I’m bored of the same grey skies
The four walls I’m trapped inside
I’m bored of the same old bullshit I do during the longest hours of my day
It’ll be the same anywhere I go, this is not for me
I’m bored of capitalism, how we need to toil away to make a living, no, to survive
I’m bored of feeling tired, exhausted and spent
Bored of feeling grateful and guilty for the little success that I have
I worked hard and now I want to rest
I’m bored of having to lie about what my goals are
I’m bored of the world killing itself, of permanent injustice
I’m bored of feeling this constant anger that makes my skin crawl
I’m bored of food tasting the same, of bad wine, of costs rising, of global hunger and poverty rising like plague
I’m bored of apathy and scared that I’m getting it too
Poem – Bored
Filed under Poetry
Resolution
A new year, a new blog entry, although I haven’t added anything to it in a long time I feel like writing now, probably because I once again lack the inspiration to add anything to my writing projects, and I need to write. Maybe I should be less hard on myself because over the last month I’ve made some progress in my writing and did what makes me happy, it’s okay if I haven’t spent the last few days working on something I enjoy doing, yes it’s alright.
During this time of the year the talk is rife with resolutions, I never previously made any that I can think of but this year I decided to make one. To hide a little bit of myself when I meet new people, too many times has my sense of humour or unwillingness to play games was misunderstood. I am firm believer in being myself in all situations or at least I was, when you meet new people and you are yourself with them at all times and they come to care for you, that care should be genuine. But what if a part of your personality pushes someone away or frightens them too soon, before they really know you? Or gets you in trouble? Are you then being false with some people or is natural not to reveal too much too quickly, rein a part of yourself in?
I’m genuinely stumped, I realise how revealing too much too quickly can lose the aspect of mystery, but starting to care for someone while they’re behaving under false pretences can be painful, when you know someone and hidden aspects of their personality come out to make you realise just how little you know about the person. It’s probably impossible to know the answers to all of those questions when meeting new people because everyone is different but what is the best formula? To proceed with caution or throw yourself deep straight away?
Filed under Ramblings
Ending suddenly
I see you running towards the future
Hurling through space, delirious with age
But I not knowing my way
Took careful steps to blindly lose myself in emptiness
Without a way to return to yesterday I kept on missing out
I see you running, yet you’re flailing
As your wings are failing
So find a way to take me away from all of the mundane
Taking a breath after breath of this stale air
And waking from star filled dreams
Isn’t the way to be
Life should be free
Live another day, cry another minute
It’s all okay, it’s all forgotten
Now who’s to say what we did was wrong?
We simply never synced but only clicked
We gave our lives, the only thing we had to give
For imperfect harmony
Our love ending suddenly
Ghosts
In the world where ghosts are everywhere
I still don’t care
They’re like pollen everywhere
I keep ignoring, I don’t care
They wail and scream
Hear their plight
That’s nothing but delight!
Hear that? Where there is no silence but demise
It drives right through me, arousing my suspicions, awakening my senses
Their panicked plight strokes me inside and I gulp it down like a tiny pup
So you don’t care?
Pretend to be all that you must, but they aren’t supposed to dally here
Up to heavens or down to hell is where they all must go
And what of us? Shall we disperse and go to where we came from once, the place beyond all hell?
Hush demon, that was no home of mine
They never tire only whine in pain, leading to my despair, look at their tears flowing
So lithe and draining
No home of yours? You’re worse than me, pretending to be moved by their suffering, at least I’m honest
I don’t care
You lie, I care it’s true
What’s keeping them, who is torturing them?
How can I snap the chains bounding them?
Oh ghoul relax
Their tiny hands convulsing, their wrath unspeakable
In the world where ghosts are everywhere, undetectable in plain sight
No ascent is possible
Descent improbable
Filed under Poetry
Prometheus has landed
I’ve thought of many ways to start of this opinion of mine but couldn’t think of a sufficient way to do it so…(there are spoilers below).
Prometheus has landed, and like many many people I couldn’t wait to see this film, then came what I have been dreaded – disgruntled viewers. I tried my best to keep what everyone was saying as far away from my ears as possible but it was hard to do, the general view was that of disappointment, and so with my expectations lowered I went to see Prometheus on Monday night.
The biggest problem this film had was the hype or maybe how impossible it was not to hype this film, this prequel to Alien, Ridley Scott’s return to sci-fi genre after a long time. But thankfully I didn’t find it extremely disappointing, it was far too good to be disliked but I’m not obsessed with Alien so perhaps it was far more difficult to disappoint me than your normal Alien fanatic. The film was enjoyable, it didn’t blow my mind like I expected it would after watching the very first trailer, but I appreciated what I was seeing. It dared to ask many important questions like “Why are we here?” it attempted to answer them without giving much away too; this for me was where the disgruntlement came from. It left me wanting to find out more which could have been the whole point of the film, it’s about two films away from Alien itself so the possibility of sequels is very much alive, would that be a good idea is a separate question. In its opening weekend it made $51,050,101, total life time grossing has been counted as $148,991,714 so far, based on how well it is doing in the box office the succession of the film wouldn’t be a mad idea, but will it be worth it?
