Friday, February 24, 2012

digital revolution in the eyes!

"Wasn't ever good looking enough to be liked by the likes of them and that" the young man had a hard warn voice. "They always wanted someone to look perfect too!" he stopped and spooned in a mouth full of the steaming hot soup. The look on his face reinforced the fact that she knew it was good. "I love you baby" she said smiling and leaning up on the counter. They had been together three months before he had gotten her pregnant. "How does it feel baby?" she'd him, he was inhaling the food. "Eh?" mouth full of stuff, "what do you mean?" She smiled, she knew he was not the smartest of the bunch. "You 're gonna be a dad in two months." It always made her smile. "That look baby" she laughed. He just sat there motionless, stuck from fear.
She could tell that he was scared, it was funny to her, he was like a deer in headlights. "Faithful aren't you baby!" she'd say, stroking his face every time he found himself unable to cope with his commitment to them. "We re gonna be a family" he'd eventually mumble, "I've never had one of those." They both sat together at the table while he spooned the soup.
"Traffic makes me excited" she would say. Neither of them we re able to see themselves together. it hurt both of them so bad.

Friday, February 17, 2012

So there needs to be focuse! Yeah, where is your buss pass p-bunk?

"looking at the license plate!" the voice was coming from the back of the bus. There were so many people going on board. We were scared. We were all kids. It was cold, and early. Too early. Our world was changing but they were making us stay the same. They wanted to make it our fault. There were so many of us on that bus convinced. I remember, I didn't have my bus pass. The bus driver let me on, "just this once!" it was so cold. I hated it. I was only sixteen years old.
I had this job and I was working so hard, I was exactly what the boss wanted me to be. I was looking to figure it all out. I can remember a kid in a hoodie. Short. Stuck out, I was so different, but I was so small.
"I'm going to go to university." I remember the boy I sat next too. He was six two. "I'm lucky our school has a pool, I can swim over lunch, I don't have to get up at four thirty to swim in the public pool. I hate the public pools" He was so beautiful. I knew that, It bothered me that he'd didn't understand that. His sister was perfect, and short. Big tits. I was sixteen. I belonged in high school, we all do. We were all on that bus, "just this once," is was all about that bus pass. Not about school, schools about the bus pass, the badge. The way it is.
I was on that bus begging to be told what it is, and that's what I got. I got a ride to school. I took the bus.
It was so cold all the time, I was never sick or anything, but I remember when I first got picked up by the boys in the black car. Fast, how everything slowed down, taking in the speed was, new, and I felt myself grow old. Older then I ever accepted in my child hood. The bus was our perception of time. We're on it, in high school. We never grow. My life is my fantasy, the realty that makes me feel life forgetting about it. And letting go, only to come back home again, to my mother and older brother. My family. A dream I can't feel, but I know it's something you never forget.
There were so many of us walking, that bus just shit us out. Life is and was a success every day, my life was the reason I decided to let go, forget about it and lose,
Her Voice was what I wanted to hear, fuck she left me. She wasn't who I wanted, but it always isn't. We re all the same cause we re all so different.
The same dog barked, and every day the same kid barked back. Same thing, a marriage, I got used to it. We walked past the arena, I am such a city kid. The lights were so bright. No need to run, I settled down, because I've been not able to sit so silent for so long, so sos ososososdjs, Mind is adolescent,I think that I live at the top of the world. I think that our planet is amazing. i am going to send my son to school here. eeeeek

Monday, February 13, 2012

Not Reacting Doesn’t Help

Not Reacting Doesn’t Help
Jean Fancois Lyotard uses the term “postmodern” to develop the concept that in its current state humanity needs to take another look at its past. Lyotard explains that humanity has reached its goals toward acknowledging its own existence through architecture. When one reaches far enough into the horizon of our modern view, one sees that humanity is forced to re-evaluate where we are on a universal scale. He also makes a point of defining the term “postmodernist” as the phase after modernism; its named based on its successive order. Lyotard brings the idea of the human desire for progress into light and asks whether it has room in today’s society. The final point Lyotard stresses is that humanity needs to evaluate the work found in the art in context to the anamnesis. Reflection, and re-evaluation of our surrounding is how Lyotard chooses to inform us of his view of the definition of “postmodernism”.

Throughout history humans have asked whether the architecture that surrounds them is created to evoke a certain kind of awe. Lyotard states that humans have reached a level of integrity in the understanding of themselves that has allowed us to conquer the idea that architecture is associated with where we stand as a people. This break from the structure associated with architecture and “sociohistorical” (1933) esteem has pulled the perspective of the architect way back into a world seen from another point of view. The access to an additional perspective widens the scopes of the architect, and gives way to new forms of work that may be considered good enough to evoke a remembrance of that old style that led to human emancipation.

