Tuesday, August 31, 2004

I apologize, but here's the latest draft (with which I am content)

Hey All,

That's a very interesting, yet perverse twist upon one of my favorite childrens stories.....turns out the story of Alice is actually punishment for every girl who will indefinitely have a date with Father Time instead of you know who's camera! Well that certainly beats the ole "That guy musta been on acid when he wrote that dude," angle...interesting.

Well, I've had some time again to become inspired to finish this poem I've been working on for awhile now. Although, I am pleased with my recent additions and revisions. I hope you enjoy. Please, feel free to help me further with the process :-)

The Guise of Dis

By Chris Lindgren

Disgrace for grace.
Disrupt this Dis,
Dis-side on slith’ring, blurring infamy.

Dis-satisfied?
Dis-a-gree? We’ll
Disband this dis-ease into blissed out abyss…

…Distance yourself,
Disjoin from ease—
Dis-stance ourselves against this grace, his grace.

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

Dis-ease between the lines, hissssss
Dis-asters pungent sting.
Thisgrace we’ve left behind
A kiss, like Dis, we’ll bring.

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

Dis-coitaled, we’ll laugh as one,
Dis-pair of pleasures bound.
Dis-ire once begun
Thisgrace, whosegrace, confound.

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

‘Tis you, will who Dis-sides,
Dis-tasteful burgeoned fate.
Thisgrace we shall divide,
Righteous we shall create.

Disgrace, thisgrace, Hisgrace.

Hisgrace for pigs divine,
This Legion found in me.
Abyss you soon shall find,
This swine I trust in me.

Mene, Mene, Tekel

Monday, August 30, 2004

Quick Posting of Pics

Hey All,

I sent these pics to Kris but I thought I would share them with the rest of y'all. And I believe these will take over the screen, so I'm sorry about the shock value!





And for the heck of it, here is a pic from my bachelor party.....before the trampoline accident and during the gun slinging! And whaddya know, I'm wearing the same freakin' shirt!

Sunday, August 29, 2004

I'm the Sucka Foo!

Sup,

So hear I sit on the couch, in the new apartment and for the past few days I've been (unfortunately) religiously checking the Blog to see if anyone has commented on my draft. Man, I've definitely been withdrawn from society lately out here on the west coast. Don't fret, I have not spent all my time cooped up in the apartment.

Laura and I went to Multnomah Falls yesterday and hiked it up, up, up quite a ways. We're both suffering from soreness, but it's Laura who has taken over the role of gimp in this family, while I walk away, well......normally. :-)

Well, Miko (mycat) beckons me to come and play with her bell-ball.

Later,

Chris

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Writing, Jobs, minus NDSU, minus Taggart! Nice.

Well, here is the latest draft of my poem. Let me know if you like the transition into a different form half way through...Any feedback is cool.

I am also currently working on Chapter 2 to Colorless, Odorless. Kris called me briefly this afternoon and we chatted for a bit until the wife, (hehehehe jk), Laura, warned me of our low peak minutes. It was a good talk and it was good to hear a familiar voice. I told him about the chp 2 thing and i like his idea of writing multiple chapter 2's and such, and then pick the best. I'll have to post when I get something of substance written.

Kris, what we didn't get to talk about was Byron x3 and BIG BAD TAGGART. lol. That is a wicked combo. Good luck my friend. What doesn't kill ya, will only make you stronger. ALthough, I am glad that I don't have to face off with Tag again......**phew** I hope some new interesting challenges have a chance to kick me in the teeth :-% As soon as I finished my degree this summer at NDSU it was like a bucket of mercurochrome disinfected/cleansed me from repugnant busy work.....although, I assume within a week I shall be douched with that crap only a different brand, when I hopefully get a job. Oh well, Laura and I need to eat!

The job I might get is with Volkswagon Credit. I would be a Customer Care Rep....yipppeeeeee! but it's $12/hour with a chance to get hired fully and get $32,000/yr. plus health and dental, plus I could lease a car for half the price and they would also pay my insurance! So it's not without the perks.....

Anywho, withou further bunny trails...here is the poem....I hope you enjoy the revision:


The Guise of Dis
By Chris Lindgren

Disgrace for grace.
Disrupt this Dis,
Dis-side on slurring, blurring infamy.

