Just recently have I been enlightened upon an incredible person in our society. Maya Angelou has appeared, now, multiple times in our routine discussions in Humanities. I have discovered a humanitarian that often goes unnamed in common lists. After reading only two pieces of her work, her style is evident to me; philosophical, passionate, and profound. Her writing is done with such eloquence that every single word is imagined to come out of her mouth.
Life's Good displays her "voice" as well as any other writing. As she begins to describe her misunderstanding of life, death, and all of humanity; she states, "I find myself surcease from the entanglement of questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything" This summons the most vague question one can ask which is, "what is my purpose?" No, we cannot apprehend everything in this world, we all know that, but what i wonder is, why not? Why is everything not definite. Like numbers and lines. With a beginning, an end, and a middle. I wonder where questions originate from. It seems, to me, that a Utopian society seems like the future or past of our people, where no questions are asked but just merely ignorance. Now, by all means, I do not believe this totalitarian society where all aspects of life are controlled, but I see how some genius would plot to turn this world we know into a
Dystopia-like nation. I once read a book titled
The Giver that Lois Lowry wrote following a young boy living in an "anti-utopian" society. It is so incredible to think that the way they live is not so distant from our lives.
I apologize for going off on such a tangent. I really needed to stop. Anyway, here goes nothing.
I am barred in iron chains,
upright with disbelief.
I am barred in questions,
What?When?Where?
I am barred in memories,
living life in its wake.
I am barred in expectations,
all energies to liberate myself.
I am barred by love,
strange, impossible, alarming.
I am barred.
Josh
p.s. I am not barred. this is not a disclaimer, just a reminder.
4 comments:
dude that poem is good ! better than any poem i've read [x LOL !
you use so many prodigious words josh.
Perhaps it's not an issue of "Why are things not definite?" but rather "What things do we need to still figure out?"
Also, how definite are numbers and lines? I mean what if what we perceive as reality is not real at all? Gravity is a law, but any scientist will tell you that there's a tiny tiny TINY possibility that gravity is bullhonkey.
Okay so this is the comment that i sent to the wrong josh...so yea here its ...It porbaly doesnt even relatte to what your blog was about....Hey!!!! thats so true...Poor people are happier than poor people...because poor people have no money...DUH!...so they focus more an murals and values.Rich people focus on being the leader and running things ...They only care about what they can get and how to get more...Yea it is "TRIPPY"....Im going to have the longest comment on your page okay so just bare with me.......so hows ur life goin so far... uummmmm i dont know what eles to say.... did u look at my blog...ohh and you should see elizabeths blog...its about Jesus:(..... have you ever lost someone close to you...why does it smell like chocolate??????? oh dont pay me no attention..its just that my house smells like chocalate....i wonnder if i have the longed commnet yet....ohh yea i sent you the physics thingy but i dont know if i went through or if you got it.....wahts your favorite comment???? what...i mean song....i could of just deleted that but whatever im too lazy.... blah blah okay.....i think this is long enough...BYE BYE...........
PEACE, love & HaIrGrEaSe.....HAHAHA..........
hahah urss is deepper than mine..i wrote mine too quickly so u didnt use eloquent words like i usually like too..ahaha nice bloogg
i <3 ur poem
xoxo
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