Meyerpires and Bear Love

In class tonight I found the topic of the Governor's General Awards and the controversy over When Everything Feels like the Movies winning very interesting (kay, maybe only kinda!). First of all, while I have no idea whether or not the book is something I'd enjoy reading, let alone think is well written, I am happy that the book that won isn't a piece of work written by some prude who wants to ignore the fact that young people do NOT live in bubbles (at least, not the majority of them).

Being only nineteen, I still enjoy a well written YA novel, but also find the genre to be very limiting due to the stigma associated with writing about larger, key happenings in life that are considered too 'mature' for younger adults. In high school, I really had a hard time finding books targeted at my age group that actually interested me, or helped me connect to the world I was growing up in. I had books like The Perks of Being a Wallflower that touched on some of the subject matter that mattered to me, but for that one slightly shiny gem there were a hundred trash-ridden novels. And, of course, the few books I loved such as Perks were often listed as 'banned' in the States. Parents in Kamloops at one point tried to ban the book from a classroom, though from the reasoning it appeared they hadn't even read it! Most often the books that tried to explain topics like sex, drug use, mental illness, and abuse were dumbed down and censored to the point that there really was no point. I don't believe a book has to discuss taboo or controversial topics to be well written or interesting, but I do believe that if the author chooses to cover those topics it shouldn't read like some terrible informercials about 'why drugs are bad' or 'how depressed people are really sad'. 

There's my rant. I could go on forever, maybe, maybe not, but I'm lazy.

Also, if you want to check out something crazy that won the Governor General's Award way back follow this link...I swear you will not be disappointed. Maybe confused, or shocked. But hey, it's Canada and we like our furry animals, right?

"What the actual fuck Canada?" Love between a bear and a woman...

Also, not really about poetry still but found this on urban dictionary! Rather interesting...Leads me to wonder if one day I'll write something so terrible that people actual create their own vocabulary to make sure people know just how bad I failed.

Oh Steph and her Meyerpires

Funny thing is, I found that link while trying to find how to spell pyre...because I am honestly that terrible at spelling, yes!

Startings with Peas and Ham

Here is another poem I've been starting (and may never be ending). It's been really difficult for me to write lately, which sucks of course when I have not one, but two creative writing classes. I need inspiration to start falling from the sky the way this nasty frozen ice rain has. I wish there was a direct connection between my brain and laptop, that way I could just spew this crud out in the shower or the car, that good crud that rushes out at the least opportune times. Or that moment as you're falling asleep and all this awesome stuff (that may actually be total bullshit failure in the light of day) floats into you head but you've already turned off the lights and told your body to fade into the weight of sleep. Too many moments like that for me.

Also, ate some great pea soup today.

My ribs ache,

their marrow sucked and savored by

the invisible monsters under my bed

My back aches,

the spine’s ridges played with

hammers and nails from Brother’s rusted toolbox

My legs ache,

the femurs shattered and laid

out like seeds along Mother’s blood poppies

My mind aches,

its thoughts twisted and perverted from

the whispers Father left along the stained pillows

I ache, I ache

It had great hunks of ham in it; ham with that tender fat run through that gives this bad-for-you-but-totally-worth-the-poison flavour.

Videogram

The last couples nights I've been going through different playlists that some random people in possibly far off (or possibly close) places have put together. And lucky for me, in between the many acoustic playlists made up of mostly One Direction songs, I managed to find some gems in there for relaxing music I enjoy thinking to...or sometimes just not thinking.
I wanted to link some of the tracks to this page, for others to check out. Plus, I usually manage to completely blank on a song when I go to find it again so this way I have some of them listed for later findings :) Also, if you're really into playlists and hearing music that you may not regularly listen to, 8tracks.com is an awesome site that you can input keywords that lead you to playlists labeled as such. For example, they have lots of 'studying' playlists...or there's an actual label for 'weed'...as well as 'smoke'; which is kinda funny looking amongst all the mood keywords.

Daughter-Still

(This is just a really lovely song as I mentioned in my other post; and I love the music video as well)

Sleeping at Last-I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) Cover

(I really love this cover, as I feel they reworked the song into something beautiful...and oddly enough I don't automatically think Terry Fox when I hear this version)

Tom Odell-I Know

(Tom Odell is just amazing. Let's leave it at that.)

Pink Mountaintops-While We Were Dreaming

(Great song, terrible band picture. I like being able to actual make out all the lyrics and find them to be very beautiful, but at the same time they blend into the music well so they don't scream at you)

Oldies and Lentils

I have a lot of poems from last year that I had been working on as a way to get out a lot of chronic thoughts, though they never really got to see much light or had a chance even to come to be anything substantial. I don't love these beginnings of possible poems, but having gone back to them many times over this last year I see a lot of skeletons that I believe have the potential to grow flesh. I've rearranged some words, discarded others, but still I don't know where I want these starts to end. Hopefully I'll get to work through them some more for this creative writing class, as I'd like to see what they could be (though I know that the majority of what I'll create will be more a mutant of thoughts than actual poetry). So far, I absolutely hate the first two stanzas of the first poem (that being said, I also don't like much of the other lines), but hey, figured they give me some place to start.




At the time I started writing these last year I was spending a lot of time listening to Daughter's music such as Human and Shallows. One day I would like to write something (poem, short story, novel) around the band's song Still as I'm obsessed with it 'still'. I think I'll be spending a lot of time listening to their music again when reworking these beginnings.

Nameless #1

Because it’s us who cry,

Remaining for days without

A set of the truest of blues

Drained of your essence

Believe me when I cry,

Remembering senseless memories

Always just in reach of red blood

Devoured in their mechanical parts

Broken like a fractured cross

Releasing the bone-cracking tremors

As you dissipate alongside white Time

“Don’t leave,” of his own yearning

Bear with us as we pray

Reasoning the mind-numbing injustice away

Alive in each minute of peach skin

Dragged out of our mangled, ragged chests

Nameless #2

I’m afraid that those languid blue lakes

will stare with startling familiarity

out of the unknown face of a common stranger

Torn from our lives as the bereaving machine

ate at your tenderhearted body

I’m afraid that those sacred morsels of flesh

that fed us a heedless jubilation

are lost to the consuming bosom of our Earth

Burnt into ashes as the

And yeah, that's about it :)