot

By G!

It spends little time, to take out your wallet,

And give the hobo on the street, some loose change.

But it takes only three seconds, to walk just by not looking,

And keep your damn loose change.

It spends seconds, to stand aside for some time,

Let the old lady enter the bus, before you do.

Though it takes two seconds, to rush before the lady,

And take the last seat on the bus for yourself.

It spends minutes, in a small conversation,

To explain to the new guy, who to go to, what to do.

Yet it takes no time at all; to not say a word,

Independently, let the newbie figure it out.

It spends a moment, standing still,

To hear the unknown artist, in the subway station,

Still, it takes no time, to carry on by,

And brush off the music among busy footsteps.

It spends a while, to do another's favor,

A blind favor; an unpaid for favor;

Is the other taking advantage of your good nature?

Forget it, worse to spend than let doubt hold it back.

It spends a lot to do these things; 

The worst solution: don’t spend.

Poetry

I rarely write poetry, but this is one of those cheesy times when I got something I just have to write down, here goes (and it rhymes too! I can rarely make a poem rhyme so this is a rarity):

A Hypothesis on Love

Being in love feels great,

The feelings are first-rate.

I don’t want to be anywhere,

But with my love right here.

You can call me cheesy,

That love’s easy-peasey.

Well, trust me,

It’s easier for a sane man to go on a killing spree.

Love is joy; is effort,

Love is simple? Nothing of the sort!

And love is the smallest gesture,

And the greatest treasure.

The sister of love is hate,

And theirs is a common fate.

Without one another,

Love is nothing but bother.

Love is a secret best unexplained,

Let it soar, not caged insane.

If in love you try to explain,

Love will surely leave you in vain.

If you've read carefully you can tell,

I am not under love’s spell.

For here’s my attempt to explain love; I was never in love.

2012 Academy Awards

I haven't written on this blog since back when I didn't know what ttyl meant. I think it's a good place to start now with movies (I know few will read this blog, so I will simply rant on alone to my own ears and perhaps the keen ears of a few supportive others), since I'm a moviegoer. What better place to start with the movies than with one of the few TV shows I watch all year? The Academy Awards (it's on February 26th, if you're wondering)!

I started taking notice in movies since 2008, and realized since how much I love them. I haven't seen many Academy Award Ceremonies actually but I've seen many movies (especially ones that were, or should have been nominated for an Academy Award for best picture). Here are this year's best picture nominees (the first four of nine which I've seen already): The Artist, The Tree of Life, Midnight in Paris, The Descendants, War Horse, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Hugo, The Help, and Moneyball.

Good pics not nominated for best pic are Bridesmaids (I've had the great fortune of watching it on DVD, best comedy in ages!), The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Drive, Harry Potter the finale (this one I saw too, best movie in the series), and We Need to Talk About Kevin, since I haven't seen the whole lot of them, I won't make any obtusely prejudiced comments yet, though I have one thing to say about Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close getting a nomination: the critics sure aren't agreeing with the Academy Voter's decision...that movie has a 48% grade on Rotten Tomatoes for little-golden-naked-statue's sake!

That's all for now, and hope my writer's block ease and let me write! (I promised a friend to publish a short story here - a rewrite of a previous final draft - and I aim to fulfill that promise!)

Genres

By G!

A drama is a simple headliner;
An ordinary story, made extraordinary by newspaper.
A melodrama is a tabloid;
It's less accurate, but more fun.
An adventure is a boat;
Against mighty rapids and waves.
A thriller is a roller coaster;
It gets your heart racing.
A crime is a race car,
The thrill is wonder, the crash is a blunder.
A romance is a sort of sweets;
A big box of bittersweet sweets.
A horror is a nightmare;
That you pay to experience.
A war is drug;The ultimate stimulant drug.
An action is a hero;
An imagined, yearned for superhero.
A mystery/suspense is clock;
A ticking alarm, or a time bomb.
A fantasy and a sci-fi are myths;
A myth by magic and a myth by theory.
A comedy is a joke;
A lengthy, exaggerated joke.
A disaster is an adventure;
As long as it doesn't happen.
An erotic is a dream;
More realistically a wet dream.
A surrealist is another dream;
A dream we dream each in our sleep.
An absurdist is also a dream;
Few have the capacity to dream of.
A satire is a type of fungi;
They room at the root of dying trees.
A criticism is a baby's whine;
or a friend's advice, you decide.
A biographic is a hard drive,
It stores information, often true.
A historic is several hard drives;
One is not enough to contain several lives.
A tragedy is a hero's story.
A western is talked of by easterners.
A sport is a hobby watered down to drama.
A Dystopian is a pessimist.
An Utopian, even optimists can not dream of.
An experimental is a loner.
A Gothic is a melodrama in Europe.
Lastly, an epic is everything,
That soars above all of the above.