A Cup of Jon
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I Scrunch My Finger
I scrunch my finger.
It is at this point
in time and space
and no other.
It is my mind
that tells my brain
to scrunch my finger.
This finger
will exist
after my mind
is no more.
I scrunch my finger
because I want to.
No one tells me
to scrunch my finger.
No one but me.
I scrunch my finger
and that is my mark
in history.
My finger moves
through space.
It pushes unseen beings
out of its way
in order to complete
its journey.
It will never
scrunch at that time again.
I could scrunch my finger
in the same space again,
but never that same time.
It has been done
and that time is now gone.
I decided to spend that time
scrunching my finger.
I'll never get that time
back again.
My mind decided to spend
that time it was given
to scrunch my finger.
How shall I spend the rest of it?
It is at this point
in time and space
and no other.
It is my mind
that tells my brain
to scrunch my finger.
This finger
will exist
after my mind
is no more.
I scrunch my finger
because I want to.
No one tells me
to scrunch my finger.
No one but me.
I scrunch my finger
and that is my mark
in history.
My finger moves
through space.
It pushes unseen beings
out of its way
in order to complete
its journey.
It will never
scrunch at that time again.
I could scrunch my finger
in the same space again,
but never that same time.
It has been done
and that time is now gone.
I decided to spend that time
scrunching my finger.
I'll never get that time
back again.
My mind decided to spend
that time it was given
to scrunch my finger.
How shall I spend the rest of it?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Prologue
He sat there by the river, slowly stroking the smooth surface of the stone and tried hard to remember good times, or at least better times. Things were different. He was different. The world was different. Everything he thought he knew was wrong. He turned the stone over and over between his fingers and paid no attention to the hard rain that bombarded the back of his head. He didn’t care. That was the least of his worries. The battle that raged inside his mind was all that mattered to him. He softly hummed a melancholy song. He knew the tune well, but could not recall a single lyric. He never could. He had listened to that song countless times when he needed to think, but had never actually listened to the words. It was the intensely solemn and sobering composition that constantly drew him back in when his mind decided it was time to contemplate life. He had become so conditioned by this that it took him some time to even realize he was humming that tune. It was this realization that made him remember what he was trying so hard to forget… he was alone.
I'm thinking about continuing this... what do you think?
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Imaginary Reading
I have this issue where I talk about and imagine myself reading a lot more than I actually do. What are some good techniques you use to quiet your mind and focus on reading?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Hipstamatic HumpDays #5: The Fallen and the Falling...
Recently my uncle posted some photos of a cemetery in the fall, which always makes for stunning photographs. Autumn cemetery photos seem to evoke a certain emotion that's difficult to convey with words. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps it's the subconscious connection of the combination of the season in which arboreal and floral life seems to be fading away and the marble memorials that remind us of our own mortality.
These photos are nothing special. Danielle and I decided to stop by and take a walk through a cemetery by my house when we got out of class. I decided to snap a few quick photos with my iPhone because it's currently the only camera I own. My 35mm SLR is still a fantastic camera, but film is rare these days and I don't have the money to spend on the film or the processing, so I'm using this 3 megapixel camera in my phone until I can afford a digital SLR.
I really enjoyed the colorfulness of the leaves on this tree... |
I'm not big on taking photos of people, but I liked this one of Danielle... |
...and this will probably be the only photo of myself that I'll ever post... |
Monday, October 25, 2010
Bibliophile's Paradise
Well, this weekend I attended a "Friends of the Library" book sale at an expo center. It was a monstrous building with wall-to-wall books lined up on tables... hundreds of thousands of books calling out my name. It truly was a bibliophile's paradise. We went on Saturday because it was half-price day on all the books, so most were around $1.50! So, being the bibliophile that I am, I went all out. Below is the list of books I acquired... in case you're interested...
1. Mycenae – Dr. Schliemann
This weekend's book sale haul... seeing something like this in front of me makes me smile... |
2. Seven Pillars of Wisdom – T.E. Lawrence
3. The Concise Dictionary of Classical Mythology – Pierre Grimal
4. The Dictionary of Classical Mythology, Religion, Literature, and Art – Oskar Seyffert
5. The Works of Oscar Wilde
6. Moby Dick – Herman Melville
7. The Portable Cervantes (Don Quixote, 2 “Exemplary Novels”, & Cervantes’ Farewell to Life) – Samuel Putnam
8. The Hunchback of Notre Dame – Victor Hugo
9. Robin hood and His Merrie Men
10. The Analects – Confucius
11. Classics Greek and Romans – Meyer Reinhold
12. History of the Peloponnesian War – Thucydides
13. Tom Jones – Henry Fielding
14. The Trojan Women and Other Plays – Euripides
15. Voyage of the Beagle – Charles Darwin
16. The Mutiny of the Elsinore – Jack London
17. The Sea Wolf – Jack London
18. White Fang – Jack London
19. The Theban Plays – Sophocles
20. The Rise and Fall of Athens: Nine Greek Lives – Plutarch
21. Rob Roy – Sir Walter Scott
22. On the Nature of Things – Lucretius
23. Rubaiyat – Omar Khayyam
24. Essays, Poems, Addresses – Ralph Waldo Emerson
25. Essays and New Atlantis – Francis Bacon
26. Utopia – Thomas More
27. Selected Poems – Walt Whitman
28. Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea – Jules Verne
29. Bulfinch’s Mythology – Thomas Bulfinch
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Hipstamatic HumpDay #4: Sunrise... Sunset...
I don't have much to say, so I'll just add the photos... Is that okay? Good...
Just a sunrise... no clouds, just pure light... I liked it. |
Quarry near Sparta, MO... Autumn is certainly in full swing! |
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