IT'S ALIIIIVE....A Super-Post to Make Up For My Hiatus

Okay, so I haven't posted here in...almost a year. Mostly because I'm utterly lashed down by homework. So I'm just going to go right into the Awesome of the Month.

1) DARWIN DAY - February 12 was Darwin day, and I was the only person in town who seemed to be aware of this. I celebrated in private, but it was still awesome.

2) RELIGULOUS - My review, cross-posted from my private blog to save time:

So I FINALLY got to see Religulous today, after waiting since fall for it to show within 100 miles of where I live.

...I loved it, obviously.

I'll be the first to admit that I don't agree with Maher on everything. I don't expect to agree with him on everything, as I don't expect to agree with anyone on anything. However, he was absolutely brilliant, if a bit pretentious, in this.

Basically, he goes around talking to various religious people, presenting them with evidence contrary to their belief, and eliciting some very...revealing responses.

Some memorable quotes....

From the ever-brilliant senator of Arkansas..."You don't have to pass an IQ test to be in the Senate." Yeah, I think we could figure that out, based on the fact that you also seem to think the Earth is 6000 years old and don't have any grasp of basic biology.

And Bill Maher, of course. "If you belonged to a political party or a social club that was tied to as much bigotry, misogyny, homophobia, violence, and sheer ignorance as religion is, you'd resign in protest. To do otherwise is to be an enabler - a mafia wife." THIS. SO MUCH.

Frankly, if you ever want to know exactly what I think of the Judeo-Christian religions, watch this movie. XD

Rating...8 out of 10, if I take out my OMG-a-movie-that-doesn't-perpetuate-ancient-myths bias. Use caution with children, as it does have a lot of less-than-vague sex/porn/fun stuff references. Especially when he talks to the "ex-gay" guy, and the gay Muslims. Trust me, you have to see it to believe it. For those who aren't challenged in the area of accepting natural bodily functions, it's absolutely hilarious. Prudes will probably be gasping in horror every 5 minutes.

3) WHALES - The new National Geographic series Morphed is detailed, interesting, and, well, evolutionary. I haven't caught the turkey show yet, but the whale show is amazing. I was hooked the whole time.

4) EVOLVE - One of the last things I would expect to see from the History Channel (which is usually pretty biased), I convinced my parents to get me the DVD for this so I could watch it straight through. It provides a lot of information that is useful for counteracting creationist claims - there are entire shows devoted just to one thing, like eyes, skin, flight, and guts.

5) NOT THE FUNDIES - I was surprised at the volume of creationists at my school - and I even have one in my biology class. We will be going into evolution next week. This will be interesting. I'll keep you posted.

And the obligatory bit of poetry....

Yes, I've seen the future -
He says -
Yes, it's spray painted on the
gravestones of the
dead.

A Review of Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

There's all this bunk about Breaking Dawn, the (hopefully) last book in S. Meyer's Twilight series. There are really no words to describe how mind numbingly bad these books are, and Breaking Dawn has to be the worst thing ever published since Anne Rice went Christ-nut.

If you've read the first few books, you know that Bella is a whiny bitch, Edward's a controlling abusive bastard, and Jacob is the only redeeming quality of the whole series. Add the ever-mounting misogynism and heterocentrism, and it's no surprise that Stephenie Meyer is a devout Mormon housewife, though it is a bit of a mystery how she achieved her degree in English. It probably has something to do with going to BYU, a.k.a. The Party School for All Those Hopeless Utah Prudes.

Of course, most people knew from the start that Twilight was just dreamy self-insert fiction, because, really, who the hell publishes a story about the sparkling vampire they saw in a mystical dream in which they were in a utopian meadow. However, it does worry me how many gullible young girls got sucked into the cult and didn't snap out of it when Breaking Dawn came out.

Why am I so worried? How about I make a list of the main themes of BD:

• Bella gets pregnant with a mutant child who is eating her insides, and refuses abortion, because teh poor lwettle babiez.
• Edward becomes an ever more controlling bastard.
• Bella decides that she's too good for college and becomes Edward's lovely little powerless housewife.
• Jacob imprints on Bella's daughter, completely ruining the only good character in the book.
• Bella becomes a delightful little Mary Sue of a vampire.

Therefore completely wiping clean a hundred years of struggling for equality just so that poor little deprived Meyer (who has 3 kids) can have her happy ending with her abusive vampire dream-boy.

