*Oh god i'm so glad you left. i'm sure this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Euphoria's still bubbling deep within me. My only fear is that i'll get so high above my books i'll forget to study for the remaining exams. and THEN what use will Paper 1 be?
I must remember Paper 1 isn't everything.
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
"you're self-absorbed" they say to him
That's the constant tale they tell.
Wondering, pondering, "could it be true?"
He crawls so deep into his shell.
Irony, and bitter truth.
You turn so quick, then look away
and i barely catch
your eyes, so deep, with their perennial twinkle.
enchanted, i am spellbound
a bird in a cobra's gaze,
Dying inside, my soul slain, i wither away.
The memories of yesteryear steal softly in
and finding a place to settle, they stay
rose petals falling gently on a deep forest pool.
I'm reminding myself that in order to create, you must be able to destroy, for Yes, i am winding myself up for the third instalment of:
SLAUGHTERHOUSE: ZEPHYR
This shall be brutal, bloody, and far from your average Russian ballet. This is the Holocaust for the writers of Zephyr, although many are they who would cringe at such a dignified term being applied here. Nevertheless, "Turn the other cheek" and be gracious - but my advice to you is, dont turn another page of the publication :)
The only difference is that MY Holocaust is entirely justified. Of course, a case could be made that Hitler would have said the exact same thing, and that I am merely an egomaniac, bent on slaying those who i feel to be at odds with my world view. But i am not the one to make it.
Hariharan's "Love You Forever".
(I've assumed Hariharan is male. I'm bad with names.)
For the life of me, i honestly cant decipher the meaning of this poem. is it:
A) A girl losing her virginity (in which case Hariharan's had some interesting experiences)
B) A man killing a woman he loves (in which case Hariharan may have had some interesting experiences)
C) A man fucking a corpse - necrophilia, a strangely beautiful word. (In which case Hariharan has had some.......disturbing exeperiences) or
D) Aliens, having abducted a woman, are having problems with their invasive procedures (Alright by this point i think we all know Hariharan's been doing hallucinogens)
Trust me, (D) isn't as far-fetched as it may sound. In fact, its a lot more believable than the absolute GARBAGE that Tang Chee Seng's suppose sci-fi work. But that's not my current victim.
My first problem - and there are many - with this poem is the way the "poet" (ooooh the sarcasm) continually strives to fulfill some perverse rhyming agenda, presumably because he thinks this is beneficial to his work. Discerning and widely read ones amongst you will know exactly what i am driving at. As to WHY he would possibly think that.........Only the Lord knows, and He doesn't tell us, knowing in His divine wisdom that our healthcare services are strained enough as they are.
"A smile crossed your radiant face/It's time to start the chase." Aside from the inadequacies i perceive in the mangled pulse here, there's plenty to talk about. Yes, face and chase do rhyme. and bravo for that. However, i feel this is a prime example of what i'm talking about - there's a desperate need to rhyme evident here. "Chase" seems to have been thrown in merely because "place", "space" and "mace" wouldnt have worked. (Admittedly, i would have forgiven the rest of the poem if a battle implement of medieval Europe was successfully woven in here. that's "mace", by the way). It bears no detectable relation to ANYTHING else in the play, as there is nothing even close to a chase mentioned throughout. Observe: the action moves straight from what i presume is the dinner table or lounge room (because of "You sip your wine/You take your time." which is another fine example. Of course she sips the wine slowly. "take your time" is really unnecessary here. nononono, she doesnt drink her wine slowly. SHE POURS IT STRAIGHT DOWN HER GULLET LIKE A DEPRAVED VIKING, AND THEN GRABS THE BOTTLE RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HAND) to the bedroom without any mention of other activity. so where, then, does this "chase" occur? DO THEY RUN OUT INTO THE STREETS, DO A COUPLE OF FIFTY MILE LAPS WHILE RUNNING AFTER EACH OTHER AND THEN GO TO THE BEDROOM?
I don't know, i dont think so. but maybe that's just me.
So you see, there's a fairly substantial case that "Chase" was thrown in solely because Hariharan wanted a word that would rhyme with "face".
