I’m just going to probably talk about something which in the end adds up to nothing.

This week I tried a brand new take on poetry, I tried to write a haiku. There isn’t much to this minimal goal that I had but it was something to me I guess. I usually write all of my poems as simply fulfilling a moment of convoluted emotions. These convoluted emotions spill out onto a document over and over and over, this repetition of spilling out emotions into poems without proper structure tends to become boring, even though it is freeing it’s always fun to try a form of poetry that restricts you a bit so you don’t go on tangents. This minimal task also led me to a brand new world, the world of haiku, this world is really really beautiful. The fact that you can enlighten someone with just a couple of words, shows eloquent beauty… so I will share my favorite haiku as of now by Matsuo Bashō.

“The Cry of the Cicada”

The cry of the cicada

Gives us no sign

That presently it will die.

-Matsuo Bashō

Translated by William George Aston

https://poets.org/poem/cry-cicada

I don’t know, but there is beauty….boundless beauty in the words. It’s not limited to the simple horizons of a “bug,” but to anyone’s life. Some of us live our lives and seem to others as though everything is fine, we may: have great jobs, a lot of money, power, ambitions, etc… but deep down inside we may be fighting a lonely fight against ourselves, and sometimes…sometimes we just stop fighting. Now thinking about it this reminds me so much of “Richard Cory” by Edwin Arlington Robinson, a really good poem that speaks basically on this “sometimes we just stop fighting,” idea that I spoke about.

Well, enough of my take on this haiku, find your own meaning that you think is reasonable and hold onto it dearly, lol. Now, to speak on the non-fiction readings. Last weeks own was interesting in its respective sense, however, this week’s story is really something else, a look at the impact of suicide, but through an actual scope not fiction but reality. It’s amazing how this piece makes me feel like I’m reading fiction but it’s actually someone’s grueling reality.

Well I think I covered everything I wanted to talk about, hope whoever is reading this enjoyed their stay! ^___^

So far we are halfway into the course and we are at one of the most important assignments of the class, I don’t really know how to feel or what to say besides the fact that I have been very lazy but still enjoying the whole of this new process. Diving deeper and understanding further a character. Besides all of the work class has been going at a really nice pace…especially these short stories I have loved every single one specifically House of Asterion…mostly due to my love for greek mythology. I also started writing a short story that involved a character that resembled Theseus (Asterion’s slayer) and Ariadne, so it was really refreshing and awe inspiring to see these characters especially the minotaur, even though I took more of a symbolic route for what the minotaur is in my short story. Anyways I think I will leave it here!

Ello, this is another one of my poems titled “Mama I want to die” if anybody out there is seeing this enjoy ^__^

Mama, I wanna die.

We kneel before the woman in black.

In her hand, the gun’s silver barrel glints under a full moon.

She shoots us between our eyes with a sense of duty and pride.

The man next to me is met with this dazzling creature.

She shoots him before he could breathe his last breath.

It’s my turn.

She presses the warm muzzle to my forehead.

The warmth is almost like the kiss of a mother.

Ah, yes….death is the mother of salvation.

In that moment I am happy and smile, my arms open wide in reception and acceptance.

The blood on the muzzle of the gun drips down my face.

I wait.

She doesn’t kill me. She moves on to kill the others.

I lost my smile.

I await the mother of all, Death.

Hey again, I’ve been meaning to talk more on how I’ve felt in class even though I don’t really know if anybody reads or cares…anyway. The list of short stories we’ve been reading has only been getting greater…each story just lets me see a bit more of the world and understand a much different world than I have seen or that has been presented to me. Literature has never really been one of my main sources of entertainment but short stories are so full of joy and beautiful statements that it’s almost difficult to comprehend I’m reading only nine pages of a whole story. I’ve been enjoying so much of the freedom to express myself in this class as I have said before and I hope to share more of my analysis on these short stories to the best of my extent.