And thus another reason to hate religion. Brainwashing people by trying to use love as an excuse for unequality, misogyny, pedophilia, and homophobia. Really fucking classy.

-Com, who hates the institution of marriage and will not be caught without a Ph.D by the time she's thirty.

Dammit. I need a....cracker?

So I finally caved and got a Twitter, which I'm really starting to regret because it's damn addicting. Plus I think it's hilarious how they use the word "follow." Was the cultish aspect of that an accident or deliberate? Oh well.

So I've been eagerly following the fallout of the Christ on a Cracker incident, and, for the most part, laughing my head off at it all. You know you're in really high times when people get death threats over cartoons and crackers. I'm tempted to attempt this kind of blasphemy myself - hey, it could be fun. Think of all the things one could do.....

In other news, I've been procrastinating on pretty much everything (it's summer, what do you expect?) and so I doubt that I'll be getting anything much done on The Darkened Face of Heaven until fall. I have a mound of homework to do, plus other stuff I actually volunteered to do, and, to top it all off, a wedding to go to. Which is going to be just dandy, because I'm going to feel so incredibly welcome in a church in east Texas while my sister goes willingly into holy slavery...I mean, matrimony. My opinion of marriage isn't high to begin with, and when you put religion into it it goes from "tolerated" to "abhorred" pretty quickly.

I also have to read Tom Sawyer and When the Legends Die, the latter of which will probably put me to sleep. I hate survival books. The only really good survival book I know is Hatchet, and The Call of the Wild in close second. All the others bored me to death. I just hope we don't have to read Narnia. The only thing worse than C.S. Lewis is C.S. Lewis trying to be imaginative and compelling. He would have been better off writing technical manuals.

Because my muse is nonexistent today, I present you with one of my inspirations for my book. This song is on Within Temptation's Heart of Everything CD, which is one of my favorite CDs ever. They are a lot like Nightwish, but without the Heavy Metal aspect for the most part.

Blinded to see the cruelty of the beast
It is the darker side of me
The veil of my dreams deceived all I have seen
Forgive me for what I have been
Forgive me my sins

Pray for me 'cause I have lost my faith in holy wars
Is paradise denied to me 'cause I can take no more?
Has darkness taken over me, consumed my mortal soul
All my virtues sacrificed, can Heaven be so cruel?

-The Truth Beneath the Rose by Within Temptation

To the fundies...

If you don't want me to think you're stupid, then for the love of the whales, don't ask stupid questions. Really, the basic ones are fun at first, but they really start to get on your nerves - morals, hatred, Pascal's Wager, etc. And then there's the question of reason for living. Pfft. Like Christians have any reason for living beyond popping kids out, fearing going to hell for suicide, and annoying me. So. I've compiled a not-so-short list of why I live.

I live for knowledge
I live for experience
I live for the places
I live for the faces
I live for the mountains
I live for the glaciers
I live for the valleys
And earthquakes, what shakers.

I live for the whales
I live for the oceans
I live for the waves
And icebergs well frozen
I live for the cats
I live for the dogs
I live for the rats
I live for the hogs.

I live for ice cream
I live for love
I live for chocolate
(More so the above)
I live for family
I live for friends
I live for the sun
The moon its pretense.

I live to be big
And I live to be small
I live for the life
That we have in us all
I live for the sunset
And for the sunrise
I live for the things
I can see with my eyes.

So, you can see
My life is complete
Really it is - you can never compete
I strive to be great
But remember I'm small
Something we have to keep in mind
In the conscience of all
I have no great plan
I have no destiny
I have only the places
Where my dreams can take me.

-Com

Oh His Noodley Appendage, I'm Insane

I am now considering Geology for a career (or, if you want to get technical, field of study).

Why yes, I am insane.

I can't in good conscience live off poetry - I love poetry to bits, but I also get depressed very easily if I'm not exposed to new things. To give you a little perspective: I love school and learning, but I get completely and utterly exhausted by the monotony of it all. There's also little to no money in poetry unless you write something of the caliber of Shakespeare, which, in today's world, is akin to drilling oil from a water fountain.

To further convince you that my choice is not completely wacko, I present my case: creativity is directly linked to depression. No joke. I've seen it happen, in others and in myself. Name one creative person that didn't go through depression in one way or another - Beethoven? Yep. Van Gogh? Yep. Edgar Allan Poe? Yesiree. Hemingway? You got it. Plus, I have most of the respected scientific community on my side. Not that you care if you're a cdesign proponentsist, in which case I invite you to - ah, yes, where was I...

