April 2012
47 posts
Mini Saga for the Asking.
Do I sit in your shadow? Yes. Do I claw at it? No. Shadows and People. I’ll sit happy in your shadow. Forget me there.
Thoughts on Poe and Mental Extremes.
Dying in a gutter at the age of 40, Edgar Allan Poe was a raging alcoholic and a psychotic writer. What he did do, however, was advocate the first American Gothicism, and tap into the darkest of the human experience.
In most of his tales, he identifies how the individual is so often responsible for their own demise. Indeed, we see in “The Black Cat” the voices own paranoia destroying...
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I really can’t wait to get back home. However, I do forget the amazing people I live with sometimes. Coming out of my room because I’m having trouble defining an idea, and having someone else define it. Coming out of my room to help a friend with their Wilde essay, and being called an ‘inspiration’. We help eachother, and theres something very rewarding about the creativity...
I’ve been sat here feeling melancholy about my birthday, when my friend Logie comes on our community TeamSpeak, letting us know of the hiatus he’s going to take due to his wife leaving him for another man, leaving him with three kids.
You’re 19 soon James, but by hell have you got a lot to learn.
- FbW.
WatchA review of the book “Jason Donovan: Between the Lines”.
- FbW.
In the morning, I’ll be returning to uni.
This semester is going to be the hardest academically, and emotionally, yet it is the shortest.
I just want to make the best moments ever with fantastic people whose company I enjoy. I feel a certain sense of sadness going back; leaving behind an uncertain stasis of melancholy. It is however, what must happen.
I hope I can be alright. I hope I can...
"Family Strong" Loss...
So I just finished watching the latest upload to the ‘minecraftwb’ channel. I’m basically subscribed to it simply because it’s a handy reminder of when updates are happening, and other alerts.
However, one particular video caught my eye: a tribute to the unfortunate passing of their 2 year old son 7 years ago on the 2nd April. Obviously this is an abhorrent tragedy, and...
Gulf.
The spaces between us,
Gulfs across oceans of sweeping mass,
Huge, crashing, demolishing space: conflicts and erases us.
Bridge to me, oh gulf dweller,
Please make me understand.
I’ll cut the ties, scrap the lies, pause the tides
of adoration.
Admittance.
I’m often apprehensive, but this week I really, truly am. Lots to do, most of which I’m not sure about doing. Got to see a child and discuss speech with him, got to go to the dentist, to the Doctors.
However, it could herald a new start for me. It’s definitely getting harder and harder to hide the fact that I may be depressed. It’s scaring me because before, when I was...
