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
Disrupt this Dis,
Dis-side on slurring, blurring infamy.
Dis-satisfied?
Dis-a-gree? We’ll
Disband this dis-ease into blissed out abyss…
Disjoin from ease—
Dis-stance ourselves against this grace, his grace
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.
2 Comments:
Quick comment - don't you still have Verizon to Verizon calling minutes? Or are you dangerously low on those, too? Because, if you do, then you wouldn't have had anything to worry about, I would think. Oh well. I didn't want to talk to you anyway, dork.
I'll put comments on your poem on Friday. (Thursdays aren't good for me.)
Yo,
I went back to my poem after much prayer and Bible reading and I like the poem only slightly more than last. But to tell you the truth I say this only because it is so disheartening to think of the truth behind it. That is why I am going to work on its reversal/answer/alternative, which is definitely filled with hope instead of what happens in the darkness of self. Here it goes, again I hope I can discuss details:
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.
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