In Ridley Scott’s universe we were given life by the Engineers, who later sought to destroy us with weapons of mass destruction and insemination of black goo. What did you we do to deserve such a painful end? Or was the question of not doing anything at all, were we simply created to carry out a task and with that task fulfilled we were no longer needed? Did our progress and destructive natures disappoint our parents to such an extent that to wipe us out was a better option than bear the burden of disappointment, there is another theory floating around. 2000 thousand years ago Christ was born and we on the whole stopped worshipping them and moved onto a different theory of a beginning all together; this was about the time the Engineers began to die prior to their dark and horrible mission. Were they hurt by our change of religion or did they foresee the scope of darkness coming from belief in a single fictional entity? Can’t blame them if it was either of those really, you create species and then they decide to believe in the Easter Bunny instead, I’d be pissed off too. Or did they simply create us because they could and seek to destroy us because of that too? On a whim.
There were plot holes, many of them. A trillion dollar mission, the people who were involved in it appeared not to have been briefed before waking up on Prometheus, how can you then tell if they are suitable if they don’t know what they’ll be up against? Such an expedition would have been surrounded by media frenzy; all of them would have known what they were signing up for. The guy responsible for safety of the crew so easily gives up his weapons; this isn’t much when compared to no one being bothered by going out into an unexplored, probably very dangerous planet without any weapons at all! Because it’s going to be filled with lush pretty soft pillows that won’t hurt anyone, so why carry weapons? Oh yeah, the biologist also tried to pet an alien snake looking creature, would have he attempted to pet a shark too, because it looked oh so darn cute despite the sharp visible toothies?
Character development was something pretty much missing entirely from the plot, it felt like Charlie Holloway was only there to get infected and then to spill his contaminated seed into Elizabeth Shaw, who I by the way found very annoying. Not that sure why Meredith Vickers was there either, unless the whole point of her presence was to get squashed by a giant ship when the impending state of squishiness could have been avoided by her moving a little to the right or the left, it couldn’t have been that difficult Shaw did it. And what was the point in Peter Weyland infecting Holloway? Unless as it was suggested to me that Weyland wanted to see what the black goo did, he through David tried to infect Vickers, no wonder she had daddy issues, and then Holloway who would have given anything to get the answers, so he gave his life to find out what the creators were transporting. The thing that probably bothers me the most is why a man in his 90s was played by Guy Pearce, why were the prosthetics so bad? Was it so difficult to get an elderly man to play Weyland without making him look ridicules?
Timings bothered me too, what were the chances of two scientists, whatever their titles were, finding the path to the Engineers before Weyland died, he was a very old guy but yet clung to life just in time to get a chance at eternal life? Everything just fell into place, the mission was organised in no time as well, in about two years from making the discovery Shaw and Holloway were already there. Doesn’t it take ages to publish a paper, and then have your fellow peers agree or disagree with it? Simple logistics don’t add up. The whole mission was organised because some old rich dude didn’t want to die, I guess wars have been started for sillier things so fine.
One thing about the film surpassed everything else; the best thing about the film was David and Michael Fassbender. Humans were now playing at being Gods, creating life because they could; David was the closest thing Weyland would ever have to a son, just without a soul, which was yet another dig at Vickers. David is so detailed, so very human; he is the only one who has been gifted with character development. He is pained by not being human, by constantly being reminded that he was not human but yet proud of being capable of so much more than a human could ever be. But of course this simply might have been a part of his programming. He looks, acts, even puts on a helmet so the humans or as he calls them “you people” would be comfortable in his presence. There were so many times when I wasn’t sure if he did and said all of those things Weyland programmed him to do and say or if his own personality was developing, if he had his own motivations building, one of those moments was when he said “don’t all children really want their parents dead?”. Was he picking up this behaviour from Vickers or did he want to be free of Weyland. What did he say to the Engineer before getting his head torn off his body? Did he ask what Weyland was telling him to ask or did he think of his own question? So many questions, there is one thing that needs to question mark which is Michael Fassbender’s acting, this was simply superb.
Is it possible that another titan would be soon rising?
Filed under Film Review
When your mood is full of blah
Today is a beautiful day, so was yesterday, and I well, feel so uninspired. The little writing I’ve done lately has to do with working on a draft of a book-type-thing-project that has been alive for too many years without getting any closer to completion. Because I haven’t been able to come up with any new short stories for around a year I’m going to be editing the old ones, some of them do need to be edited.
I’ve been waiting for this weather for so long now, I can’t survive without sunshine but it appears not to have a positive effect on me after all.
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