I'm thinking Geology for several reasons. For one, I want to travel. Desperately. Two, I love rocks, what makes up rocks, what effects rocks, and why everyone should think rocks are sexy. Three, I want to by able to have a talk with a cdesign proponentsist, point out a rock three feet away, and observe that it is older than their dear old sky pixie. And four...well, it sounds pretty cool.

I'm currently looking into Canadian Universities, because Canada is awesome, but if you drop me a line on some good geology programs anywhere, Canada, U.S. (not Jesusland, preferably - above the Mason-Dixon line), the Federated States of Micronesia, anywhere, I'll love you forever.

Now, on to poetry. In this particular poem, I wanted to convey a sort of transition - nature is reclaiming the earth, but parts of our legacy still remains, whether that is good or bad. The burnt cross symbolizes something sinister whose mask has been torn off - people seek comfort in crosses, but when you take away the false face you see the evil underneath. I'll leave you to consider what everything else in this poem means - as I've said before, things can be interpreted however you like (and I love to hear how you interpret them!).

Sunlight is a lethargic thing
Falling lazily across the forest floor
Leaves drift down from the tree tops
From a fall sky of cerulean blue.
A creek runs between shining rocks
A can washes upon a concrete shore
Where the remnants of ashes are blown by a cool wind
Where a burnt wooden cross still laughs in glee at the destruction.

-Com

For Those of You Haven't Heard

For those of you who haven't heard
"I'm not Christian," those are dirty words
Why don't we shut up? Why do we cry out?
What really is it we're crying about?

You know, I've been thinking and have come to the conclusion that America isn't so different from the various demockcracies (intentional misspelling) in the Middle East. Let me present a hypothetical situation - say Iraq is one of the most advanced countries in the world instead of the US, the the US is just a minuscule little thorn in the side of this superpower. Now, say Iraq decides to invade and completely redefine our government "for our own good." If we had a dictator in power, sure thing, come on in, but get the hell out once you get him/her out of power. Assume that, like the US, Iraq decides to mill around in our country, mess with our values, and turn us into mini-Iraq. We have every right to be indignant, yes?

This is why I wouldn't put it past Bush (or McCain, for that matter) to start their very own Holy War. They don't seem capable of thinking things through. If Iraq wants to be a third world cow pen, leave them alone and give them a slap in the face whenever they try to impose their rules on us. However, we have no right to slap them in the face when we are imposing so much on them. That's why I think stopping the violence is a moot point as long as we're doing the same thing to them. If we want to end this war and everything that it's caused, we need to step back, take a few deep breaths, and talk. To hell with not negotiating with terrorists - talking does not necessarily mean negotiating. All we have to do is sit down and say "You stay out of our business and we'll stay out of yours as long as your people are content in how they are living."

It is not some holier than thou country's business to impose a new kind of government on a country that obviously doesn't understand or want that kind of government. Let's step back and let them blow each other up - we don't need to get in the middle of it. Hell, let them wipe each other off the map. The international community will thank you for it. I give no sympathy to a militant religion that created its own problems.

Why, hello there God!
Your definition is rather broad
Your as jealous as a child
And your son isn't mild
Indeed, you're more fit for a fraud

You've made your point
I'm stuck in Hell Joint
While I'm burning
You're learning
What it's like when followers disappoint

They're hypocrites, the lot of them
From them so called "goodness" stems
But hear your son revel
He's upstairs with the devil
Yes, indeed, this is a problem.

-Com, who likes being sarcastic and biting.

I Seem to Have Returned

Well, I've been having tons of fun this last week up in Santa Fe! Just got back home around 7 (Mountain Time) and had dinner. I have much to discuss.

Santa Fe is the capital of New Mexico, in the middle of the high desert. That means it has both trees and cacti - whereas El Paso, where I live, has....cacti and sand. It's also basically the oldest city in the United States. Now, I know what you're thinking - wouldn't that be back east with all the colonies and what not? No, my dear friends, the Spanish and Native Americans were here ages before the English.

You see, around here, old doesn't mean colonial old. Old means 2000 year old Cliff Dwellings in southern Colorado and 3000 year old Mayan temples down in central America. As it turns out, Santa Fe has one of the oldest stucco houses in the US - there were people originally on the land even back in 1200 AD. Now it's a little adobe house with tiny doors, which is right next to the oldest church in the US, San Miguel, built in 1610. Despite being an atheist/anarchist/sinful wrongdoer, I love old churches. We have 3 just a little bit newer (late 1600s, early 1700s) here in El Paso. Santa Fe has them all over the place, including a gorgeous Gothic chapel called Loretto and the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi (animal dude). The Cathedral is the largest of them all, and our hotel was about 50 feet down the road from it - you can imagine the commotion the bell caused every hour!

