Greetings all my faithful followers! The sad part about that joke is that there is no-one to get it, and if there were it wouldn't be a joke. Either way I suspect I am.
Right! On a less depressing note I have a super-duper cool video today. I was just gonna write about how lonely and depressed I am, but the fact that nobody would ever read it would probably drive me to suicide... so instead, Mr. Andrew Bird!
Man that guy is good. The way he plays with the English language is on par with the greats. There isn’t anything special in this video that particularly struck me. It just sounds good. I wouldn’t even say it makes me happy, but it certainly makes me feel.
Anyway, I would like to include a little something of my own today. If you don’t like it, I would encourage you to just watch Mr. Bird again, or go download some of his other beautiful work. Of course by “you” I mean any of the seven people who have viewed this blog since it began, three of which are from Germany. I wish I could go to Germany. I almost got to go to Europe for spring break, but I missed getting the appropriate grade by a few points in one class. Cool huh? O.K., before I get any more cynical about nobody reading this I should just move on.
I jotted this little ditty down on the back of a receipt the other day. It’s not my best prose, but I don’t remember where I put that. Honestly I just write things in whatever notebook or piece of paper I have handy and it stinks when I write something nice that I can’t ever find again.
This one has no name yet, so, here goes.
Have you no intention for me?
You, who commands the wind and wave,
Who sends me nightmares of a perfect reality
Only to shake me from my sleep as she fades from my arms.
To what end do I lie awake,
Afraid to enter her realm,
Knowing that You have forbidden that I stay?
I would probably call this “Aegri Somnia” had I not already named another poem that. It’s a handy little Latin phrase that I picked up from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea which basically means “troubled sleep” or “troubled dreams.” I’ll probably include that on my next post. In fact, I may just name them the same thing, as the essentially deal with they same thing. I would combine them if they were in the same format.
This poem can basically be summed up in a quote I once read in a Garfield comic.
“The only thing worse than a bad nightmare is waking up to a worse reality.”
Through this poem I basically just tweaked the statement based on personal experience. Waking up to reality is bad enough, but when you’re tempted with dreams of perfection and acceptance it makes everything real taste so much worse. Like I said before, I’m not sure if more people would choose to live in ignorance in the dream-world or not, but I at least hate to wake up. I suppose some people are energized by good dreams, but I just don’t get it.
Tune in next time for the exiting conclusion of Aegri Somnia!
Will our Hero ever find escape through his dreams? Will his reality ever make him glad to awaken? If a tree falls on a hipster in the middle of a forest, will anyone care?
These questions and more next time on Three Came.
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