Friday, July 23, 2010

Break my rusty cage and run

7

Trapped. 
By the pressures of work, 
By the demands of society,
By the cruel necessity of money,
By relationships going nowhere fast. 
Each one another bar in a moment that
Seems determined to bind and constrict,
Not embrace and bless us, nor enfold us 
In serendipity and boundary-less fortune.
"Like a cat in a bag / waiting to drown"
No, not so morose, yet not so detached. 
A bird maybe, gazing from imprisonment.
Chirping wistfully at the expanse of world
Commencing from not even two feet away.
Cruelly somehow allowing vision of all yet
Access to little. Cursed cage of restriction!


Yet might this cage not be a rusty one? Why not test those hinges... bend those bars....?


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet"

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It has long been a feature of mythology and science fiction that many a creature can be weakened by the knowledge or speaking aloud of its name. The idea that the name holds a mystic power, almost like a spell.

"You have me at a disadvantage"
"He doesn't even know my name"
"Creature, I name you... Carrionite!" (Ahem, that's just for you, EJ!)

A name can help us find someone, can spark conversation, can condemn someone. Can be spat out in spite or murmured in a verbal caressing wonder. Can define someone, describe something in wonderful rounded tones or harsh consonant sounds, represent hope and optimistic plans. But surely the by far the most beautiful uses of names is for people...


What is in a name?

Maybe we don't think of it as control. Maybe we think of as a new connections created. What is life if not the people in it?