I hate new churches, but the older ones are very restful places - they're one of the few places you can go these days in a city and be guaranteed peace and quiet. I'd like to think that one day all churches will be seldom-used antiquated pieces of art (at least the nice ones. Tear down the awful ones made in whatever building they could find).

Moving on, we were in Santa Fe for two reasons: My father had a conference on Non-Linear optics and had to do some research at the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum of Art.

A vastly simplified and probably somewhat inaccurate explanation of non-linear optics: basically using light and fiber optics in the place of electricity and cables.

As for the art museum: My father, a chemist, is working on a project which allows you to protect great works of art from being damaged by light by taking out the frequencies you don't need. You see, light fades artwork eventually, and by taking out unneeded colors in white light you can give that work a much longer life expectancy.

At the non-linear optics conference, we met with some of my dad's old friends, including the guy who, mark my words, is going to cure cancer. They haven't been able to do human trials yet - they'll be using dogs soon - but he predicts that he'll be able to cure something like lung cancer in an out-patient procedure that lasts six days and has none of the side effects that chemotherapy and radiation do. Seriously awesome stuff.

At the Georgia O'Keeffe thing, we heard a lecture on Georgia O'Keeffe (great southwest painter), Ansel Adams (black and white photographer and one of my inspirations for my own occasional venture into photography) and various other artists. Ansel Adams' son was actually there, which was pretty awesome. It was very posh - artists remind me of myself a little too much for comfort. We're intellectual, aloof, and usually a bit egotistic.

On a side trip, we also visited the New Mexico Museum of Art, the New Mexico Capital Building (which is minimalist yet gorgeous), and The Palace of the Governors, the old capital building on the plaza (square). They all had tons of nice art, and the Palace of the Governors had these huge old tapestries that depicted battles with the Native Americans. It also had some great stuff from central American tribes (Aztec, Maya, etc.).

All the buildings, ALL of them, are adobe, and there are actually rules against towering skyscrapers. Everything is low to the ground and lets you look around and see everything there is to see. The town has lots of character - Native Americans beating on drums in the plaza, playing guitars, hell, I even saw a guy on an accordion. The culture is lovely.

And, to tie this into what the blog is actually about, I saw TONS of humanist/atheist/tolerance bumper stickers. More than I'd ever seen in one place. All the places sell crosses and crap, but the city is actually very liberal despite its small town homey face. It reminds me a lot of a European style city. If you ever get the chance, I definitely recommend visiting.

Lingering among the waves
In froths of white sea foam
The sat a form along the rocks
Restless in its exile

The ocean churns beneath its feet
Longing for the cliffs
Where whitewashed rocks of ivory
Are slowly carved smooth

The seabirds call in quieting
As the storm rolls in
Shadows cast over the hills
Which shiver in the din

For which answer does he stoop to find
And risk the tremulous seas?
Where sharks prowl and water
Swallows all that you might see?

-Com, tired but wired

Limericks Are The Bane of My Existence

No, really, I can never get them quite right. In any case, I finally got around the next poem, and took the challenge of doing something that resembled a limerick in a lazy, unhinged kind of way.

People shouting in the rain
Chaos looming, a sad song’s refrain
Twenty men in a shrouded room
Conspire quietly what to do
Their actions the future explain.

A leader falls as siege is laid
A helpful cover the silence made
Order lost in a flow of fright
Working quietly through the night
Easy to see what they’re all afraid.

Anyone who can guess the dual meaning of "twenty men" gets a cookie.

My exam went well, pretty easy actually. I love some aspects of mathematics, though some parts just annoy me. My brain went blank at the end of it, so I had to guess - I completely forgot how to find the x-intercept of a linear equation. The people taking the test with me were mostly "future criminals," as I like to call kids who get in trouble all the time because they think it makes them look cool. I was a tiny bit paranoid about not letting any of them cheat off me.

I'm now displaying a scarlet "F" under my scarlet "A" (ironic, no?) for High School Freethinkers. I'm basically in high school already, and I will be officially this fall, so I don't see any problem with it. Young intellectuals need to start coming out of their shells and need to be told that it's cool to be smart, even despite what their so-called "friends" say. In my own case, I quickly dismiss people who think it's cool to be brainless slackers. It's not cool, it's anti-intellectual, condescending, and it should be a criminal offense to encourage it.

