Sunday, May 15, 2011
Eccentric or Crazy?
I believe this sort of insanity she suffers was learned. She used to live a sort of lavish aristocratic lifestyle until everything went away. Her father wasn't really thoughtful by pushing away the men that were trying to court her, and now once her father died, she has no one to depend on. This sort of learned behavior, I believe, was from being too used to this lifestyle then having everything hit rock bottom. All in all, she's SOL and she cannot find a way out of it. She behaves this way to gain attention, and according to the Philip Zimbardo prison experiment, once she has taken that role as the helpless woman she HAD BECOME the helpless woman. She is a helpless woman. I believe a lot of women today in society are like this, they believe they are some sort of princess and then they get treated by one because they're so demanding and men are so submissive that they become what they really want to be. Just like how, in the first few weeks of marriage, a couple might feel out of place - they might feel like it's all an act, but after a while, they do become the "married couple" in a sense whatever a married couple is supposed to be.
The N-Word
The word today is known as some sort of derogatory term that emerged in the 1800s to describe slaves. Black slaves, specifically. An enslaved native would not be known as the n-word. Today, it is also used by fellow descendants of these "n-words" as a term of endearment, to show their camaradarie. I believe it's a form of devolution to still be afraid of these words. People usually freeze, and think, "WOW I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT... are there any black people around? Did they hear him?" This is just an unnecessary fear. I believe this is kind of a person trying to conform to the other people around him, trying to stay politically correct. To me, if you want to say it, then say it. It doesn't matter. Why do we have the first amendment? I believe it's pathetic if a person tries to excuse himself by saying it's politically incorrect, uncultured, inarticulate, blahblahblah. I believe if a word wasn't used to imply the meaning then that is the meaning of the word.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Retreat
Retreating from society is a way of hiding yourself, and to prepare yourself in the meantime to face whatever you need to face. Or to hide others away from the danger that you have, are, or contain. I believe that a person should be able to hide whenever they want. But they're just little felines if you ask me. Unless it's the latter, (the one where you are hiding something away so that it won't hurt other people) then you are a true feline. People might lack self confidence to confront society, since the all mighty and scary society is something that takes courage to face. I believe it's just simply human nature to want to keep the ugly part of ourselves hidden - so that you can seek out potential mates to hide the flaws that might be with you genetically. That's why we always see ugly people wearing baggy things. Unless they're of self confidence (where does it come from) then usually people will in some form or another hide themselves from society.
Free Write
Free write, I love free writes. The reason I love free writes is that I can fill up the whole entry with words that don't really even matter. But the amazing fact is that nobody reads this so I'll do it anyway. First of all, what the hell is homophobia? And why do people "frown" on people for being homophobic? Racist, too? Why can't I use an out of date pejorative term (or used to be pejorative, I mean) however I want? Why is there even censorship? I don't understand why people feel the need to correct other people to be more "politically correct." We are all so caught up on this "politically correctness" nonsense that we try to correct each other and conform that we have lost all freedom of expression and creativity. I want to swear. I want to express my emotions with words that way. Frankly, I don't give a damn if someone feels insulted. Why should they feel insulted if I had not meant to insult them? I don't get this. Do people think they're better than other people for correcting people? This is my way of rebelling: swearing, and using discriminating words in my own way. Of course, I do not mean to insult these people - of course, I am a very articulate person so I shall couple these words with a dapper style. But no thanks, please don't correct me, you conformists.
I Hate Poetry
I hate poetry. Simply because poetry is just so meaningless. It's like contemporary art. Actually, don't even get me started on contemporary art. I detest the fact that it even exists. Why people even brand it as "art." It tarnished the word "art" by calling that, which is comparable to bovine excrement, art. Art itself is supposed to be a beautiful thing. An accurate representation of something for a purpose. Contemporary art, someone putting a toilet on a bed. Art? I think not.
Poetry is a different little pickle. If the author/writer/poet whatever they want to call themselves want to express a feeling, then why not just say it? Why not just go, "I'm feeling sad, and this is my story..." rather than trying to sound deep and evoke some sense of feeling that does not exist in the reader? If I really wanted to read meaningless words that are not coupled together in a grammatically or comprehensible manner then I'll go on my computer, press a bunch of random keys and read that. But no, they try to teach this junk in class. I'm insulted and I feel disgusted. I hate poetry. I hate it with a passion. People ask, why do you hate poetry? And I shall retort with that.
Poetry is a different little pickle. If the author/writer/poet whatever they want to call themselves want to express a feeling, then why not just say it? Why not just go, "I'm feeling sad, and this is my story..." rather than trying to sound deep and evoke some sense of feeling that does not exist in the reader? If I really wanted to read meaningless words that are not coupled together in a grammatically or comprehensible manner then I'll go on my computer, press a bunch of random keys and read that. But no, they try to teach this junk in class. I'm insulted and I feel disgusted. I hate poetry. I hate it with a passion. People ask, why do you hate poetry? And I shall retort with that.
Horror
What a scary story needs... Hmm, a scary story must appeal to the reader's specific reads - therefore, dividing it up into separate genres. First of all, these genres all appeal to specific readers. One might find torture porn exciting, while another might be repulsed by it. There are those that find suspense stories hair tingling, while another would find it boring. I believe a scary story needs elements of all nature to appeal to this. One important element is suspense. The reason I say this is because if there is no suspense then why not just reveal the whole story in one page. Or just give a picture of what's happening. Then the reader doesn't have to read through all your crap to get to the point. That's why suspense is needed. It builds up the reason to read through that crap. I believe (pardon my french for the previous sentences) another element needed is some sort of shocking detail. Such as gore, etc. This is what makes a horror story, well.. horrifying.
A Journey
Prufrock is no model for such thing. First of all, he is simply the passenger in his life. He does not take control nor does he even drive this car, the car that is the metaphor for life. He is simply a little gay man. I cannot help but stress the fact that, in part with my homophobia, that he is a gay little man and that gay men cannot do such things (take life on as the driver.) Sure, there are exceptions - but I doubt that the majority of gay men are the drivers of their lives. Prufrock is no hero, he is not on a journey, if he were he wouldn't know where he was going. He's simply remaining on the same plane - rock bottom. The same level. He is just a man that is so self conscious that he worries about a tiny little bald spot on his head. He is no hero. He is not on a journey... so the journey cannot even begin if he cannot even drive his own car (that which is his life.) Oh well, Prufrock's a sad case. T.S. Eliot, you've made your point.
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