Various thoughts by Jeetan.

Friday, July 28, 2006

A vow to vow to wow

In that desperate moment
when the first tear departs from your cheek
like raindrops finally parting from a leaf
I want to be there
ready to lend you my hand.

In that contagious moment
when you can not stop yourself from
allowing the laughter that flows within
I want to be there
ready to lend you my smile.

In that sacred moment
when you must confess
because the geiser within just won't allow you to continue
I want to be there
ready to lend you my arms.

In that secret moment
when you think its time to finally
share your hopes, dreams and fears
I want to be there
ready to lend you my ears.

In all those moments
and so many more
I want to be able to cherish the time we spend
I want to be there
ready to share my soul.

Hanging with the Hangman

Poem inspired by the song "Berlin Chair" by You Am I. (Or is this better than both?) ;)

You can't hear what I'm saying, if what I'm saying is true
instead you enjoy turning my hate into something shiny and new
Oh how did I make the mistake of saying "I do"?
But that is just the way it is, until the arrival of next weeks issue.

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Let's take a chance to know and see it through
My cold hand is here for you to take anew
I'll give you the pleasure of re-tightening my noose

And did you really think again, that thinking again was going to be the clue
that youve been searching for, so you could search for the truth
Blast this life, blast it all, for ever making me blue
But I'd give it all away if I could just change the venue

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Let's take a chance to know and see it through
My cold hand is here for you to take anew
Would you give me the pleasure of re-tightening your noose

I'm wide awake tonight, craving for the "early birds stew"
The rising sun chasing the the setting moon is my cue
To rush to the hills, chase after my decimated crew
for they know not, what they know, is that they know they are screwed

If you wait, I'll give all my eggs to you
Why won't you take a chance, let's see what we can go through
My cold hand is here for you to take
I'll slide down my high-chair
and let you lean on me 'till I break.

(It's too late, too late, too late).

"Berlin Chair" by You Am I

Ok, so I looked up the lyrics to this song (that I used to love in High School), and realized what I thought were the lyrics were not. I would like to compare "my version" to the real version. Please, honestly, tell me which one you like better (the changed parts are in parenthesis in CAPS).

Real version:
If half of what I'm saying, of what I'm saying, is true
(YOU CAN'T HEAR WHAT I'M SAYING, IF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE)
When you rub my head, make it all shiny and new
(YOU HAVE CHANGED MY HEAD, MADE IT ALL SHINY AND NEW)
And you drag my coat-tails, drag my coat-tails down
(AND YOU'VE DRAGGED MY COAT-TAILS, DRAGGED MY COAT-TAILS DOWN)
And I'll be the only cold-assed king around
(NOW I'M THE ONLY COLD-ASSED KING AROUND)

If you wait, Ill give all my aches to you
(IF YOU WAIT, ILL GIVE ALL MY EGGS TO YOU)
Takes the chance to ignore what you are going through
(TAKE THE CHANCE TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH)
My cold hand is there for you to take
(if you leave, can I fall down) <-(this is the background voice)
(CAN I FALL DOWN)
I'm your Berlin Chair, won't you lean on me 'til I break
MY BERLIN CHAIR, WONT YOU LEAN ON ME 'TILL i BREAK

I'll ignore each golden dragging kiss you can give
(I'LL IGNORE EACH GOLDEN DRAGON KISS YOU CAN GIVE)
On the blankest face you ever had to forgive
I'M THE BLANKEST FACE YOU EVER HAPPEN TO GIVE
If you see my fallings, see my failings through
Im the re-run that you always force yourself to sit through

***

Well you're too late
too late
too late
too late

***: The 2nd verse is repeated here.

So which one is better (honestly)? :)

Friday, July 14, 2006

Fitty Cent?...Please, 25 Cent makes more sense

Ok, obviously 25 Cent sounds like the worst Rap name ever. I'm not entirely serious here. I'm serious in that it would be a "cool" name (and I will explain why), but I recognize that the name "Twenty-Five Cent" doesn't quite roll of the mouth the same way as "Fitty Cent".

So here is my argument. In English and American parlance (actually it is all but dead in todays world, I'm talking about historical), people used to talk about money in fractions. For example, 1/8th of a dollar was called "one bit". Thus, 25 cents were called "two bits".

Well, if 25 cents = two bits...than 25 cent = "two bit" right? It's like one of those New York Times crossword puzzles...., like if the question is "personal abbr."...than the answer is in abbreviated form!

The reason why this would make sense is, well, 50 Cent is supposed to be a "Gangsta Rapper", and therefore he garners the image of being a "criminal"...or in other words "a two-bit crook"!

Hmm, so does not 25 Cent seem like an appropriate name? True, it sounds terrible, but it is appropriate no?! LOL :)

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Hope

I remember when I was in High School I used to love writing quotes on chalkboards. They were just random thoughts churned out "in the moment", but I used to love to do it. One quote, I still recall to this day. I would like to post it, and I am hoping (and I fear that I am putting my hope and faith in the wrong hands here) people will post their thoughts (and views) on the quote itself. Lucky for me, life has tempered my (what used to be) eternal optimism, with a strong dose of "realism". Here goes...

Hope is the belief in the improbable, not the impossible. When you beat improbable odds one can chalk it up to luck, faith, chance, science, or whatever your disposition may be....but when you beat impossible odds, that is when you have committed a miracle.

The "EE Cummings Challenge"!

