26 August 2007
30/08/07 07:22 Permalink
Well, it's
just a couple of hours before I leave for Toulouse. A
day in the "Pink City" and then I am back off to the
States with a brief layover in Germany. (And I hate
Frankfurt; you can't get anything to eat in that
airport, but you can get a decent stein of beer.)
Then I fly into Newark. Then...I figure out what to
do after that.
I don't know what it is that I am returning to, only that I seem to have a bunch of applications to be anywhere accept in one place. There's a lot of work to do and this website will likely change. Not the designed, but I feel as though I've neglected the content.
I posted a new Star Trek poem draft. "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield." There's a good number of them. So many so that I can't draw a new title each day now. I am proud of what is ahead of me though. There's one ghazal that I am writing called "Patterns of Force" and a long prose poem titled, "That City on the Edge of Forever," about which I am excited. In general, I've excited about any opportunity that a new form presentc me. The thing about that I've been learning about "free verse" is that there has been, lately, too little excitement at receiving change
New Titles:
"The Omega Glory"
"For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky"
I don't know what it is that I am returning to, only that I seem to have a bunch of applications to be anywhere accept in one place. There's a lot of work to do and this website will likely change. Not the designed, but I feel as though I've neglected the content.
I posted a new Star Trek poem draft. "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield." There's a good number of them. So many so that I can't draw a new title each day now. I am proud of what is ahead of me though. There's one ghazal that I am writing called "Patterns of Force" and a long prose poem titled, "That City on the Edge of Forever," about which I am excited. In general, I've excited about any opportunity that a new form presentc me. The thing about that I've been learning about "free verse" is that there has been, lately, too little excitement at receiving change
New Titles:
"The Omega Glory"
"For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky"
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Lately, We've Just Begun...
In just a
couple of days, I will be returning to the States.
It's a strange feeling to be returning after having
been removed for longer than I've ever been. Before,
I found just a few months jarring. Now...I don't know
what to feel. When I left America, the discourse,
nomenclature and semantics were different. In some
ways, it seems like the press has reclaimed some
small measure of credibility. When I left America,
there was no "civil war" in Iraq.
Still, I trust no media. It's all slanted and some of it likely the reason I've encountered so many loons (ironically, a good number of them Germans) who feel that the September 11th attacks were the U.S. equivalent of the Reichstag fire. I read the BBC because, well, I can. But for a nation who is America's primary partner in its misdeeds around the world (and this was before Iraq and Afghanistan) their news services has a decidedly conservative, post-colonial slant on American life and politics that seems to bleed smugly through every sentence. If you don't believe me, read the headline and the last three paragraphs of any story written on the BBC website about the Americas, or India. That distaste in your mouth is British smugness.
The truth is that everything is slanted and the only way to truly know a country is to be there and to live amongst its people. I have also learned that the number of those countries where I would feel comfortable - nay, tolerated - are fewer than I would have believed just a year ago.
I am going to end that particular rant, because, this entry isn't about politics. It's a farewell to a place that I once came to so that I contemplate my life and trajectory. I returned to the same region to heal and become sound after Poland. Each time, this region time transformed myself and my work. It alleviated the world that brought me stress long enough for me to become strong and regain a sense of my own purpose. I don't know what one does to thank a place.
I've met great people in this year. I know that such connections can be transient, but I hope that they aren't. I hope that the are a load that I can carry joyfully with me through my other travels and homecomings.
Still, I trust no media. It's all slanted and some of it likely the reason I've encountered so many loons (ironically, a good number of them Germans) who feel that the September 11th attacks were the U.S. equivalent of the Reichstag fire. I read the BBC because, well, I can. But for a nation who is America's primary partner in its misdeeds around the world (and this was before Iraq and Afghanistan) their news services has a decidedly conservative, post-colonial slant on American life and politics that seems to bleed smugly through every sentence. If you don't believe me, read the headline and the last three paragraphs of any story written on the BBC website about the Americas, or India. That distaste in your mouth is British smugness.
The truth is that everything is slanted and the only way to truly know a country is to be there and to live amongst its people. I have also learned that the number of those countries where I would feel comfortable - nay, tolerated - are fewer than I would have believed just a year ago.
I am going to end that particular rant, because, this entry isn't about politics. It's a farewell to a place that I once came to so that I contemplate my life and trajectory. I returned to the same region to heal and become sound after Poland. Each time, this region time transformed myself and my work. It alleviated the world that brought me stress long enough for me to become strong and regain a sense of my own purpose. I don't know what one does to thank a place.
I've met great people in this year. I know that such connections can be transient, but I hope that they aren't. I hope that the are a load that I can carry joyfully with me through my other travels and homecomings.