some fun from class....

so im in this fiction workshop class (very excited about it!) and it was our first day today. we did a little exercise, and these were the directions: we had to read this poem, and then do a "phonic translation" - we had to write what we thought each individual word sounded like....

here it goes: 

och visst finns det tid 

att undra: "Skall jag vaga? skall jag vaga?"

tid att ga uppfor trappan, tid att atertaga: 

mitt pa min skult en nytand manes laga - 

(folk sager: "vad hans har har fallit av!")

Jackettens snitt, nin mycket hoga krages skav, 

kravatt och nal, allt rikt och enkelt efter smakens krav

(folk sager: "men vad han har fallit av!")

skall jag vaga 

ofreda universum?

gott om tid, pa en minut, 

for de beslut och mothbeslut som en minut skall stryka 

ty jag har kant dem alla, redan, kant de alla, 

kant alla kvallar, morgnar - aftnar med, 

jag har matt ut mitt liv med kaffesked, 

jag kanner rosterna nar doende de falla 

mot bakgrund av musiken genom dorrar vilka glanta. 

    vad kan wal jag forvanta?

och jag har kant dem alal, kant dem redan

hawk fist fins debt bit

at tundra: "shall ya gaga? shall ya gaga?"

bit at your up-for trapped in, bit at an air god:

meet pod mean shuck in Thailand manes lack of - 

(folk sanger: "what hands are her phallic of!)

Jack attends knit, mean my kit hoagie Craig's sky

grab it hawk null, ough wit hawk in kelp after smacking crass

(folk sanger: "men had on her phallic of!"

shall ya gaga

of freedom universe some?

got em tied, pause one minute,

for the best slut hawk god bless ya some in minute shall strike her 

try jazz can them holla, red ant, cant them holla 

cant holla cavalier, mourning guard - after nerds met 

ya are made up meet live bed off Zack's head 

ya canned her rest urn now nah dough end the follow up 

my background has musk in genome adorable milker granted 

what can fall ya for vantage

hawk ya arent them holla, cant them re-dawn

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. hiiilarious.

and this is what it really means..

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--

(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!")

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--

(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

 

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

something a little, euh, rough

she hears 

but only to listen to her thoughts 

so what does that give her 

but an earful of ego 

oh to be young and evil 

for not listening to the world around us should be a crime

but with time, we age and we grow wise 

they say hearing goes with age 

and maybe then then 

the silence will never  have been so loud

because I believe listening increases 

we learn to look at sounds and swallow the words 

we owe our life to sound 

mehhhhh....i gotta keep writin

something i wrote.....

etched in stone

64 letter b

the code of my most favorite memory

of we

and dont you wish that could be your life on repeat

it can not be erased

perhaps written over but never destroyed

and id pack up 

fly by night to you

picked up the stone

and i thought i was moving it 

but it moved me 

to tears

in sudden realization of everything that has transpired

but the stone is for the memory 

and life is for living 

and i cant keep holding on to feelings already given

dollars already spent

paid in full

but i appreciated the purchase

now its time to try on something new

something old

something borrowed

something blue

so ...im trying this road again

but at the end of the aisle

will stand a different me 

learning to unlove you

etched in store 

64 letter b 

the code of my most favorite memory 

of we 

i know i wish that could be our life on repeat

everyone's talking about this thing called change....

soooooooo, in the spirit of change, here's my first blog post! 

well. its not really my first, but its my first one that I've actually posted, instead of saving it as a draft. 

They say you cant expect change if you keep doing the same things. 

So, I am trying something new, with a little encouragement from a wise ol friend of mine who has an AWESOME blog....(itsmykeb.blogspot.com)

I probably wont write much at first...Im a little hesitant about sharing all of this with any and everyone who can see this, but that is something that I need to move past, but umm, Im a baby steps kinda girl. 

But, I want to talk about some things I've been thinking about recently...surrounding, well, change. What a koinkydink!

I'm at a place now where everything is transitioning, and it hurts a little to see solid roads disintegrate into smaller peices of gravel, but I realize that's what happens when they're well traveled. 

Now I didnt make any New Year's resolutions, but something I always work on is not dwelling on the past. There are many people that I care for and always will, but I am realizing that maybe the high contact period of our relationship is over. And Im learning that part of this transition is saying, thats okay. For a time, I felt like I was doing a lot of upkeep with some people, and with no reciprocation on their part, for whatever reason. But now, I am moving on and accepting the transitions in life. Because its just whats hapenning!