(Although a possibility has occured to me: Perhaps the idea is that the entire courtship between (what i am fervently assuming to be) the male and female seen here takes place between the place of wine-consumption and the bedroom. in which case Hariharan's next endeavour should be to write a guidebook on seduction, coz HE obviously thinks its possible!)
Of course this face chase fiasco is but a part of the larger tragedy that is "Love You Forever". but time is limited, so i shall turn, lastly, to the last two verses:
Your crimson stains
Leave me in pain.
Your lifeless eyes stare at me,
Waiting for your fate to be.
Carrying you downstairs,
Urging you to meet the rest,
One last passionate kiss,
Before I leave you to rest in peace.
Firstly, the "lifeless eyes" somehow express (lifelessly, i'm sure) that the departed-soul-that-used-to-exist-behind-said-eyes was waiting for her fate. She must have some pretty nifty contacts with teeny tiny text, that's all i'm saying.
Now "lifeless eyes" would imply death, correct? Thus when the central character carries this person of the void orbs downstairs, he is, in fact, carrying a corpse, no? So the "one last passionate kiss" supports the idea of necrophilia. (In which case this guy must have had some pretty incredible wires earlier in the poem, to make a corpse drink wine) The most disturbing part for me, though, is that after this engagement with the deceased, this man then "leave[s] [the body] to rest in peace" with no mention of leaving the house. As far as the information given is concerned, THE BODY STAYS IN THE HOUSE.
THIS POEM FEATURES A MAN WHO HAS A DEAD BODY, PRESUMABLY ROTTING, IN HIS DOWNSTAIRS LIVING QUARTERS.
Obviously not everything i've said here is to be taken seriously. It's my hope, though, that you, my (by now probably incensed) readers, will understand my true meaning behind some of the humour here. I honestly feel that this poem is contrived, fake, and substancesless.
* * * * * * * * * * *
the world's end approaches, the skies boiling over
Thor's bolts flash all 'cross the sky
you stand stricken, just screaming, while your heart's gripped by ice
as you realise you dont want to die.
Euphoria's still bubbling deep within me. My only fear is that i'll get so high above my books i'll forget to study for the remaining exams. and THEN what use will Paper 1 be?
I must remember Paper 1 isn't everything.
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
ImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverythingImustrememberPaper1isn'teverything
"you're self-absorbed" they say to him
That's the constant tale they tell.
Wondering, pondering, "could it be true?"
He crawls so deep into his shell.
Irony, and bitter truth.
You turn so quick, then look away
and i barely catch
your eyes, so deep, with their perennial twinkle.
enchanted, i am spellbound
a bird in a cobra's gaze,
Dying inside, my soul slain, i wither away.
The memories of yesteryear steal softly in
and finding a place to settle, they stay
rose petals falling gently on a deep forest pool.
I'm reminding myself that in order to create, you must be able to destroy, for Yes, i am winding myself up for the third instalment of:
SLAUGHTERHOUSE: ZEPHYR
This shall be brutal, bloody, and far from your average Russian ballet. This is the Holocaust for the writers of Zephyr, although many are they who would cringe at such a dignified term being applied here. Nevertheless, "Turn the other cheek" and be gracious - but my advice to you is, dont turn another page of the publication :)
The only difference is that MY Holocaust is entirely justified. Of course, a case could be made that Hitler would have said the exact same thing, and that I am merely an egomaniac, bent on slaying those who i feel to be at odds with my world view. But i am not the one to make it.
Hariharan's "Love You Forever".
(I've assumed Hariharan is male. I'm bad with names.)
For the life of me, i honestly cant decipher the meaning of this poem. is it:
A) A girl losing her virginity (in which case Hariharan's had some interesting experiences)
B) A man killing a woman he loves (in which case Hariharan may have had some interesting experiences)
C) A man fucking a corpse - necrophilia, a strangely beautiful word. (In which case Hariharan has had some.......disturbing exeperiences) or
D) Aliens, having abducted a woman, are having problems with their invasive procedures (Alright by this point i think we all know Hariharan's been doing hallucinogens)
Trust me, (D) isn't as far-fetched as it may sound. In fact, its a lot more believable than the absolute GARBAGE that Tang Chee Seng's suppose sci-fi work. But that's not my current victim.
