A Reluctant Spider. No. It’s Nature

Survival and desire amalgamated

And turned an aphotic eye inward.

I saw my my expectations dismantled and dismembered 

By the harsh and starving dogs of reality.

Truths that sit in the vacuity of space

Like a hypergiant star burning to ash.

All elements too weak to withstand the awesome heat.

We are what we are.

And all creatures must eat.

She’s not reluctant. She’s resigned. 

To her death. 

No. The order of things.

She eats and waits to be eaten.

It’s dark.

It’s nature.

Cairo Sweet – Miller’s Girl

Miller’s Girl

George Bernard Shaw wrote the infamous line, “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.” I’ve always had a problem with this because assuming teachers are failures is very unfair. However, in the movie Miller’s Girl we see the stereotype brought to life. Mr. Jon Miller, creative writing teacher at a Tennessee high school, is existing because his one and only book was criticized at the time of publication.

Mr. Miller is portrayed as pretty average, but lights up when one of his students, Cairo, shows true talent as a writer. But the audience sees another side of Cairo when she has trouble completing an assignment about personal accomplishment. She is advised to write what she knows. What follows is a disturbing tale of a high school girl’s crush, on her teacher, that descends into a form of madness.

If you’re a writer, then you write. If you don’t write, then you’re not a writer. Possessing the strength and confidence to pursue your passion in a field where reviews are subjective, and can be harsh, is an admirable trait. Mr. Miller’s one and only attempt at writing caused such a trauma, the audience is left to wonder why it hurt him so much. The portrayal of failure leading to abandoning a passion makes one wonder if it was passion all along, or a need for validation.

This movie is very thought provoking, and not just about writing. Rejection is very painful. When acceptance unexpectedly comes calling, it is not surprising when one seizes onto the source of acceptance, whether appropriate or not. The rejection / acceptance theme transcends the topic of writing into other relationships, which reveals itself throughout the film.

I highly recommend this to anyone who feels that their dreams were shattered. My advice? Don’t give up. Embrace your passion for yourself, and not for others.

By Christopher Malmevik

The Dream Seller

Would you like to buy a comma?

What are you?
A psychologist? No.
A psychiatrist?
A religious person?
A priest? A pastor?
Or you’re just crazy?
Yah, that’s more like it. You could say I play on the crazy team.
I consider myself a dream seller.
I always sell that money can’t buy.
I sell confidence to the insecure.
Fearlessness to the phobic.
Common sense to the impetuous.
What about the suicidal?
What about them?
What can you sell them?
I have a comma.
Just a little comma
So that they can continue to write their story
Even when the world comes crushing down on them.

What we need is a little comma
And that way you could continue to write a story
Even if we feel like the whole world comes crushing down.
I bought once a comma myself from a dream seller

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

A wonderful Brazilian Movie titled Dream Seller.

Sometime the hating has to stop.

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For Valentine’s Day, I wanted to watch a movie that would make my heart all warm and fuzzy as I nurse the dreaded flu that I am afflicted with for the past three days. Our library has a wide range … Continue reading

A Star is Born

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DP: Childhood Revisited – Total Recall of the day’s gone by – not goodbye.

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.  

Total Recall of the day’s gone by – not goodbye.

There’s a song in my head: “Those were the days my friend, we thought we’ve never end, we’d sing and dance forever and day.”  Plenty of playing, praising and singing. Growing up in a family of 13, I am number 10, it takes its toll.  I have nine siblings to be obeyed and be respected because they are older than me; three younger brothers to play with and dominate them.  My turn, hah!  Aside from uncles, aunties, and cousins, we are a multitude of the stars.  As God said, “Go and build me a nation,” we did.  Actually, that’s just the way life was in the Philippines.  The more the merrier and plenty of love to give, receive and share.  Not like that “Godfather” movie, you’ll end up with a horse on your bed. Yikes.

The word to describe today’s post is hypermnesia \hye-perm-NEE-zhee-uh\

Noun: abnormally vivid or complete memory or recall of the past by according to http://www.merriam-webster.com/

I know it’s better to remember good times, good times but this one particular memory brought awareness in my little brain.  My sisters love to make collages, and they post them on the wall just above the bed we all share. This is one of the pictures.

Feed the Children, please

Feed the Children, please

This image thought me so much, and I did not learn this from kindergarten school.  From this collage, I learned to love and compassion as I grow up instilling in my heart and soul that we all have to help the children for we were children once before.

The greatest teacher for me, in my background, is Jesus Christ.  Let the little children come to me.  Pax Tecum,  Seeker.