Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Questions. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2009

Warning: Spoilers Ahead.

"I did the right thing, didn’t I? It all worked out in the end."

"‘In the end’? Nothing ends, ~~~~~. Nothing ever ends."

This is the sum of countless thoughts floating through my head, and then colliding together in a huge blast that levels the field and leaves everything stunned... nearly dead.

I owe her.

I have to repay all the effort and energy she put into us...

Last night, attempting to sleep... but through a barrage of text messages, from my side and hers, I swore that one more message and I would walk downstairs with a knife and cut myself open for her because nothing else would satisfy. She wants something, it might not be blood or flesh, but she WANTS SOMETHING.

From me...

I had the thought in a sharp rise of anger, but it stuck with me today. Her moving, her separation, our arguments over stupid things that make no sense... the fact that she says I know exactly what she feels and what will push her... it's because she WANTS... me to push her?

Perhaps not to push her, but she is actively receptive to something from me... She wants something... and just assumes that if I say something it is directed at her... towards her...

Because she wants it... this thing. She is actively seeking it.

One more text message and I would have cut myself open... not lethal, as I don't believe she wants my death... but a good scar.

Is that it? To mark myself... to help her feel that she meant something to me? Some way to show that it wasn't all a waste...

Is that it then?

Honor
Truth

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Nicolás Cristóbal Guillén Batista



This man.
This is the man I am trying to understand at the moment. Trying to understand his beliefs and his ideals, in an effort to interpret his work: "No sé por qué piensas tú"

He decried the opression of the common man, fought against imperialism, and promoted communism. He was kicked out of cuba (for his writings and voice I believe) and allowed back in after 1959 when Castro took over.

I just don't know much other than that. Did he love Castro's system of communism? Did things turn out how he envisioned them? In the poem, is he stating that the soldiers of that time hated the common man? Was he trying to talk to soldiers in the future?

I just don't understand, I can see my own interpretation, which might be all that matters... but I don't know much at the time up till 1959. The poem was released in the collection: Cantos para soldados y sones para turistas (Songs for Soldiers and Sones for Tourists) but I feel like I need to know what things were like in cuba during that time. What prompted him to write this?

Bleh, thoughts, words, and understandings.