And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Friday, October 12, 2001
One last post to Blogger, and I'm on my way! Vegas, here we come!!
Ye Gods, can any One Person get any more egotistical bitch-ish? I'll admit that this is the first time I have seen her, but out of curiosity I went and cruised around for a while...
To those who must deal with her: I humbly offer my pair of daggers and my access to weird and amusing chemicals to amuse yourselves with.
What do you do when you look in the mirror, and realize that the person looking back at you isn't yourself? The features, the skin, the hair is there, but what's behind and inside them is completely different? Like someone's taken your face and rearranged it – the pieces are in the right places, but they're… wrong… somehow… when your hands are about twenty years older than the rest of you, and the eyes have such a … dark look to them… where do you go when you aren't you?
*sigh* and so I get one of Kallaris' arraogant professors... my Physics profesor who claims that he cannot do an example problem since everything will be on the exam...
I agree with you on all points, and often become insenced at those people that insist that we should sit back and not do anything. But as ashamed as I am of our generation, I cannot condemn them. Look where we come from.
Twenty years ago, when our parents were starting their families and looking to a new future, they were looking as well at what had happened in their past. The world had largely been at war since the first shots of WWI. Our parents were tired of war, and the patriotism that had inspired their parents had worn thin, as anything will when worn too long. Their vision of war and military was Korea, and, burned even more into their minds, the horror that was Vietnam. Let's face it, there was very little to be proud of in that war. And so a nation tired of war, with those veterans who had been in the two World Wars lumped in with the lesser grandeur of Korea and the hellpit of Vietnam and it's children yearning for something that even their parents were hard-pressed to remember - peace - and terrified that the tensions that had never vanished after Vietnam came to and end would flare up, turned to the future with the intent to build something other than fighting for thier children. And so our generation learned from our parents not only to hate war, but to actively oppose it, and to seek out a peaceful solution to those things which had destoryed so many other nations.
Unfortunately for America, two things are still as true now as they were then.
One is that the rest of the world does not share our beliefs. There are those, as evidenced by Bin Laden's speech, who feel that thw world will only be right when those who do not agree with them are violently wiped off the face of ther earth.
The other is that our greatest strength is also our greatest weaknes. The diveristy that makes us one of the greatest nations on the planet also makes coming to a desicion very difficult. With so many different viewpoints and opinions to consider, with so many people demanding to be heard and heeded, NO decision can be reached that will be 'popular'.
We cannot curl up and hide from what happens, but we cannot become blind to the emotions and truths that are ingrined in our minds. I am ashamed of many of our generation, true, but I can see that behind the anger and rage is genuine fear. We are terrified that this does mean war, and terrified that the future we are building for ourselves will crumble around us. We have a deperate choice to make now, and it is not up to us to make it, and that has us scared out of our wits.
::giggle:: fun new layout.. I likes it, i think, better than the other one... maybe it's just because it's not so black and it's ... well... a change. At least everything (or almost everything, I left Mirrorgate alone) matches
ARG... I woke feeling ill this morning, sent an email apology to my first two professors and a promise to turn in my homework later today, and went back to bed... just in time for someone to pull a frie alarm and leave us stranded in the cold for a half an hour... ::growls::
Final post of the ... morning... befroe I die for a while: Ragabash, my song is "Forsaken" going back over the lyrics, the sound, and the feeling in the song is actually fitting.
Bird, for you: Pulled from an interview off a forgotten URL:
What is the sample at the end of "Forsaken"?
It’s from "Jacob’s Ladder". It’s Danny Aiello, who plays the chiropractor, and I think it’s the most beautiful scene because he’s got this light behind him. I adore that film, it was one of the biggest influences on the album in its themes. It influenced me in that I identified with it and it gave me a focal point. It’s like the film "Wings of Desire", the Wim Wenders film. I want to show that before the release party for the next single "Dark Angel", but I won’t be allowed to – they don’t like it at gigs when you play a film that’s two and a half hours long beforehand.
I know this post will not show up until it becoems pointless.. but... freeservers, my host, is still not completely up and running, so I'll try again before I leave in... three hours.