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I ran into a girl at the bar whom I've lived with before. I wanted to leave. I can't stand that whore. Talking to her brought the bad memories back. Of living with her and husband Jack. His name really isn't Jack but nothing else seems to rhyme. I'd better hurry up the library closes at nine. These two individuals are the absolute most annoying in the world. Never again will I room with a guy and a girl. I could not stand living with them, it drove me insane. Those lost memories came back and brought so much pain.
I heard on the news of the "flashlight flasher." He prances around the golf course causing disaster. When the sun goes down and all is calm, a naked man runs loose with his flashlight on. Disturbing the peace is his main objective; upper-class homes seem much neglected. All is fine in these houses amidst the pines. The families eat steak and sip on fine wine. The kids wash the dishes and on their last bowl they notice something disturbing upon the ninth hole. The air grows cooler as we approach fall, through the window they see shriveled cock and balls.
Today I am hung over, feeling like a dying plant thirsting for water. My head feels a constant squeezing like someone ringing out a wet towel. I awoke, my mouth, dry and tasting foul from the smoke filled air I breathed the night before. The bar was dark, filthy, my shoes stuck to the floor. I drank eleven, twelve beers before the night ended. I frolicked around stage feeling quite splendid. Why is it necessary to consume so many alcoholic beverages? My body gave no symptoms, warnings, or messages that the next day I would feel like absolute, uttermost crap.
I love football season, but it pisses me off. Having my team lose is like contracting a deadly cough. The agony of defeat is too much to consume. I feel like a kid getting sent to their room and locked up for good with nothing to eat but wood. That would really suck but this is how I feel. Sometimes I don't even know how to deal with stupid football games. This probably sounds lame. When I lose I feel disgusted, angry, and ashamed. I really should calm down after all; it's just a bunch of guys playing with balls.
I hate doing laundry; it's no fun. If I had to choose I'd rather complete a twelve mile run and an eight mile swim and a twelve mile bike ride. Washing my clothes is a damn thorn in my side. The filthy garments pile up until the basket is overflowing. The dirty whites sat so long they were moldy and glowing. I'm only kidding; that is quite nasty. I'd never do such a thing. I'm too classy. I miserably load my car with clothes and go for a ride and think wouldn't it be easier if we wore animal hides.
Tonight I'm not feeling incredibly intellectual. I'm dumbfounded by the anticipation of tonight's spectacular spectacle. I've been starring at the computer screen for an hour looking lost, wondering, how much a scalped ticket would cost. I desperately want to be apart of this evening's festivities but I'm broke. Like a bum, I can barely afford to buy can of coke. This is no joke. I have bills up the ass. I'm lucky just be able to buy gas so I can drive to class and get educated and pass, get a degree then a job and make some real cash.
Rhymes have a great deal of uses, like describing a couple having sex and their bodies producing juices. Rhymes can also be used to emphasize words. For instance, one that gets straight A's in calculus might be considered a nerd. The emphasis was applied to nerd because of rhyming. Rhymes bring words together with absolute perfect timing. The relations between words are directed to your attention. Rhymes guide your thoughts and feelings in the right direction. Rhyme provides an overall structure for a poem. Phrases are modulated and demodulated much like a modem. Rhyme is flowing, keeping our thoughts rolling.
Anagrams are interesting to me. Robert Morgan's use of anagrams in his poem "Mountain Graveyard," describe the entire setting and feeling of a graveyard in just twelve words. The astounding part is the descriptive quality of the anagrams interacting with each other giving meaning to the setting as if meant to describe the feel of a graveyard. One anagram "Heart Earth" which Morgan used is very clever. Earth is the source of all life acting like a heart steadily pumping giving life to humans, plants, and animals. Ironically, when we die we are placed right back into what created us.
I like anagrams because it is interesting how a word made from another word can have relevant or opposite meaning. My name for instance is Brian. The word "brain" can be made from my name and that says a whole lot about me, intelligent. The word "lived" is formed from "devil." That's a little spooky. In Christianity the Devil once lived as an angel and was banished from heaven. Some more? Being sober bores me. We cross the oceans in canoes. My veins are like vines. Art is a beautiful thing, its anagram "tar" an ugly, smelly, dark, funky, gunk.
These days you can't turn on the television without seeing a reality TV show. But are these shows really reality? "The Bachelor," a reality TV dating show, is formula fiction not reality. Much like a romance novel, the hero is obviously the bachelor with his little red roses that he gives to women of his liking. The heroine is the sweet young lady who the bachelor obviously likes and is going to choose. There are also the secondary characters, the stuck-up, snotty, ladies that get the rose but not the guy. To complete the formula, there are also love scenes.
