Escritiendo

On this page is my exceedingly toxic “experimentation” of journal entries that allow me to create my own examples of whatever-we-were-taught-that-morning.

9/6

            During this lab we were to explore the depths of parallelism that were inscribed into numerous famous speeches like Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address and Patrick Henry’s speech to the Virginia Convention. I especially liked this piece because it reflected a social twist in my life that I abstractly exploited.

In Honor of Jlacy’s “Perpetual Light”

            My light shines. My boca smiles. My thoughts are free. My body is healthy. Their light is dim. Their boca frowns. Their thoughts are clouded. Their body is sickly. I want my light to perpetuate; and, I therefore have to rid myself of each nostalgic thought. They want their light to shine brighter; they don’t know that life isn’t truly like that. I’ve tried evoking reason. I’ve tried scrutinizing to no avail. I’ve tried screaming and crying. Their one true friend was never there. I will imbibe knowledge; they will imbibe loss. I must go my own path with friends that care.

9/11

            Here the class was to incorporate a euphemism, a less offensive synonym, into our writing by some means. The pace and the odd setting made this entry worth retelling.

            You’ve just turned seven and you’ve stumbled across an unfamiliar word: guillotine. Upon asking your parents, your mother says they remove things from people there. You say, “Like scabs?”

“Yes, darling.”

Your father says, “That’s where the decapitate people.”

You say, “Like this kind of head?” pointing to your grey matter.

“Yes, darling.”

Appalling! Your entire world has been turned upside down! You can’t breath. Pulse, elevating; room, spinning; legs, weakening. Your entire vocabulary has been jeopardized!

How long has this lying been going on? Entire vocabulary lessons misconstrued!

            This all started because this person has yet to learn what a euphemism is. Removing and decapitating are negative and neutral on the spectrum of connotations.

Sept 24^th

            This journal was inspired by some question about truth, and of course, I strayed from the original topic… Even so, someone read it and advised I put it on here because he believed it reeked of Sarah. This reflects my nihilistic state and the shape of my lips. It is a wonderful rant.

Freedom Isn’t Free

            Honestly, I don’t believe there is a thing called absolute freedom. It doesn’t exist in our world, why? Because we are humans who need to be governed and controlled. In a sense we have degrees of freedom. Like in America, we are “free” compared to those citizens of China who are under communist rule. Our price for this degree of freedom is many American lives, many atrocious opinions of foreigners, and many years of decadence. We should change the slogan to, “Freedom isn’t real.” It’s an illusion created to invoke patriotism in American. Only propaganda.

10/2

            The use of synesthesia!!! Oh, it is one of my favorite things we’ve been taught because it truly embellishes your writing. The example that makes me scream the loudest is when “he bought a coat in the colour of C sharp minor.” It was also an entry to capture a moment in time where you feel “at one” with nature like the romantics did.

            Behind me a gelid lime vibrated from the cielo. In front, it was the demanding color of sables. I stood on the beach in the tart month of December. The shimmering wind whisped sharp strands of hair across my face and above the musky dark pool a rod highlighted the sky with its omnipotence. To further deafen my self-awareness, I sprinted across the sprightly arena that jumped at my shins pleading to bond. I submerged myself into that glacial world and was forever preserved in that infinity.

11/9

            We learned the precise definition of personification this day and were asked to create an example. There was good and bad. I liked it because poems rock my socks off.

The child waits and plots in its mind

            To trip you from behind.

Even glancing side to side,

            You’ll be lost to the ditches and your riches

From the bait

            So get to the gate!

And all the while that smirking little kid

            Will be warm and hid.

His mother will say, “Fear, dinner!”

            He could make you a sinner.