Is it too early to be thinking about what I’ll be doing and how I will be living when I return to Canada? I can’t decide.
I’ve began to assemble what I’ve written so far, and the results are disappointing. It’s not the quantity that is the main issue (although there is nothing to brag about in that area either), but the quality.
Seems that much of what I wrote should see only the white pages of a journal, and be read only by the author. I wouldn’t go as far as saying that having the world read it could constitute a crime against humanity, but the thought did cross my mind as I read through some pages.
To the old saying that everyone has a book inside them, Christopher Hitchens replies ‘Yes, and for most people that is where it should stay.’
I am wondering the fate of my writing. But there are some pieces I’ve written which give me some hope, and if the end result is in any way a reflection of the inspiration behind the work, well, then everything will turn out just fine.
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Life at June 15th, 2010.
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Es ist furchtbar im Meere vor Durst zu sterben. Müsst ihr denn gleich eure Wahrheit so salzen, dass sie nicht einmal mehr den Durst löscht? – Nietzsche
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Deutsche Einträge at June 14th, 2010.
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I’ve seen the footage a hundred times – shots fired into an unarmed crowd, the whistling sound and then the smoke. Then, someone is carried away for having their body ripped apart. Only this time, I know the face. The voice.
A couple months ago, she wrote a plea. “O America, my America… stop making weapons to test on demonstrators in Palestine.” Now, she lies in a hospital after a gas grenade left the barrel and found not pavement but instead her face.
This time it was she that was carried away amongst the panic and human wails.
I know so little about that part of the world and its conflict. But in a way, I now know more then I ever wished to. And I will never make sense of it, no matter how many times I watch the video of her bleeding in the street.
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Life at June 9th, 2010.
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Group: I will never understand why guys cheat on pretty girls with ugly ones
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Obviously because you’re a ditsy airhead that never evolved beyond considering anything other than outwardly appearances. You judge books by their cover, are labouring under the misapprehension that everyone likes the same things you do, and during elections ask the polling station clerk where photos of the candidates are displayed. The group was started by a self-professed attractive woman dumped by an ex for someone with a personality.
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Soap Box at June 6th, 2010.
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Where you appear from, I know not. On my walk, at the table, between the store isles… With a smile you part solitude, and then leave gently with balance restored.
You speak to me; ask all the right questions. I answer, but first look around for no other can see you. Sometimes you tease me, to cox me out. And I can’t help but smile, knowing you came just for me.
Today I saw you on the shore, standing and looking at the grey water under a grey dusk sky. In the summer wind there we met, but it was part of me from ago that was there. Two streams of time entangled on the sand, water washing over our wet sandy feet. Without words, we talked a while. Then, you left again, to where ever you go when I feel better.
You’ll come again, a few or dozen more times. And then something will wash you away until you perhaps drift onto my shore again.