Dis-satisfied?
Dis-a-gree? We’ll
Disband this dis-ease into blissed out abyss…

…Distance yourself,
Disjoin from ease—
Dis-stance ourselves against this grace, his grace

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

Dis-ease between the lines, hissssss
Dis-asters pungent sting.
Thisgrace we’ve left behind
A kiss, like Dis, we’ll bring.

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

Dis-coitaled, we’ll laugh as one,
Dis-pair of pleasures bound.
Dis-ire once begins
Thisgrace, whosegrace, confound.

Disgrace, thisgrace, whosegrace?

‘Tis you, will who Dis-sides,
Dis-tasteful burgeoned fate.
Thisgrace we shall divide,
Righteous we shall create.

Disgrace, thisgrace, Hisgrace.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

NDSU!

Sarah, I don't know how grad school can only be a "little" more focused than last year. I'm killing myself with not having focus right now. It's been one day and I already know that I'm going to hate at least one class.

That's what I get for also going the English Education route. (Biggest mistake of my life!) Honestly, I think my time would've been better spent with a Philosophy degree, plus I think the job that I would get from such a degree would be about three times better than teaching high school English. KILL ME NOW!

(Side note to Chris: I officially have three classes with Byron Engberg. However, I guess that pales in comparison to have ONE class with Amy Taggart--sorry Sarah, if you like her, there are some hard feelings between she, Chris and I.)

My courses:
French 101 (req'd for Spanish major.)
English 467 (Capstone indeed!)
English 458 (Taggart in the flesh! ...only I would be so lucky!)
English 451 (Good old loyal Saltin'.)
Biology 315 (Still have not completed Science generals (can you blame me?))
Education 482 (Let the murder begin!)

Yeah, we're spending half our days in Capstone in a computer cluster in Morrill and the other half in the basement of Askanase (a foolish move, methinks). However, I get to read Huxley, Orwell, C.S. Lewis, Atwood, Vonnegut (and others) for the Capstone. Sounds a little better than what you guys had to do, doesn't it? Oh yeah, and it's official...no creative writing senior projects are allowed. (BASTARDS!)

I'm anxious to hear more about your lives. After all, you've all already lived my life (minus the intolerable Dr. Shaw). I'm using bold. Must be the hatred that accompanies the busy work in the book(aka piece of crap) "Write to Learn" for Educ 482.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Take it from one who has leeched...

Unless that person is a super-nerd, there is no way to know if someone is leeching. Chances are that person has his wireless connection, doesn't check to see if there are multiple IPs using it (and he probably would care less as long as you refrain from downloading megabytes and megabytes of junk). Lord knows ever since I've got this internet connection here, I have not once checked to see if someone else is being dishonest. I really could care less. Perhaps I'm too benevolent.

I'm upset you didn't do Oregon in phonological symbols. (Is that even what they are...I have forgotten.) You should know better. We've all been through it. Plus, I'm not sure if they're pronouncing it "Ore-eh?-gin" as in the rock, the pseudo-question, the alcohol. ;-)

I should've warned you. It most definitely is not "ore-gone." Ha ha. Say that to an Oregonian some time, expect verbal lashing.

Wirelessnessnessnessnessnessnessnessnessness

Hey everyone,

Laura and I are finally getting settled into our new 1 bdrm apartment. I am able to post due to a curiosity test involvoing me, my wireless card, and my computer....hehehehe.......I'm being a naughty boy and leeching off of the dudes wireless network below.....hehehehehe. We'll get our own soon enough, I just need a job first.

Hey Kris, thanks for the sweet, sweet haiku. It makes me want to break out some cinnamon bread and spread some cheez whiz, and of course savor the sweet combo! I left my resume and a note on the back with Dr. Brooks and Salting, so no "hello's" are necessary for me.

Sarah, I also would like to know how and what grad school is like.....if you don't mind another inquiring mind. Good luck with the speech class!

Erik, dude.....sea kayaking just sounds too fun. I don't blame you for a sec for not blogging. Although, keep bloggin'!

Well, I'm heading out tomorrow to find a job....hopefully meet some people in the publishing biz. There are some publishers in the area, so I'll attempt to meet with someone to discuss my future, hehehehe....

Oh, by the way, it's very strange knowing how far away I am from home and that home is (possibly) here in Oregon...or as these incessant Oregonians pronounce it, "Or-eh-gIn." WHO CARES!!!!

Alright, gotta go explore the area with Laura.