Hmm, so I have been challenged...or so I believe it might be true. Either way, I always hate to disappoint, and this is no exception. Recently the poem (not sure what the name is, so I will call it) "when god decided to invent" was posted on someones blog. A challenge was posted that there may be interest in knowing what those who like to dissect things (and, other than animals, I love to dissect everything) think of the poem. Well, I am never one to shy from a challenge, so...here is the poem, and than my response. I must admit, I have no "conclusive" theory, so if I seem to rant in my response...its true, I'm just stalling. :p

when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began

when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because

A short poem, but one that is "bubbling" with contents. I will begin with the first verse...

EE Cummings (and this is not the only poem where he does it) loves to play with a stanzas "order", and in doing so adds depth to the pieces. In this example, if one was to read the poem "straight", it may not sound normal. I mean, "when god decided to invent" does, but what does "everything he took one" mean? Or what really is "breath bigger than a cirustent" unto itself?

I would argue that its not supposed to make sense...or rather, that it is meant to suggest a state of "orderly disorder". The poem itself makes sense, but not in the conventionally read "straight" form. The value of "orderly disorder" is heightened by the topic. The first verse talks about creation, while the second verse talks about destruction (or does it?!). EE Cummings often used the form of a poem to make points. There is a famous poem by Cummings about a falling leaf, where the words are stacked, as if to suggest they are falling. The form is not meant to be apart of the "meaning itself" (the literal words), but rather an ancillary aspect of the whole effect of the poem...and yes, I guess in that sense, the meaning itself.

So than with that in mind, what do the words themselves display. The first verse suggests that when god decides to invent, he/she/it (the poet uses "he", but I do not agree with this. I will not be so presumptive as to suggest I know the gender of "god"...or for that matter, to suggest that there is in fact a gender whatseover) acts, and it occurs. It is as simple as taking a breath...yet, as difficult as taking a breath the size of a "circustent". For human-scale, this is quite a preposterous feat. I guess that's why "he" is "god"! The use of the word circustent is interesting too. Circustent is properly spelled as two words: circus tent. Why would the poet choose a contracted form? To be completely honest, I can not surmize a reason.

The first verse therefore talks about the will of god, and how deciding to invent and doing so were of simple will. It shows: 1. the ability of god...that once the decision is made, the ability to do so is facile. 2. that god willed it to be.

The second will is about man, as opposed to god. Notice how when man decides, it takes longer. It is not of simple will, but requires far more energy. Man is clearly not as "capable" as god, and therefore can not just "take a breath and make it so". Notice also what man does. Man picks the "was of shall" (or thats how I read it). Well, what is "the was of shall"? I would argue that the "the was of shall" is that which WAS that made man say SHALL. It is that innate reason that makes us say "I SHALL do this". Notice how god decides, and than does...and in doing, invents. Man, instead, chooses to destroy, not create...and the vehicle of destruction is picking the "the was of shall". Man only finds why. Finding "why" when one looks (contemplates) into "the was of shall" means that man realized WHY there was a WAS, that created a SHALL. What is mans response to this realization?...smashing "it into because".

Well what is "it"? (HAHA, is the song "Epic" by Faith No More referring to THIS poem when the line "What is IT?" is constantly repeated?! Ok, now I'm really looking into things). IT can either be "the was of shall", or "because". If it is "the was of shall" than the verse suggests that man realizes why, and therefore that realization makes him destroy the reason behind his SHALL, with a because. Well, because is a very blunt response. It is a I WILL IT response. It is quite similar to "god invented...and everything began". On the other hand, if IT is the "because", than the verse suggests that the why makes man destroy the "because"...as in the questioning itself. Which one it is, I'm not certain, but I suspect it is the first one actually.

If indeed it is the second one (that man destroys the "because"), well than it suggests that man fails. That mans will is not strong enough to act, and succeed. Does this mean that man fails in destroying himself? Or perhaps it suggests that is the ACTUAL vehicle of destroying himself...the failure to succeed in acting?!

There is more to the form itself though actually. Notice how the 1st verse has a 8-7-8-7 scheme. Well, I'm not sure what the 8 is about, but 7 is considered "gods number". The second verse is a 8-6-8-6 scheme. Again, I don't know what 8 is about, but 6 is considered "the number of man". Is it a coincidence that the first verse is about god, and the second is about man? I think not!

This scheme actually makes me questions whether the IT is not the 2nd one (the because), since man has not ascended into a 7 syllable line...but stays at the 6 syllables.

In the end, I think the poem is showing how WILL itself is what makes god...well, god. God wills, and it becomes....and its not difficult to god at all. Whereas, for man, acting itself is work...it is not easy. Yet, in the verse, man recognizes, realizes, and acts god-like, in that the WHY is what allows man to act WILLfully. In the end, BECAUSE signifies a power of will, and the determination of action itself.

I hope I have passed the test by the way. :p

Saturday, July 01, 2006

The Sweetest Smell

I can not enjoy the sweetest scent
instead I taste the rose's thorns
I can not enjoy the firmament
because somehow I feel foresworn

What did I do to deserve this
Why am I treated this way
I beg forgiveness for the past
please let me enjoy today.

I can not enjoy the sight of her smile
it is like staring at crocodile teeth
I can not enjoy us walking for miles
with these coals under my feet.

Where did it all go wrong
I thought it was heaven sent
but if thats true
than how can you
be the reason for my
disillusionment.

I remember the warm spring nights
and the talk of a future bell
but somehow that dream has become
a nightmare...my own personal hell.

I remember underestimating what I had
perhaps like HaSatan I fell
but now all I recognize
is the stench
of what used to be "my sweetest smell"