Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Tucson Poet's Studio
Came across Tucson Poet's Studio online today, and it seems like a cool place for a staycation. Wonder what other poets/writers stay there, and what it has to offer apart from typical amenities such as satellite TV. It has definitely piqued my interest.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Day 17 - January 17, 2010
This is just a thought. I've recently decided to quit drinking soda, being that soda is one of the worst beverages to drink. It's a little late for New Year's resolutions, but I began to think what other wasteful things could be cut from my lifestyle, like TV watching. I don't think of myself as much of a TV watcher, but I do have certain shows I watch regularly, and I watch at least 10 hours of television a week, possibly more if you include movies. I grew up in a household where the TV was always on, and I am used to watching my fair share of TV. My hope is to quit soda cold turkey. Two weeks into it-- so far, so good. What if I were to abstain from watching television for a year? Could I do it? I don't know. I look back and think about all the hours of my life I've wasted vegging in front of the television. I used to think it that was the norm, and maybe it is, but then again, maybe it isn't. It gives me something to think about.
This poem from grade school comes to mind...
This poem from grade school comes to mind...
Jimmy Jet And His TV Set
by Shel Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet --
And you know what I tell you is true.
He loved to watch his TV set
Almost as much as you.
And you know what I tell you is true.
He loved to watch his TV set
Almost as much as you.
He watched all day, he watched all night
Till he grew pale and lean,
From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show"
And all the shows between.
Till he grew pale and lean,
From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show"
And all the shows between.
He watched till his eyes were frozen wide,
And his bottom grew into his chair.
And his chin turned into a tuning dial,
And antennae grew out of his hair.
And his bottom grew into his chair.
And his chin turned into a tuning dial,
And antennae grew out of his hair.
And his brains turned into TV tubes,
And his face to a TV screen.
And two knobs saying "VERT." and "HORIZ."
Grew where his ears had been.
And his face to a TV screen.
And two knobs saying "VERT." and "HORIZ."
Grew where his ears had been.
And he grew a plug that looked like a tail
So we plugged in little Jim.
And now instead of him watching TV
We all sit around and watch him.
So we plugged in little Jim.
And now instead of him watching TV
We all sit around and watch him.
Labels:
bad habits,
children's literature,
poetry,
shel silverstein,
television
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Day 9 - January 9, 2010
Saw the movie Invictus. Aside from the uplifting and inspiring message of the movie, I found myself moved by the trials Nelson Mandela suffered and by the fact that as horrible as his circumstances were, he surpassed them. After spending 27 years in prison, having been wrongly convicted, he emerged a better person and forgave those that oppressed him. I looked up the poem by William Ernest Henley, and decided to post it here as a reminder that we are more than our circumstances.
| William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903 |
| Invictus |
| OUT of the night that covers me, | |
| Black as the Pit from pole to pole, | |
| I thank whatever gods may be | |
| For my unconquerable soul. | |
| | |
| In the fell clutch of circumstance | 5 |
| I have not winced nor cried aloud. | |
| Under the bludgeonings of chance | |
| My head is bloody, but unbowed. | |
| | |
| Beyond this place of wrath and tears | |
| Looms but the Horror of the shade, | 10 |
| And yet the menace of the years | |
| Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. | |
| | |
| It matters not how strait the gate, | |
| How charged with punishments the scroll, | |
| I am the master of my fate: | 15 |
| I am the captain of my soul. |
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