Friday, February 25, 2011

I'm probably the wrong person to tell to rant about something.

How about some government stupidity? The United States has no money, let's be honest. And everything is being cut back with it's funding. Planned parenthood lost it's funding, but do you know what got to keep it's funding? Nascar. Yeah, the world's most idiotic sport kept it's funding while planned parenthood lost it. Seriously? People continue to say that maybe they cut it because abortion is on it's way to being illegal again. Well sparky, only 3% of planned parenthood is used for abortions. Other times it's used for pre-natal care and in vitro fertilization. So say I wanted a child, God help us all. However I realized that I am unable to bear children, or maybe my partner is. The government says that's just too darn bad now isn't it? The world has too many snot nosed little ankle biters as it is right? I'm just gonna go shoot myself in the foot. Okay thanks bye.

Being a Kid.

I relate with this Whitman poem because as a kid, I was curious. And the child in this poem seems curious in how everything he sees first thing in the morning becomes a part of him.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

antitranscendentalists.

I personally love the anti transcendentalists because they look at the real things in life. And if you always look at the hardcore things in life, then when a happy thing comes about, you're even happier than you would be if it was just another happy occasion.

Emily Dickinson Poem.


A BIRD came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
  
And then he drank a dew        5
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
  
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,—        10
They looked like frightened beads, I thought
He stirred his velvet head
  
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers        15
And rowed him softer home
  
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim


I think that Emily Dickinson is hinting at sinners. She is saying as humans we do things wrong and get kind of crazy hoping no one notices. And even though we sin, some people treat us just the same.