Speaking of condescending anti-intellectualism, a new bit of stupidity from Minnesota has cropped up.

A Muslim high school student's intolerance for a service dog needed by a student teacher with a disability has reportedly prompted the student teacher to abandon the last 10 hours of his scheduled assignment at Technical High School in St. Cloud, Minn. (© 2008 WorldNetDaily)

What the? Really, if I wanted to hear about stuff like this, I'd subscribe to Saudi Arabia Today. While I respect that this teacher would be disturbed by something like this, they really should have stood up for themselves instead of bowing out to someone spouting crap like that. I do love cultural diversity, but cultural diversity does NOT mean you can walk into a foreign country and expect them to bend to fit your dogma's rules (pun intended). Islam may find canines unclean, but we treasure them as friends and family pets. If you don't like it, go back to your third world country.

I've actually heard of this happening before - a lady in a heavily Muslim community was discriminated against because of her service dog. She would walk into the supermarket, someone would scream, and instead of the managers escorting the screaming person out, they evicted the lady with the perfectly calm, nice dog who she needed to get around because of a disability.

Let me make this clear: I don't give a damn what your two thousand year old book says. This is the twenty first century, you're (albeit delusional) adults, stop your immature whining.

Apparently, the student also threatened to kill the dog. Why does this not surprise me? Why don't we just set up Future Jihadists of America while we're at it? We can put it right next to George Bush's Hitler Youth.

Sigh. My country depresses me. This is why I'm planning to a) go to college somewhere else or b) go the college in the US but do overseas programs for the majority of my time there. I need to see things for myself before I'm as blindly patriotic as it seems everyone here is.

-Com

For Those of You Who Are Wondering

"Deörk" rhymes with "jerk." Why, you ask, do I use such a perplexing pen name? Because people have a tendency to misspell the real version, which is vastly similar and vastly more simple, and making it even harder reflects my slightly vindictive nature. Yes, I will most likely be publishing under the name Deörk, so keep an eye out in, oh, a year or so. (This is a novel. I'm just starting Chapter Two. Patience, people.)

Unfortunately, I have no snippets today, as I got caught up arguing Quantum Theory and perception with my father over e-mail. Yes, I do argue with my own family members over e-mail. I have no oral communication skills whatsoever, which is why I have to write. Basically it went somewhere along the lines of how someone more evolved than you can resemble a god-like being. I pointed out that "god-like" does not mean "god." Grapes can be "wine-like," but that doesn't mean they're wine. How did we get on the subject of Quantum Theory and perception?

Einstein, of course! Apparently a letter has been found that is being auctioned off, wherein he calls the Bible "primitive" and "pretty childish."

End dignity here.

Take that fundies! That's what we call evidence! I bet you can't come up with that for your sky pixie! Ha!

Restart dignity here.

Anyway, Heisenberg and Schroedinger discovered Quantum Theory, which should have developed earlier, but early physicists couldn't fathom the thought of there being a element of chance in their precious field of high mathematics. This element of chance is why religious dimwits jump on the field and rip its perfectly nice set of rules to shreds so it will fit their agenda.

In any case, as Dawkins pointed out in The God Delusion, the religious would jump all over the findings of something that allowed "God" to exist, whereas they would reject something that disproves his/her existence on the basis of faith. A right bunch of hypocrites, don't you know.

Abandoning scientific matters for the day, my Algebra exam is tomorrow, starting at I believe 8:30 AM. How I'm supposed to complete anything of such a subject that early is beyond me - my brain resists working before 9:30 on most days. For this reason, I'm fairly terrified of going to high school this fall after being home schooled for a year in which I was allowed to sleep in longer than five minutes. Plus, you know, whoop-de-doo for being a Freshman. I absolutely can't wait to hear what everyone has to say about the fact that I snark left and right when given the chance to speak. Hopefully I can hold my tongue before calling the entire school an incompetent bunch of unwashed Vogon cabin boys.

-Com, 14-year-old who makes references to Douglas Adams in most of her insults.

The Blondes Lead the Blind

Still pondering politics, in the middle of studying for an exam on Wednesday, so I'm not really getting anywhere on either playing field. With little hope for inspiration, I've been listening to Streetlight Manifesto, which I would highly recommend. Ska is very much an acquired taste, but it's great when you've got a feel for it. Most of their songs allude to religion in one way or another, whether it be vaguely or "in your face atheism," as some have put it. The solar storm poem is going well, it may be one of my favorites from the whole project, even as I'm just working my way into Chapter Two. A little bit of it...

