Black Hole Sun

The best politics is right action. -Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869-1948)

Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and
woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold
and hungry and weary. -Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author
(1817-1862)

Write with nouns and verbs, not with adjectives and adverbs. The adjective
hasn't been built that can pull a weak or inaccurate noun out of a tight
place. -William Strunk and E.B. White, authors of The Elements of Style

We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to
do, and more in the light of what they suffer. -Dietrich Bonhoeffer,
theologian and writer (1906-1945)

There wouldn't be such a thing as counterfeit gold if there were no real
gold somewhere. -Sufi proverb

The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You
compose first, then you listen for the reverberation. -James Fenton, poet
and professor (1949- )

I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the
edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center. -Kurt
Vonnegut, Jr., writer (1922- )

Be like the bird, who halting in his flight / On limb too slight, / Feels
it give way beneath him, yet sings / Knowing he has wings. -Victor Hugo,
writer (1802-1885)

Once upon a time a man whose ax was missing suspected his neighbor's son.
The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief.
But the man found his ax while digging in the valley, and the next time he
saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked and spoke like any other
child. -Lao-tzu, philosopher (6th century BCE)

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes. -Joseph Roux, priest and writer
(1834-1886)

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once. -Stephen King, novelist
(1947- )


All those are great ones. I especially liked the one about writing with verbs and nouns, just because I'm sick of all this writing in Honors. And the other I bolded, well, it's just a great one. Reminds me of this spot on the bluff above the river. It's incredible.
Lots happening lately, and I'm quite tired. Should be getting to bed rather soon.
Again, the stupidity of people never ceases to amaze me. Only this time it's immature boys, so what's to be expected? I actually find humor in it. I had this revelation of sorts tonight that I really don't have to please anyone. I guess before I was concerned about what other people thought. Not to the degree of obsession or anything, but you often look at yourself through someone else's point of view as to how they see you. You want to be liked. Well, I've realized that's just all overrated. Who do I have to impress and WHY? (There it is again...) But honestly, high school's going to be over soon enough, and then I'll have wondered why I worried about what other people thought. No use in that. It's just a waste of thought. So what if people don't like me or want to say stupid stuff behind my back? Down the road, it will make no difference. It won't make any difference what people said I was like or what I've done or that they can't stand to be around me. Honestly, it's just all fine and dandy. I guess you read about this kind of crap all the time about being your own person and all that, but it really just takes your own realization of it. It just hits you. And it's quite nice. I'm happy with my life and I enjoy the things I do. I like to laugh. Loudly. And I'll do it because I enjoy it. I'll say stupid stuff because that's who I am, and I'll embrace my "A.D.D." (as my friends say I have) because it's a part of me and who I am and it makes life a lot more interesting and random. So I'm just cool with myself as I've always been, but now it's fine with other people and what they think. There must be a reason they're even acknowledging me anyway, so I'll let them worry themselves about it. Life goes on.
So that was quite refreshing, especially after the night I've had. It was entertaining early on and nice when I got home, but then I tried to work on this video project for Spanish and I've been stressed out of my mind for about 3 hours straight. Stupid computers. Guess it's all solved, though, which is quite a relief.
I'm tired. Goodnight!


In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore

Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear