I’ve been wanting to write for awhile now. Like, really write. I’ve thought about writing about how my personal life was going but every time I start to think about it I ask myself, Is this really interesting? Does anyone really give a fuck? And ultimately I decide, No…no one really gives a fuck. So I try to think of something more creative. Last night at work, I had this poem going through my head the entire time I was closing, it was called West Coast Girls and it was fucking flowing. Flowing. Like my mind was coming up with the next line as soon as the first one finished. I imagined it as a spoken word poem…a beat poem…which I’ve never really attempted before. I only wrote a little bit at work but lets see if I can get the pacing to express it…the original first.
I started writing this…
At work.
It really blows when the words begin to erupt out of my brain but I can’t put them to paper.
Instead…
I have a handful of shrimp.
I’ve never read my poetry out loud but I imagine it read out loud. Poetry expressed. Not read in
Silent
Contemplation
(slow) I started writing this...
(slower) At work.
(fast) It really (stressed)blows(/stressed) when the words begin to erupt (stressed and staccato)out of my (emphasis on “my”) brain(/stressed) but I can’t put them to paper.
(pause)
(slower) Instead… (kind of a questioning sound)
(slow) I have a handful of shrimp. (enunciate the P of shrimp)
(fast)I’ve never read my poetry (stressed)out loud(/stressed) but I imagine it read out loud. Poetry expressed (enunciate the D of expressed), not read in
(slow)Silent
(slower and enunciating syllables)contemplation.
Did that make any fucking sense? Meh…What happened you ask? Well, as soon as I clocked off, got home, and took a shower, it was gone. I did write a poem about GOD, as a challenge issued by a coworker, but I will not be sharing that one with you. I can tell you I wrote 40 lines in 5 minutes.
So my point…fuckheads…is what WOULD you like to hear about? What do you enjoy reading on here? Is it the personal stuff? The movie reviews? The book reviews? The random lists? I find it rather sad that my most read blog is hit by the keyword “Damn Perverts” and pictures of underage actresses. *sigh* I’ve said before, I write better when presented with a challenge.
Anyway, back to the Sexy Beasts bitches. We are on the next to final round…only one more to go:
FINAL ROUND (ok, next to final round. I really just felt like saying that)...READY?...FIGHT!
The Men
Eric Northman (Alexander Skarsgard)
VS
Dracula (Gary Oldman)
The Ladies
Leeloo (Milla Jovovich)
VS
Jean Grey (Famke Janssen)
Do you need a cheat sheet again? Tough shit I'm not giving you one. If you really can't remember 4 names...you need to go back to school. NOW VOTE!
Dude, it's Northman and Leelo, EASILY.
ReplyDeleteWrite whatever you please, sir. I'll read it.
ReplyDeleteEric and Leeloo, for sure. Anon speaks truly, for once.
ReplyDeleteOMG, that first one is REALLY HARD. No pun intended. Maybe a little intended. Fine, thoroughly intended. ANYway. Eric or Drac?! Oh, man. If ever there was an appropriate time for a good "WHY can't it be BOTH?!" I'll have to come back to this one.
ReplyDeleteAs for the ladies... definitely Leeloo. Huh. Who knew that would be so easy?
So. Back to the gentlemen. *sigh* Well, I suppose if I have to pick one, it would be Eric. I think that might only be because he's the one I'm currently most interested in boning, though. OK. Eric Northman it is.
P.S. that poem is AWESOME. And have you considered carrying a voice recorder around with you so that you can get things "down" (sort of) without having to stop what you're doing and find a pen and a piece of paper? I think that would specifically work very well in a case like this.