i can't lok straight into my body
so it is 5 am and i am up, i just finished a paper that was due a few days ago but that is alright because i really feel i did a good job on it, and my professor said it was straight if i turned it in late and its better to have a late assignment that is well constructed rather that a piece of ish that was rushed.
the poem i wrote about discussed the ability to acknowledge how the past and its events have lead to the present, albeit i through a very supercilious metaphor. Once I had really gotten to the bottom of the metaphor though, i felt that what the poet was getting at was something i had never really thought about all that much, how the past is something like an undeveloped street, with exposed foundations and barren earth for roads and how over time that street has been developed and buildings formed and once you step back you realize that you are standing atop one of those buildings looking back down onto to that street that at one time was simply the aforementioned barren earth.
it is a development that often happens without the acknowledgement of the transition which is why one you are atop that roof it is even more compelling to look back and think about the long tedious steps it took to build your respective street up. the really weird thing is that as life goes on, that roof will only get taller and the street will become more and more distorted and smaller. And that hindsight is something one has to hold onto.
the really weird thing is wondering what happens to your street once you time, does all that development get torn down, or do others get the chance to meanender down it? or are your buildings simply gutted and sold for twice what they once were? alas, gentrification.
okay it is too late now, have a good evening children.
here is that poem too by the way, i suggest reading, it is lovely
Denise Levertov - "From the Roof"
http://hornacek.coa.edu/dave/levertov.html
the poem i wrote about discussed the ability to acknowledge how the past and its events have lead to the present, albeit i through a very supercilious metaphor. Once I had really gotten to the bottom of the metaphor though, i felt that what the poet was getting at was something i had never really thought about all that much, how the past is something like an undeveloped street, with exposed foundations and barren earth for roads and how over time that street has been developed and buildings formed and once you step back you realize that you are standing atop one of those buildings looking back down onto to that street that at one time was simply the aforementioned barren earth.
it is a development that often happens without the acknowledgement of the transition which is why one you are atop that roof it is even more compelling to look back and think about the long tedious steps it took to build your respective street up. the really weird thing is that as life goes on, that roof will only get taller and the street will become more and more distorted and smaller. And that hindsight is something one has to hold onto.
the really weird thing is wondering what happens to your street once you time, does all that development get torn down, or do others get the chance to meanender down it? or are your buildings simply gutted and sold for twice what they once were? alas, gentrification.
okay it is too late now, have a good evening children.
here is that poem too by the way, i suggest reading, it is lovely
Denise Levertov - "From the Roof"
http://hornacek.coa.edu/dave/levertov.html