My first problem - and there are many - with this poem is the way the "poet" (ooooh the sarcasm) continually strives to fulfill some perverse rhyming agenda, presumably because he thinks this is beneficial to his work. Discerning and widely read ones amongst you will know exactly what i am driving at. As to WHY he would possibly think that.........Only the Lord knows, and He doesn't tell us, knowing in His divine wisdom that our healthcare services are strained enough as they are.
"A smile crossed your radiant face/It's time to start the chase." Aside from the inadequacies i perceive in the mangled pulse here, there's plenty to talk about. Yes, face and chase do rhyme. and bravo for that. However, i feel this is a prime example of what i'm talking about - there's a desperate need to rhyme evident here. "Chase" seems to have been thrown in merely because "place", "space" and "mace" wouldnt have worked. (Admittedly, i would have forgiven the rest of the poem if a battle implement of medieval Europe was successfully woven in here. that's "mace", by the way). It bears no detectable relation to ANYTHING else in the play, as there is nothing even close to a chase mentioned throughout. Observe: the action moves straight from what i presume is the dinner table or lounge room (because of "You sip your wine/You take your time." which is another fine example. Of course she sips the wine slowly. "take your time" is really unnecessary here. nononono, she doesnt drink her wine slowly. SHE POURS IT STRAIGHT DOWN HER GULLET LIKE A DEPRAVED VIKING, AND THEN GRABS THE BOTTLE RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HAND) to the bedroom without any mention of other activity. so where, then, does this "chase" occur? DO THEY RUN OUT INTO THE STREETS, DO A COUPLE OF FIFTY MILE LAPS WHILE RUNNING AFTER EACH OTHER AND THEN GO TO THE BEDROOM?
I don't know, i dont think so. but maybe that's just me.
So you see, there's a fairly substantial case that "Chase" was thrown in solely because Hariharan wanted a word that would rhyme with "face".
(Although a possibility has occured to me: Perhaps the idea is that the entire courtship between (what i am fervently assuming to be) the male and female seen here takes place between the place of wine-consumption and the bedroom. in which case Hariharan's next endeavour should be to write a guidebook on seduction, coz HE obviously thinks its possible!)
Of course this face chase fiasco is but a part of the larger tragedy that is "Love You Forever". but time is limited, so i shall turn, lastly, to the last two verses:
Your crimson stains
Leave me in pain.
Your lifeless eyes stare at me,
Waiting for your fate to be.
Carrying you downstairs,
Urging you to meet the rest,
One last passionate kiss,
Before I leave you to rest in peace.
Firstly, the "lifeless eyes" somehow express (lifelessly, i'm sure) that the departed-soul-that-used-to-exist-behind-said-eyes was waiting for her fate. She must have some pretty nifty contacts with teeny tiny text, that's all i'm saying.
Now "lifeless eyes" would imply death, correct? Thus when the central character carries this person of the void orbs downstairs, he is, in fact, carrying a corpse, no? So the "one last passionate kiss" supports the idea of necrophilia. (In which case this guy must have had some pretty incredible wires earlier in the poem, to make a corpse drink wine) The most disturbing part for me, though, is that after this engagement with the deceased, this man then "leave[s] [the body] to rest in peace" with no mention of leaving the house. As far as the information given is concerned, THE BODY STAYS IN THE HOUSE.
THIS POEM FEATURES A MAN WHO HAS A DEAD BODY, PRESUMABLY ROTTING, IN HIS DOWNSTAIRS LIVING QUARTERS.
Obviously not everything i've said here is to be taken seriously. It's my hope, though, that you, my (by now probably incensed) readers, will understand my true meaning behind some of the humour here. I honestly feel that this poem is contrived, fake, and substancesless.
* * * * * * * * * * *
the world's end approaches, the skies boiling over
Thor's bolts flash all 'cross the sky
you stand stricken, just screaming, while your heart's gripped by ice
as you realise you dont want to die.
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