After a day spent lugging
my gunship around, a drape of foam
sighs over me––your arm, deep blue,
a velvet of cool crashing calm upon my hull.
An ocean you are that cradles
me, cannon-tattered, munitions-depleted,
safely towards the horizon’s lighthouse with waves
no harsher than the tinkle of your breath along my ear
as it glitters its way
in escapades down my legs to dispell itself
like a dozen rockets from my toes––You pull me closer
into a dream, the night all black except for
the whispers of stars you use
to navigate gently to the new day.
And so we go
Not my love life or my secret plan to take over the world or anything exciting like that. (Those things are still showing no signs of success.) I meant my book.
I admit that after working all summer (or what summer we’ve had so far) I am only twenty-two pages in. I also don’t have a strict layout for where I want my writing to go–just a few things in my mind that aren’t necessarily in chronological order. But the the stuff that comes out of my pencil is keeping this thing alive. I keep writing things that I never see coming. It’s crazy.
Now, I still have to finish the darn thing, and then I’ll need to edit it. And then someone who knows what the hay they’re doing will probably need to edit it too. That’s not going to discourage me. I get high on the idea of my name across the book, some cool professional graphic (hopefully not one of those cheap ones that makes you put the book back on the shelf), and reviews of my book in the New York Times. If I’m really lucky, I can get a movie deal, although if they mess my book up I’ll murder.
Good grief, I’m getting ahead of myself here. I should save my murderous feelings for when I have more than twenty-two pages and maybe a solid direction.
But someday, folks, you’ll see a book with my name on it. I promise!
Ciao for now,
I went to see Les Miserables two-ish days ago. It was a really fantastic movie and I would definitely watch it again. I cried like a baby through about half of it, which was slightly awkward because I had gone with some of my friends and whenever I cry during a movie I feel like I’m the only one crying. Unlike a lot of movies (i.e. LOTR) when soldiers from either side were killed I twinged a little and it was all a little more personal than a lot of movies I’ve seen. I recommend in the highest (if that makes any sense).
And all this death and hurt and personal feelings got me to thinking about this dream I had two-ish weeks ago that was also very personal and painful and also vaguely related to LOTR (sort of).
I was a warrior in one of those old-timey fantasy-style battles. A bow was passed up to me, a shaft of arrows already against my back. I grabbed the reins of my chestnut horse and rode into battle. A bowman stood on a platform, mowing down the army that I was a part of. His one weakness was a gap in the wall surrounding the platform, which he had his back to. My burden was to slash his back as my horse ran past him. My horse and I were in a long line, extending both in front of and behind us, of people who had failed at this task and people who had yet to attempt it. I reached my sword out, but I was either too late or too far away from him. He swiveled, anger across his face, and I saw what came next before it came. He pulled back the bow and let an arrow fly right into the center of my neck. It was a weird feeling, not at all unlike getting food caught un my throat. Death was peaceful, quiet, and fast: I was dead before my body hit the ground. Then came a noise, a flapping like rapid wings, growing louder and louder and being pumped directly into both of my ears.
And then I woke up.
I’m not sure why exactly, but I have this eerie suspicion that that’s just what death is like (in the words of Sirius Black, “just like falling asleep”).
But anyway you should watch Les Miserables sometime, it really is one of the best movies I’ve ever seen and probably will be one of yours too, if you haven’t seen it yet.
Ciao for now,
PS This is the first post I wrote on my phone.
PPS I would say “the first of many” but I can’t promise that there will be another one. It’s impossible to edit on that thing.
PPPS The only reason that dream is like Lord of the Rings is because of the fantasy-style battles.
PPPPS That’s all.
tell me a story before i rise
a whisper before i open my eyes
the day is full of nothing but lies
the night’s the only time i feel wise
can i feel safe in your fist?
bending physics with your wrist?
nightmares my one enemy?
night you make good company
secret me the whisper of the shadows
sing me a lullaby before I wake
sun and horizon, my only foes
my dreaming will give what lightime will take
breathing deep or counting sheep
all to learn while i’m asleep
so give me a prophecy
night you make good company
so i’ll float upon a dream
night and i work as a team
for here in dark, not even a spark
will rouse me from the moon’s scheme