Social Disorder

Hello, fellow troublemaker! I hear you wish to cause disorder without doing anything one could task you with. Such difficulty! Through our program's superior search and observation methods we have found the perfect solution for the domesticated pest. Just follow these simple steps and see what chaos unfolds!

1. Find a class in which serious people attend. Academic settings are recommended, but not required.
2. Sit in one place the first day of class.
3. Observe where other people sit and pick out the most annoying ones.
4. Next day pick an entirely different seat where someone you'd enjoy annoying sat.
5. Enjoy the entirely free entertainment of having people scramble for chairs and have to re-arrange their lives due to your genius chair displacement.

Viva la disorder!

Oh, the world is ugly?

Sunlight streaming
Eighty degrees
Mouth opening
Words away

Nothing like a totally spur-of-the-moment poem to introduce another poem! Here is a favorite from my readings in poetry class. Keep in mind that the author is being sarcastic about how people think that the world is ugly.

Gubbinal

That strange flower, the sun,

Is just what you say.

Have it your way.

The world is ugly

And the people are sad.

That tuft of jungle feathers,

That animal eye,

 Is just what you say.

That savage fire,

That seed,

Have it your way.

The world is ugly

And the people are sad.

By Wallace Stevens (1879-1955). Taken from Writing Poems, Eighth Edition by Michelle Boisseau, Hadara Bar-Nadav, and Robert Wallace (pg 13-4).

So Maybe Life Is Sparta

One of my fellow deep-thinkers wrote this blog post on comradeship. What could be more fitting?! A friend writing about friendship! SHOUT OUT. This Is Sparta

At The Witching Hour I Contemplate Hope

Vines have snagged me
Evils have trespassed me
alas! if not for hope the world would perish
Vices have ruled me
Passions have corrupted me
Darke moons turned red by the blood of all they've seen
Scars have marked me
Errors left their stain
Battlewounds obtained in places of peace to remind me
Trust has misused me
Fools have satisficed themselves with me
Blind aspirations lead me as leprechauns toward unexistential treasure
Dawn has surprised me
Silence has inspired me
Enchantment so intertwined with dark struggles free
Hearts have righted
Souls have soared
Antiquated principles imbed to create the narrow anew
Old disfigurements hold fast
History engraved in flesh and bone
Hope ever reigns a dastardly foe and an avenging conquerer