The poem "Restaurant" grabbed my attention because I work in one. As I read this poem my imagination captured every detail that was presented to me. The author includes you in the poem as a cook working in the back of the house of a restaurant late into the night. By doing this you get the feeling you're right there in the kitchen working frantically amidst the chaos of any real restaurant kitchen. The authors use or rhyme emphasizes the descriptiveness of the kitchen so realistically that even the sounds and smells of a kitchen are produced in this poem.
Margaret Atwood's poem "you fit into me" is a short but meaningful poem because of its use of a simile. "You fit into me like a hook into an eye," the simile of the poem, presents a friendly image of a hook fitting nicely into an eye. The mood of the poem drastically changes in the next few lines, "A fish hook and an open eye." The once pleasant image is now a sharp fishhook puncturing an eyeball. The first impression of the poem is sweet and loving, but it surprises the reader and creates quite a gory, unhappy image.
Using similes I express how I felt this morning. After a long night of drinking I awoke dehydrated like the plaines of Texas, brittle and cracked from a long summer's drought. My head throbbed like a melon gripped inside a vice slowly increasing and decreasing with tension. Opening my eyes was like prying open a couple clamshells. My hair and skin reeked from the smoke-filled bar the night before like an ashtray full of cigarette butts. The dreaded thought of going to work annoyed me like a mosquito screaming in my ear throughout the night as I try to sleep.
"The Italian Job" is a fun, exciting, and clever film about a group of highly skilled thieves that execute a magnificent heist in Venice, Italy and acquire a fortune of golden bars. Unexpectedly one of them turns on the others and runs off with the prized gold. The hunt for the treasure is still a priority to the rest of the group but even more important is revenge. High-speed chases and explosions are involved throughout the movie. The incredible burglaries are performed using high-tech gadgets and bombs along with ingenious manipulation and bribery. "The Italian Job" is anything but dull.
"The Matrix" is a high flying, heart pounding, in your face sci-fi action masterpiece. The matrix is a computer program that has created what humans believe to be earth and the people that inhibit it. In other words everyday life is made up and what really exists is a bunch of machines that control everything and use humans for energy. It sounds crazy but that's why I like it. Mind boggling special effects accent the intense missions experienced by the group of people that try to destroy the matrix. This film is an experience that is visually and intellectually stimulating.
I'm a slacker, a procrastinator. I'm always thinking, "I'll do it later." If I don't change soon, I'll be a waiter--the rest of my life--and then be a hater of people who are better than me, who aren't procrastinators. I wish I could take my bad habits and feed them to the gators; they'd eat ‘em up like I eat up "tators," mashed with butter and garlic for added flavor. Being successful is something I savor. I need to stop putting things off and do myself a favor, start being on time, complete, and sharp like a razor.
I love movies about drug lords who push ridiculous amounts of narcotics. The movie "Blow" definitely fits the profile. This riveting film is based on the true story of the life of ex-drug lord, George Jonge who controlled eighty percent of the cocaine entering the U.S. in the late 70's and early 80's. This guy experienced and saw more incredible places and events in his young life than most people do in lifetime. His fast, dangerous lifestyle was pure entertainment, but things get really serious when George has to make a lifelong decision between a drug deal and his daughter.
America's television shows these days are nothing but a bunch of porn. This is how America gets its viewers—tall, gorgeous woman with huge, fake boobs. You can't find a good, entertaining show without implants. Do you really think people would watch the stupid reality shows without beautiful blondes with "D" cups? No. I'll admit it, if I see hot girls on TV, I watch. Even the good shows like "Friends" have porn; Jennifer Aniston never wears a bra. It's pretty pathetic that this is the only way to provide entertainment. It'll be this way until another "Seinfeld" comes around.
A complete explanation of what entertainment has come to in today's society is revealed in the movie "Jackass." The name says it all; the ridiculous stunts performed in this film are absolutely senseless, but hilarious. Before watching this movie I had a beer-belly, and afterwards I had a six-pack. It's that funny. The idiots in this movie film themselves in public performing the craziest, most unbelievable stunts and pranks. The degree of insanity put into every stunt goes so far as to purposely conflict harm on oneself. If shooting bottle-rockets from your ass is your thing, this is a "must-see."
"The Lord of the Rings" is a magnificent adventure into a fantasyland full of hobbits, trolls, and wizards all dueling it out over one very sought after thing, a sacred ring. A great deal of imagination is needed when watching this film as the quest for the ring brings about places and things never heard of or seen before. If dragons and dwarfs aren't your idea of a good time, the movie's spectacular imagery will keep your eyes wandering as far as the imagination will take them, bringing about a sensation that will seem to stimulates all of your senses.
Maya Angelou's poem "Africa" is a beautifully structured poem that explains briefly, but with much meaning, the history of Africa. Maya presents Africa to us creatively relating the continents physical features to that of a woman, "deserts her hair, golden her feet, mountains her breasts." By doing this the continent of Africa is more than just a landform; it is a real, living woman. This woman is sad and crying revealed by the metaphor, "two Niles her tears." These tears come from the memory of slavery, which is indirectly referenced in the poem, simultaneously, as she is now overcoming this.
