Earth 400 Years Hence

The world is full of optimists and pessimist, with different ideas, hopes, dreams, and expectations about a plethora of things. Nothing is more indicative of whether someone is an optimist or a pessimist as what condition they believe the world will be in 400 years. An optimist would say with the help of science and innovation we have conquered hunger, disease, and have helped bridge the gap between the rich and the poor, the wealthy and the disenfranchised. These things are entirely possible, if collectively we choose to put our minds and resources into it. The world could be a place where discrimination is nothing but a stark reminder of earth’s stormy past. Things on earth will never be perfect, but why should we strive for perfection? After all we are nothing but human. Humans are not perfect, nor are we meant to be. A perfect world would only lead us to being numb, numb to the pains and the joys that make us human. An optimist would say we can get close to perfection without ever reaching it. The pessimists among our ranks would say that the world will be left it utter chaos, with people living in constant fear of nuclear annihilation, with countries fighting wars, and leaving their people to starve. Innovation will cease, and nation states will have ultimate control, monitoring individuals with closed circuit television and secret microphones, they may even learn to read your mind. Control of the masses will be practiced until it becomes perfect, and society grinds away to make the lives of the few at the top easier than any working man or woman could imagine. All I can say, is that the world will not be great, nor will it be awful. People will adapt and find people to love, and with these things they will pull through. The world odds may be in their favour, or against it, empires may fall, but the people will remain strong. The people will overcome.

Guerilla Poetry

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Letter and Other Worlds Response

"Letters and Other Worlds" a poem by Michael Ondaetje is a dark poem which explains the comparisons that exists between a struggling marriage, with a man that drinks too much and his wife, with the independence of his country, Ceylon. These comparisons show that Ceylon is just not doing very well. It is now alone, but it is also lost. Probably happier, and most definetly more independent. However, it is not necessarily better, as of yet. It was like the man, who as he divorced his wife drank all he had, then waited and sobered up. The country, according to the author, is currently in the sobering up process, and is having some hangover pains. There are many examples of symbolism and imagery, the marriage itself is a symbol for Ceylon, as well as many examples of imagery such as when "he would write of the new blue flowers/ his new wife had planted". This created a vivid scene where the reader can really begin to see the events that have transpired.

Prize Cat

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Metaphor in a Museum

I walk. The walls are bare.
The art is dull,
absorbing my blank stare.
Until I saw the picture
                                   that resonated within my skull


With brush strokes and fury
he was created,
with desperation he is dreary.
                Confused.
                                Pained.
                                         
                                            Dying.


                   STOP


He is beautiful.
The museum is now closed.





Audience: People who have seen the painting. Also hipsters.
Speaker: A bored man wandering an art gallery who is suddenly profoundly touched.
Theme: Real beauty in life can not always be appreciated immediately, and it may take time to grow upon the person seeking to experience it. Beauty does not last forever, and should be cherished to the best of one's ability. Beauty, even in material objects in not always aesthetic, it is often much deeper than that.
inspiration: http://www.vangoghpaintings.net/img/van-gogh-dr-gachet.jpg

Response: DSTMFG

Surrounded by Jaguars, with nothing but light cover, what would you do? Should you just submit yourself to certain death? That's not going to happen. Most of us would fight. Try to take at least one more breath. So what could you do? Run? That's probably not a great idea either, jaguars are fast, humans are not as fast. It would probably also end with a less than pleasant mauling. Do you howl? Hope that a god exists and a savior will show up in their shining armor, and if you're really fortunate, they have a rifle. Do we fight back? If you're in the woods alone, I would hope you brought some sort of survival equipment. Maybe a knife, a lighter, some rope, a flair. Assuming we aren't as prepared as we should be could you defeat a Jaguar with no weapon other than a hunting knife? If a man can kill a bear with nothing but a hunting knife (Link) why could you not kill a Jaguar? He probably could. Though he's surrounded, and fending off one only delays the problem. It doesn't solve it. Do we follow the advice we've always been given about bears? Get big, and back away slowly; hope that you can intimidate the Jaguar and have it back away. Have it look for another meal. I have no idea what we could do in the face of a jaguar attack. Thankfully I don't see it happening to me. At least not in the near future. I hope.

Aside: Could you kill a bear with a hunting knife? if not what's the biggest (predatory) animal you could fend off? A raccoon? A badger? A Lynx? regardless i'm impressed.
Aside for the aside: Human vs. Bear hot dog eating contest "the bear doesn't know it's a competition"

Very small, feeling like a rook,
Admiring the peace of stars, on this cold winter night,
Lying in the meadow, with nothing but tranquility,
It would be cold, if I weren't thinking of you tonight.

The waves crashing one the rocks;
Chaos down below,
Nothing disturbs my tranquility,
Not even the sight of the year's first snow.

Some call it crazy,
Lying in a field. With nothing.
but thoughts,
and peace, thinking of the last time we spoke.

It was too long ago, and now you are gone
Your smile never to be seen,
Enthusiasm to be forgotten,
Unless I live with a peace of you, and you eyes that were green

Seeing you again is something I desire,
For now you are dead,
Our brotherhood set on fire,
I'll live my life for you. Make it a place you should have lived to see.

Peace,
Love,
Friendship,

Gone with our
                       Fraternity