Later dudes and dudette,

The Chris Man

P.S. I will post my latest draft of one of my poems soon...if this leeching still works that is....

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Questions

Yeah, I understand that you two are busy. At least more busy than this sorry guy... Heh. NDSU rolls around in about 5 days. That should be fun. Any people that you guys want me to say hello for? Anyone up for some Amy Taggart greetings? Don Salting? Kevin Brooks? Eric ("guest professor") McLuhan?

Yeah, Sarah, all of the hopes of NDSU 2004 ride on you and your flight at Ames. Like Erik said, no pressure. I'm curious - what makes it hard? Is it just involving having to learn to teach a class?

And a haiku for Chris:

Yeah, hey Chris, out there
In the crazy liberal land:
Lay off the cheez-whiz.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

hey guys, i apologize for not posting for a bit...been lazy, (has nothing to do with your post kris) even now, i cannot type long as we just got done sea kayaking and are going out for dinner soon. i promise to write more in depth and about the other posts soon. Kris, i do not know about attaching a word document...i would say to cut and paste the contents into the comment section on one of the pre existing posts that way no matter how long it is it will not take up space on the blog...just an idear..

hang in there sarah, you are our only hope of proving how good our graduating class is and if you fail then we all fail. no pressure.

bye everybody will type more soon...

erik

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Happenings.

I certainly do have a knack for stopping all conversations.

What's going on in Ames, Sarah?

Erik, how fares la Alaskan vida?

Chris, you're exempt because you were the last poster-boy, and you probably don't have the internet. (LOSER!)

I am now an uncle. My niece was born on August 11th, at 6:00pm.



Good day.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Philosophy revisited.

Erik, do you know if there is a way that I can attach a Word file on blogger? Does it permit attachments? (I wrote comments to Chris's post about my poem, and sent it to him in a Word format, using the comments feature.)

I'm going to put what I thought were the highlights here, as this is half a memoric (I can invent words too!) blog and half a peer-response one. Without further, the highlights:

About the use of "nadir" -
This is one word I think you misunderstood what I wanted it to be. It’s
not “our lowest point” but more of an underdog – the guy who would save us, if
we needed saving. He who came from nothing (Mary / Joseph / …God) rather
than from the political powerhouse (i.e. Roman empire). Not to mention, “eli eli lamma sabacthani” – “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” – sounds pretty nadir-esque to me.

About "form" (poem/short story/etc) - Erik, Chris and I have discussed things we have written before, and we have often noted that it would be good to do something in one form rather than another (usually the one something has been done in) - I think there is a reason that people choose to write a poem about a family farm, or a philosophical-theological poem about God - it's not the same in another medium. To roughly (and incorrectly) quote Kevin Brooks, and indirectly Marshall McLuhan, the medium is not the message here--the artist's integrity is.

First philosophical point - is it God's "lowest move" (underhanded, stealthy, last-ditch) to bring Christ to the scene?

About the "time" setting in the poem - what would the difference be if the poem were set years ago rather than today?

Chris said, "so his [God's] plan would never fail..." My response, "Heavy philosophy again – unless, of course, he wanted it to [fail]. We cannot know the mind of the creator, or we would be the creator."

Chris said, "You are going up against [...] the Word of God." My response, "I prefer to think of it as going alongside the Word of God (thus the ability to have the multiple interpretations)."

I can't even begin to put how many philosophical offshoots that could've been launched from what he wrote and my responses to those. If the two of you want to read it, I'd be more than happy to e-mail it, but then you'd have to leave a comment here with your e-mail address in it. (And have a version of MS Word compatible with the comments features, I guess.)

I ended it with T.S. Eliot's dedication to the Waste Land, "To Ezra Pound el miglior fabbro" (The best (better) craftsman). I think that we, as our select group of NDSU Undergraduate English majors, are our best hope for "making it" as I have have said before ad infinitum. I cannot help but think that there's always someone behind a writer. To make an obscure allusion that only I can appreciate, a Lawrence Ferlinghetti to an Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac... (Or, to use what has been said, An Ezra Pound...) Whether it's some random publisher, friends, or whatever, there's someone giving that impetus (or funding). We are that impetus for each other. From drunken ramblings with random editors (sinister as we may find them to be!) or from people met online (no matter how Gothic we might think them), it's what we need to do.

Well, friends, I have again overwritten myself.