Charles Simic's poem "Filthy Landscape," describes much more than just a landscape, but more so, a landscape probably beautiful in most people's eyes that he sees as filthy, illustrating it much like a functioning whore house. The tone of the poem is very sexual and raunchy and is established as Simic writes, "Drunk with kissing The red-hot summer breezes." The voice of the poem gradually gets more raunchy with, "A ditch opens its legs In the half-undressed orchard Teeming with foulmouthed birds And smutty shadows." As the poem unfolds, sexual images flow endlessly labeling this piece, an atypical landscape poem.
The title provides great meaning in Ezra Pound's, "In a Station of the Metro." The poem is just fourteen words, "The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough." The title provides the setting and the words are mere description which we'd have no idea what about if not for the title, providing an underground railroad station. "Apparition," a ghostly look, gives more meaning than "appearance' or "sight" when describing the look on faces of the crowd. The last line presents a delicate, black and wet image giving a dark, lonely, mood to the poem.
Once a smelly, unpleasant, piece of flesh and bone used for walking, the foot is now more beautifully resembled due to the exuberant description in Alice Jones's "The Foot." The author's use of formal diction includes words of an anatomical nature describing the foot from the inside out as an "osseous architecture" in which "our improbable support" is "erected" upon. Choice words like "metatarsals" and "phalanges" describe the anatomy of the foot from heel to toe. Poetic diction is also used when metaphorically describing toes as sausages. The perplex words brilliantly illustrate the foot entirely and surprisingly with flowing rhythm.
The unique thing about poets is that they take the simplest subjects—so simple you'd never think to write a poem about one—and make them seem incredibly vivid. A perfect example of this is in Ernest Slyman's "Lightning Bugs." In it he writes, "They burn peepholes in the night and take snapshots of my house." I always thought of lightning bugs just lighting because that's what they do, never the way he described. It's as if the bugs are intruding on our privacy; they're like little "peeping Toms." His clever figurative speech gives this simple subject a lively description.
The infamous Mosquito annoyingly talks in my ear provokingly, and somehow the creature, 1/billionth my size, escapes the fatal blow of my erect hand swatting fiercely through the thin air. And then with the utmost stealth and accuracy the minuscule pest--like a helicopter—lands on the surface of my skin, reveals his deathly sharp point, and proceeds to slowly puncture my flesh and suck in the warm, red blood like a needle drawing blood from a vein. Sometimes I'll feel him and then squash the little bastard leaving his remnants scattered. He still won though, leaving me itching vigorously.
The use of a controlling metaphor reveals a mother's relationship with her family in Linda Pastan's, "Marks." The mother narrates the poem and tells of the way her husband, son, and daughter all show how they appreciate her by the use, of all things, a grading scale. So instead of getting love she's treated like a student with a term paper waiting to be graded. This poem can seem sad but shows humor as the mother decides to play along with the "grading scale way of affection" and says, "Wait'til they learn I'm dropping out," which is the controlling metaphor.
"Going to Extremes" is a hilarious poem by Richard Armour that surely illustrates what happens when people try to pour catsup out of a bottle. "Shake and shake the catsup bottle None'll come—And then a lot'll." Almost everyone has poured catsup from a bottle before. A near impossible task it is to master the seemingly simple catsup pour. Some, "go to extremes," to do so, the title of the poem, and quite possibly the main point. The use of rhyme brings humor and a sense that the incredibly short poem is complete and the poem's message is made clear.
The scariest movie I have ever seen is "The Exorcist." This is an older film and isn't like the typical horror films of today where some crazed lunatic is lynching teenage women while they're taking showers. That stuff isn't scary; this is. A young girl is possessed by a demon and her mother hirers a priest to perform an exorcism, a religious process used in real life to remove beings that possess people's bodies. Strong believers in Christianity will not like this movie as harsh bashings towards the faith presented. It's a horror film like no other, and it's terrifying.
Halloween is coming and crows are humming as summer turns into fall. The leaves are falling and crows are calling as the air is not hot at all. Pumpkins, they're carving; the crows are starving, waiting for the kids to call. Tricking and treating the crows begin eating as candies to the ground, fall. Everything is yummy; the bears are gummy, and the hunger no longer is tall. Once they'd ended they're foraging and began gorging, the crows were having a ball. As sweets overfilled their stomachs, the goodies began to plummet, out from their mouths like a raging squall.
Many of today's horror films have a certain formula to them. There's always one killer and one group of friends. Usually one person dies everyday and at the end of the film two people live, most likely a guy and a girl. These types of films offer plenty of blood and guts and naked teenager shower scenes but aren't that scary. "Friday the 13th" and "Murder on Elm Street" are good examples of formula horror films and have pioneered this method of horror filmmaking. I find movies that don't use a formula and based on factual events are the scariest.
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