Postmodern artists are forced to look at the world through a lens that has been tarnished over time with the stain of human indecency. Looking back Lyotard tries to see the world as a whole; he can’t help but see situations as the holocaust. He realizes that because of the horrendous crimes committed by humanity he can never actually live in a final utopia. According to Lyotard the image is embedded as a part of our emancipation as a whole. He claims that because of our relationship with a tarnished past we can no longer really truly belong to a perfect society. Lyotard says that due to our nature to learn, progress, and change we continue to find ourselves in one of two positions. We find ourselves either overwhelmingly well equipped for survival or so oversaturated with technologies that we can’t live without them.

Lyotard disagrees with the impression that in art “the dominant idea is that the big movement of avant-gardism is over” (1935). He goes on to state that the way the avant-garde painters produce his work is an accurate way to create the way in which others will paint. He says that the next step to understanding the work of the Avant-gardist is to look at the anamnesis. Using this method you can actually deconstruct the creation of the work through a psychoanalytic process. By analyzing, splitting, reviewing and expanding on great works of art, humans can find the hidden meaning behind human emancipation.

Postmodernism is a way to define our times accurately through a re-analysis and continued process of art. The progression of the avant-garde in a postmodernist world gives meaning to the journey of creation. The change causes its own expansion and allows for new meaning to be presented within their own relevance. There is no purpose to exposing art other then to look into our own psyche. Lyotard believes that humanity has failed to deal with past issues such as the holocaust. He says we should be more aggressive at reforming and recreating and using more elements of style in our artwork, so we develop a larger landscape from which we can understand our universe. Creativity is the key to defining ourselves in the future; the postmodern world asks us to keep asking ourselves.

Works Cited
Jean-Francois Lyotard. From Poetics. TheCritical Tradition: Classic Texts and
Contemporary Trends. ED. David H. Richter.3rded. Boston:Bedford, 2007. 1933-35.Print

Do Canadians Do Utopia?

Do Canadians Do Utopia?
According to Hythloday the Utopians, not unlike Canadians, find it inappropriate to fight, yet they feel the need to protect themselves and their neighbors from oppression. If another nation decides to try to move up and onto the land of Utopia, Utopians will protect themselves. Any move to oppress the freedoms of the neighbors of Utopia can cause a backlash of support from the society of perfect people. Utopians also seek out and look to prevent, and stop, the progression of unjust rulers. Not unlike the current Canadian culture, the Utopians find themselves compelled, to be prepared and stand up to reach out and fight for the freedom of their neighbors.
Hythloday makes it very clear that a threat to the Utopian island would be attacked immediately. He say’s “If any prince takes up arms and prepares to invade their land. They immediately attack him in full force outside their borders.” Hythloday assumes that the Utopians will always have enough resources to sustain a war without bloodshed of his own people. Since war is the way Utopians use their tradable capital “they promise their resources to help in a war, they send money very freely, but commit their own citizens only sparingly.”(576) Instead of having Utopians fighting their own war Hythloday says “they promise immense rewards to anyone who will kill the enemy’s king. They offer smaller but still very substantial sums for killing any of a list of other individuals whom they name.” (574) Hythloday spells out that the “process of bidding for and buying the life of an enemy is condemned as the cruel villainy of a degenerate mind; but the Utopians consider it good policy, both wise and merciful.”(574) The Utopians are able to protect themselves with such prompt and accurate force because they always seem to be buying everyone out before they can organize a move onto their land.
Canadians even though similar in to the Utopians in that they don’t like to use aggressive force, go about protecting their interests in a different way. Canada does things like supply oil to foreign nations. Canadians use capital produced by the trade of crude oil to turn economy, not protect community. Canadians use community to support big industry. Big industry is then allowed to infiltrate community. In a way Canadians are like what Hythloday would call enemies, and the Utopians are industry lobbyists trying to take down our communities from the inside. Hythloday would find Canadians comparable to the “Zapoltes.” He would, after looking at us, say that “They fight with great courage and incorruptible loyalty for the people who pay them… If someone, even the enemy, offers them more money tomorrow, they will take his side.”(576) Canadians fight to protect different interests then Hythloday’s Utopians.
The Utopians go about protecting the interests of their friends in a more aggressive manner then they go about protecting their own interests. Hytholday say’s “So severely do the Utopians punish wrong done to their friends, even in matters of mere money; but they are not so strict in standing up for their own rights.” Utopians can’t stand to see people outside their community with whom they have good standing with be cheated. Hythloday says the Utopians are so sensitive and
The reason is not that they care more for their allies’ citizens than for their own, but simply this: when the merchants of allies are cheated, it is their own property that is lost, but when the Utopians lose something, it comes from the commons, and is bound to be in plentiful supply at home.(574)
In Utopia they are always ready to help the friends and neighbors that are too weak to protect themselves.
Canadians assume the role of global leaders and help other weaker nations protect themselves form the threat of evil. Canadians are currently residing in Afghanistan. They are currently there because the country was a breeding ground for terrorist assailants and militia groups. These anti social organization posed a threat not only to Canadians themselves but also to many other nations, like the U.S and Britain. Canadians like the Utopians stand up for their neighbors in time of need.
When an unjust ruler decided to take up arms and pillage the world around him, the Utopians Step in. Hythloday tells us that the Utopians fight for “the liberation of an impressed people from tyranny and servitude.” They don’t just rush into war though, they reflect amongst themselves. They don’t go to war unless they “demanded restitution in vain”(574) Unjust rulers don’t have a chance at protecting themselves from the Utopian form of warfare. Utopian soldiers or “secret agents set up overnight” (575) infiltrating not only the boarders but the leading social groups of the society they are attacking. Hythloday explains how soldiers are encouraged to bring their families into battle to heighten their ability to represent themselves. In Utopia “It is a matter of great reproach for either partner to came home without the other, or a son to return after losing his father.” (577) Utopians don’t honor war or rulers that make it. They fight to prevent it.
Canadians stand up for the civil liberties of nations who are being oppressed. Canadians like the Utopians have no problem allowing the female members of their society to join the army. In fact our government encourages it. During the First World War all Canadians alike, rallied together to take on the enemy. Many of the Canadian soldiers in the First World War were underage adolescent boys who lied to be able to fight for their country. Hythloday would agree with those types of military practices
only volunteers are sent to fight abroad; they are picked men from within each city. No one is forced to fight abroad against his will, because they think a man who is naturally a bit fearful will act weakly at best, and may even spread panic among his comrades (577)
Canadians stand up for human rights in the world, just like the Utopians.
No one really ever wants to have to fight, and if we do it’s only to protect ourselves. Canadians and Utopians alike look out for the wellbeing of the world around them. Both the people of the island of Utopian or the country of Canada look out for the survival of those minorities in their world being targeted by other social bullies. Both societies, would quickly prepare themselves to fight if they were under the impression that a force was going to try to take over them geographically. Even though Canadians protect the world to support their economy, their behaviors are almost identical to a nation of perfect people that protect the world for goodness sake.
Work Cited
More, Thomas, Sir. Utopia. The Norton Anthology of English Literature: The sixteenth Century The Early Seventeenth Century. Ed. Stephen Greenblatt. 8th ed. NewYork: Norton 2006. 521-88. Print.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Tweet me bitch!.. Oh tweet those who have no star!