I hope everything fares well in Iowa and Alaska and soon-to-be Oregon for the three of you.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Comments and suggestions to (hopefully) help Kris

Though easy to reason His purpose was greater—
Our powerful, thundering, heavenly Pater,
Created from the motionless throes of His mind
His son the unerring and blessèd: our nadir.

With prophetic speech and calls of endtimes, (whose speech and calls?)
The son was sent forth to redeem us with wine, (so water-to-wine is now blood-to-wine?)
Kind blessing, his burden, a gift without peer,
A so-said deliverance from sin for all time. (but didn’t Jesus himself tell us this?)

People unthinking and vested in cheer
Unknowing and sobbing their various tears.
Nearing their ends and divining the why—
Said God killed his own to rend from us fear. (This stanza has the most direction since it works with our right to reason which could also be our downfall in the end)

Though easy to reason his purpose was greater—
The child the nadir the gift, may we mind
Descended with no greater desire nor drive (kinda prosy here)
Than to live as a man, as man then to die

I think your poem is still in the stages of ideas becoming something greater. It needs elaboration and the elaboration needs a vehicle.

I like your last line and I know you do too. It works beautifully to conclude an argument, but I think your human reasoning is what needs some work. To me the poem needs an edge for us readers to perch and rest our reading minds. The tossing-in of the conflict seems unfulfilling. Jesus as our lowest point in humanity…..I guess my belief comes into interpretation here….I believe Jesus’ coming is one of two most high points in our humanity. But another belief and conflict comes into play here: human reason vs. God’s unerring plan. The word Nadir was a hard one to pull off. I guess my question would be is it God’s lowest point or is it ours?

I would have liked it if you elaborated on our reasoning and found a way to connect your plan of Jesus (God) just wanting to live as a man. Now that’s a lotta work and I’m not so sure it can be done with the poem set in this day and age or with the fact that God is perfect, so his plan would never fail, so you have to make it seem as though it is working, but once again I am not so sure it works with Christianity.

You could possibly set the poem from a Jewish perspective…just a suggestion…then you could make the poem more of a parable instead of you just kind of pointing us towards your idea or goal. I just think you need to build a better argument, since you are going up against, well let’s face it, The Word of God.

Maybe to make it work better is to, as I suggested, make it a parable but also make it more comical/light-hearted. Jesus, sitting at the right hand of the Pater telling everyone in heaven via a parable what he wanted to do instead and/or the parable relates to the delusive practice of human’s of which we call reasoning. I am saying this because I feel it is necessary for me as a Christian to remind you of what you are toying around with (our salvation) and what a bunch of other minds have done too.

You could bring in other writers’ perspectives within Jesus’ Last Parable. Jesus could address the Father as Pater, which in turn could be your second line because I think that, “Our powerful, thundering, heavenly Pater,” doesn’t do so much for the Chris Man.

I like the word/line “divining the way.” It reminds me of devising, so it seduces me into the error of our ways but how we mask it with hyperbolic words. This ties in with the idea of illusions. Who is actually talking? Jesus? Satan? Who is this being talking to? Us? Everyone in heaven, hell and earth? This could make a great short story. Or epic poem! ;-) I think deception give the readers that chance to decide what they want to believe, because that is, afterall, what God has given us the ability to do.

I hope y suggestions help. I believe the poem would work much better being comical and also as a parable possibly being told by the deciever himself... (I say possibly because that is what we the readers will have to decide). To me it is depressing to think that we just made up Jesus intentions. Because without Him we’re in the dark forever. I’m not just saying this as a Christian, because the Bible itself, as I am sure you know refutes your poem. With that, I think you need to either work with it or against it (which I do not recommend). Working within the confinements of the Bible and using Satan as a subversive deception could give this an edge for the reader not to rest on (as stated before) but to die upon if they fail to make the right choice. Your beliefs are yours, but I just wanted to let you know how my beliefs interacted with your poem and I am sure others would too. It was hard to grab the idea that Jesus just wanted to die or live as a man without trying to save his people. That would be a worldy/selfish ideal not vested within our Lord.

Maybe I need clarification on your intentions, but when I first read that last stanza of yours,
Though easy to reason his purpose was greater—
The child the nadir the gift, may we mind
Descended with no greater desire nor drive
Than to live as a man, as man then to die

I wanted to agree with the fact that yes, He wanted to live as a man and then to die as a man so he could be our way to heaven, but not with the idea that he just wanted to walk amongst us for the sake of walking. Maybe that’s what you want me to do?????

