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Demian

Aug 13, 2007
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Demian, the compelling but short novel by Herman Hesse has really gotten into my head. It is not so much that the duality of human nature is a foreign or new idea to me, but I had never taken the time to mull over and categorize these ideas in my head. It's kind of like what Winston said in 1984; "the best books tell you what you already know" Anyway, since reading it, I have been having weird dreams. It's probably not a coincidence that Demian greatly revolves around dreams

I came across a long narrow corridor. The tiles of the corridor floor were glass and each contained the head of a noteworthy person--Goethe, Alden Nowlan, Robertson Davies, Grace Slick, Glenn Gould, Margaret Atwood and Charles Dickens, and that's as far as I walked before waking up. The walls of the corridor were towering falls of liquid silver. I was sprayed a bit but the silver just absorbed into my skin. The sky was a swirling vortex of black and red.Very deep shades, high intensity. I think I will write a poem about it tonight.

A Few Puns by Me

Aug 13, 2007
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What do you call a crippled astronomer?
Edwin Hobble

What do you call an alcoholic baseball player?
A catcher in the rye

What do kidnappers of a southern rockstar get charged with?
(Tom) Petty theft!

Why was the square root imprisoned?
They found out he was a radical

What do you call a lawyer who is good at math?
Abacus Finch

Yeah, those are a few puns that have popped into my head lately. Seems like it's the only thing I've been able to write lately since my 25 short stories

The Ocean Claims Another Victim

Aug 9, 2007
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When asked by the ocean of questions,
If I had but a single suggestion,
About how to fish,
And to eat what I wish,
Without suff'ring from bad indigestion.

I reply to the dark waters; "nay,"
That I didn't, but "maybe someday,"
"Though I fear I will never,"
"For I seem far to clever,"
"And you can never find real truth that way"

Before speaking, it emits a low laugh,
And throws me a magical staff,
"It cut downs on dregs,"
"And the trifle that begs,"
"To be pondered a day and a half"

For years I had used the great treasure,
Life has left me, and to my displeasure,
I was more of a fool,
To use that vile tool,
Rather than reflect at my leisure.