Imagine if you were in the past and you saw the future, and you knew that there was going to be a thing like twitter. Imagine if you figured you'd try to send a tweet! now imagine how cold it would be outside naked. Now imaging looking at the stars as you were laying naked on the snow in the arctic thinking bout how you figured out that you were going to be part of a race that was going to tweet. Imagine if you saw a star as you were on that flat cold piece of ice and you thought to yourself. I'm going to tweet you bitch, and she heard you, imagine. So if he can tweet, I can speak to stars. How?
Easy, by telling you that you have to help me, because if we put our heads together we'll make our tweets come true. Except your tweets have to be true, a reflection of that honest view of the future. Imagine if that star followed me, Imagine she followed me first. I know, who wouldn't. Imagine she wants to be like me. Imagine. I made the star. Imagine I want that start to be with me, but she needs to choose me first. Imagine

Sunday, February 5, 2012

and i don't want us all to die.

It was about time he was able to talk to them. He had waited his whole life to be able to stand on a firm foundation. "The world didn't make climbing this ladder very easy did it?" He asked the question way above everyone else, the sound of the wind in the sail made him think of the frustrations he had with all the kids who didn't want to come.
"What is it that's holding you back, what's the point of staying here? To die?" The memory of the group of them sitting, staring with their mouths open.
He was on a Boat now looking back to find them, they were still there starving. There were three of them that took what spirit was left on that island.
"We're gonna come back for you guys" Jim said. He was sixteen and he was leaving his younger bother Philip behind. "He's only seven!" He said bending down kissing the young boy on the cheek."He's gonna be fine, I'm going to find him some help." No one could look him in the eye. "Jeff" Patrick yelled. Jeff lashed back surprised. He looked up at Patrick who was holding a staff. "Here," he said reaching the stick over out toward Jeff."Yeah" Jeff answered, looking Patrick in the eye's "I'll look after him, and the rest of the little un's!"
Patrick wished that they could all leave together, "It's too dangerous" Jim repeated, "Come on!" Steve said. He was sneezing, an allergy was getting to him.
"No one wants you on the raft" Jim spoke gravely, he wasn't scared of anyone there. "Three's enough!" The sand around him was wet. He had brought in three fish from the Ocean. He held a spear. "I know the raft is good enough to hold on to three of us." he stopped and looked at the boy laying in the makeshift bed. "We need to get you guys off this island."