Post by xiakha on Sept 30, 2007 18:34:03 GMT 1
Hey y'all out there.
I guess I disappeared for a time. School keeps me busy.
I forgot I had an account here.
I'll use this thread to post poems and such I guess.
...So, stuff.
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Progress, On the Illusion Of
Progression and Regression yield Digression.
But what does it matter the way the river flows?
When we have not a clue which way the river goes?
It’s a quaint comfort, devoutly to be wished
To understand the workings of the brain of the fish.
But why board this societal ship if we
Are not prepared to bear arms against the sea?
Progression
The age old evocation,
“As long as it is moving forward, choose any direction”
Progress! And who to tell us what is progress,
And what is not? Phaedrus?
But for once he is quiet in reverie,
His ineffable Quality does not lie there.
And Regression
Progression’s Corruption?
Or perhaps it is simply progress in the wrong direction,
But is it not then one and the same?
Similar products of the same old con game
Perhaps you can tell us where the pretty lady lies
For the rest of these followers have no eyes.
Yield Digression.
Are we looking for ascension of this human condition,
Or just conservation of time honored tradition?
Choose any direction, as long as it is in motion
Because human beings cannot stand stagnation.
So if our prophets, Huxleian or Orwellian are right
Then we will not go quietly into the night.
And as we fight this insurrection,
Is it really (r)evolution?
—But I digress.
Good.
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Madness? I Dare Say, This is Actually Sparta.
I pray you take back your assumption that this is all just a brief elapse of better judgment, a sudden loss of good and/or common sense, or as you so rudely put it, insanity.
There is no doubt, no possible source of confusion to lead you to think otherwise that this happens to be a Greek City-State of a proud, fierce war-like nature. As a result, as you may have observed, its inhabitants are also similarly proud, fierce, and war-like, ready to take on your so called “thousand armies” and do so with a smile and without fear of death. So in short, I believe you can safely come to the conclusion that what you are witnessing at this moment is a way of life passed from father to son for generations that you so arrogantly believed to be a fleeting bout of “Madness.”
I shall now proceed to gracefully and artistically slowly kick you into a rather large and hazardous well that one day we will perhaps install safety railings around, but for now, let it be a symbol of the trouble you have just involved your people in with your poorly considered words, ironic for the reason I pointed out before, as there is plenty of earth and water that you desire so greatly within the well, and a literal and figurative casting into the void for you personally.
I bid you good day.
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There was more. I could have sworn there was more.
I'll see if I can't find them on my old computer.
I guess I disappeared for a time. School keeps me busy.
I forgot I had an account here.
I'll use this thread to post poems and such I guess.
...So, stuff.
---
Progress, On the Illusion Of
Progression and Regression yield Digression.
But what does it matter the way the river flows?
When we have not a clue which way the river goes?
It’s a quaint comfort, devoutly to be wished
To understand the workings of the brain of the fish.
But why board this societal ship if we
Are not prepared to bear arms against the sea?
Progression
The age old evocation,
“As long as it is moving forward, choose any direction”
Progress! And who to tell us what is progress,
And what is not? Phaedrus?
But for once he is quiet in reverie,
His ineffable Quality does not lie there.
And Regression
Progression’s Corruption?
Or perhaps it is simply progress in the wrong direction,
But is it not then one and the same?
Similar products of the same old con game
Perhaps you can tell us where the pretty lady lies
For the rest of these followers have no eyes.
Yield Digression.
Are we looking for ascension of this human condition,
Or just conservation of time honored tradition?
Choose any direction, as long as it is in motion
Because human beings cannot stand stagnation.
So if our prophets, Huxleian or Orwellian are right
Then we will not go quietly into the night.
And as we fight this insurrection,
Is it really (r)evolution?
—But I digress.
Good.
---
Madness? I Dare Say, This is Actually Sparta.
I pray you take back your assumption that this is all just a brief elapse of better judgment, a sudden loss of good and/or common sense, or as you so rudely put it, insanity.
There is no doubt, no possible source of confusion to lead you to think otherwise that this happens to be a Greek City-State of a proud, fierce war-like nature. As a result, as you may have observed, its inhabitants are also similarly proud, fierce, and war-like, ready to take on your so called “thousand armies” and do so with a smile and without fear of death. So in short, I believe you can safely come to the conclusion that what you are witnessing at this moment is a way of life passed from father to son for generations that you so arrogantly believed to be a fleeting bout of “Madness.”
I shall now proceed to gracefully and artistically slowly kick you into a rather large and hazardous well that one day we will perhaps install safety railings around, but for now, let it be a symbol of the trouble you have just involved your people in with your poorly considered words, ironic for the reason I pointed out before, as there is plenty of earth and water that you desire so greatly within the well, and a literal and figurative casting into the void for you personally.
I bid you good day.
---
There was more. I could have sworn there was more.
I'll see if I can't find them on my old computer.