Particles colliding in the night
A show before the storm
As satellites crash through the atmosphere
Leaving burning trails across the sky.

And in the glittering cities
Where people have paused to watch the lights
The electricity will soon go out
And plunge them into darkness.

In other news, Christians are praying for the end of the world! I would be glad to see them go, but who am I supposed to write about when they're all gone? I suppose Islam could work, but the US just doesn't have enough to make as big an impact as they need to for the story to work. In any case, should they be taken in rapture, I call dibs on the nicest cars.

Minnesota is officially getting my Stupid of the Week award, following this little bit of insanity in the classroom.

Three small-town eighth-graders in Minnesota were suspended by their principal for not standing Thursday morning for the Pledge of Allegiance, violating a district policy that the principal now says may soon be reworded to protect free speech rights.

Ever heard of the First Amendment? It's a handy little passage in the Bill of Rights. Obviously, it's the History teachers in Minnesota who need to be suspended for letting these "administrators" graduate. For what it's worth, I don't stand for the Pledge either, so I applaud these kids for sitting tall in the face of opposition. If we want a healthy America, intelligence needs to start early.

How To Cause the Collapse of Modern Society 101

So I was watching the Discovery Channel, and got really into a show on what would happen if a giant solar storm hit the Earth. This may actually be the missing link I was looking for. I had to have a way for most of the world's systems to collapse, and I couldn't well blame that on the fundamentalists, as they're bumbling bureaucrats who bide their time waiting. How I'm going to write a poem about a solar storm, I have no idea.

This had been an issue mostly because I needed something that would knock out technology, not people. I had contemplated a meteor strike, but, for one, it would take millions of years for the planet to recover. Two, it would wipe out the human race, and we can't have that. Who am I supposed to torture without anyone around!? A solar storm is perfect because, if no steps were taken, it would knock out the transformers for a good few years, giving the fundies time to conspire the eventual destruction of our government infrastructure. We'd be so wrapped up in providing aid and emergency services, and pretty much preventing chaos, that they could do it pretty easily.

There still is the problem of how I get Manhattan to go back to rolling hills in less than a thousand years. Having also seen After People I know this is going to be tricky. It would be helpful if there was something that could level the skyscrapers.

I'll be pondering it. For now, another snippet.

It started so long ago
Nobody knows for sure
The Church keeps it hidden
They’ve always been good at lying.

It is said that the sky rained fire
Shining objects falling from the heavens
That carriages without horses
Once charged over the fields we sow

Don't worry - I'll soon be introducing the characters that I'll be following through the story. What, you thought I was going to write purely on vague theory?

-Com

An Introduction of Sorts

My name here shall be Comanche, or Com for short, as my real name is irrelevant until the time in which I manage to get published (even then I'll probably end up writing under a pseudonym, per request by the family). I'm a young atheist who likes to make a stir. I love to get people to ask questions and not take anything at face value. The book I'm working on right now is called The Darkened Face of Heaven, and is a collection of connected poems in which the world isn't quite the same one we live in today. It is my view on what the world might become if we continue in the same direction that religious fundamentalists would like us to. You ask me, why write poetry? Why not non-fiction?

The thing is, a lot of people don't read non-fiction heavily. Intellectuals, yes, but the average person? Hardly at all. Through poetry, I hope to strike a cord that resonates with a community focused mainly on media, circumstance, and the drama that surrounds an increasingly materialistic world. Poetry also allows me to be biting, eloquent, and a little vague. My poems are open to interpretation, and I'm always eager to hear what you see in them that may differ from what I see in them.

Since I really am hoping to get this published, I'll only be posting snippets here. To start off, the poem which the first chapter is named for, Burning Books.

Burning books
Have a peculiar smell
As smoke wafts
Above the treetops
Like knowledge escaping
To be written again.

I should probably also mention that most of these don't follow any set criteria - I write what comes to mind with little regard for mechanics. However, there will be some rhythm and rhyme later on. I will also be discussing the news, and how different items of the world's happenings will figure into this story.

That said...I have work to do, and I will be going back to public school this fall (yes, I am that young) and will be dealing with the various terrifying things that make me as misanthropic as I am. I will try to be consistent in posting, though.

-Com