I just think with your vantage point it is hard to argue. We should get together and discuss this further, especially before me and Laura take off! I would love to talk about this notion you have and what can be done with it. And with what you want to do with it.

Very interesting ideas Kris. You never cease to amaze me with your intellect and insight. Keep writing!

Monday, August 09, 2004

Glad to hear that everyone is doing well (minus Chris, who has failed to report in the past while).

I remember you complaining about the cost of a ticket to get up to AK, Erik, how did your friend manage to do it? Did he do it on a whim? Or had you been planning it for some time now?

Sarah, glad to hear that you're getting settled in Ames. I have to say that I agree with Erik and distrust the four-letter city name, but I'm sure you'll soon establish yourself so that everyone knows of presence. And I wouldn't worry about not finding the transvestites yet, you're probably just not sure which type they are: the man-woman, woman-man. Speaking of which, I remember being in Córdoba, Argentina and saw this hot woman in the back of a pickup truck driving down the road, showing off her thong. We approached only to find a wigged man. We were duped. Though these words may live on infamy, that was still one fine pair of buttocks (shaved, mind you, as I imagine most men to have some unsightly hair).

I revised my poem that I posted over a month ago. New comments are welcome. The theme which I hope to stick to (if you can help in anyway, please post in reply) is: God comes to earth as Jesus, man decides that Jesus was here to save us, Jesus (God) decides that he just wanted to live as man. Suggestions, ideas, comments are helpful. Some rhythmic lapses are hopefully cleared up (view the former draft for what I'm talking about).

Though easy to reason His purpose was greater—
Our powerful, thundering, heavenly Pater,
Created from the motionless throes of His mind
His son the unerring and blessèd: our nadir.

With prophetic speech and calls of endtimes,
The son was sent forth to redeem us with wine,
Kind blessing, his burden, a gift without peer,
A so-said deliverance from sin for all time.

People unthinking and vested in cheer
Unknowing and sobbing their various tears.
Nearing their ends and divining the why—
Said God killed his own to rend from us fear.

Though easy to reason his purpose was greater—
The child the nadir the gift, may we mind
Descended with no greater desire nor drive
Than to live as a man, as man then to die.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

hey sarah,

glad to hear you're al set up in Ames, I never really trusted towns with less than 5 letters in their names, but maybe ames will prove me wrong... you must let us know your situation once you get settled in... how do you like your place? are there any cool hangouts you've found yet? have you found where the transvestites hang out? hope all is well with everyone. my buddy john just came up to see me and i had a week off of work, it was awesome, did a bunch of hiking and stuff. saw some bears...good time, talk with you all soon

erik

Sunday, August 01, 2004

For the Sake of Philosophy

Thanks kris for the explanation, you make a good case for Ullyses which I will tackle one of these days. I'm currently reading Dosty's "Demons" (previously translated as "The Possessed") and so am mired in a world of complex human interactions the cause of which are rarely explained. The actions come about as results of feelings, emotions, and impulses which the characters cannot themselves understand. I find this trend in my life and must assume it happens to everyone. Emotions cannot be logicaly analyzed, they can be viewed objectively at a later date but if you have ever tried to console a grieving parent, or befriend someone in the thralls of depression (and we won't even get into the realm of love), or have been in these states yourself, then you know that these emotions move with the force of glaciers, inexorably onward towards some final complexing resting place.
Which brings me to my statement concerning the comprehension of the inner workings of one human being being the key to understanding all forms of human interactions within the family, community, nation, and world. for, just as a person is a single entity, so too is a people a single entity which is motivated and driven by the same elemental passions as each of those people from which it is comprised.

in summation: What is faith and why does it compel? What causes emotional pain, or emotional satisfaction? What is the driving force behind greed, envy, and hate? What factors combine to create the sensation of love? Tell me this, and show me the world.

ok, sorry guys for the high handed language used in this post, but I think after 3 years of writing for professors I feel the urge to get wordy, and you guys are my outlet. I realize this is so much verbal mumbling, and what i am trying to say could probably be summed up more efficiently with a certain popular phrase from the GI Joe cartoons but I thank you for your time.

ps. Kris I agree with you, trying to solve the human condition is impossible, much akin to trying to dig a hole to china, all we can do is look at what has taken place, show remorse for the mistakes we've made, and try our hardest to avoid them in the future.

peace
erik