One day or another

What is irony? Irony is the incongruity of what is expected and what actually happens. Why I am writing more on this weird comedy? It is for the simple fact that I encounter this motherfucker of an allegory almost every single day of my life. Some days more than others obviously, so what was it about today that made it so disgustingly ironic? In this globalized age where no one is free of personal invasion I received a message from my only love. The one that breaks my heart every time I think of her. This message was pertaining to, what they hell I am doing this disappointing summer? “Nothing just wishing I was with you”. “Do you have a place in Montana this summer I could live at”? “No fuck not until august”. This is just something I guess that will always happen between her and me. Irony good or bad maybe something good will happen right. I finish this message though with the beautiful thought on the possibilities of life. Maybe something will happen maybe nothing; at least the thought of myself still breezes around her psyche.

Notorious B.I.G the one and only King Of New York

"It was all a dream i used to read word up magazine" Juicy

Finding Classics In Everything

As this semester comes to a close I just wanted to talk briefly about how after taking this course I am able to find examples of classical literature on almost a daily bases. From the Homeric Hymns to the Golden Ass the eternities blow in the wind everyday and everywhere I go. Walking down main street I see a joker playing a trick on his older brother, I see a mother nurturing her beautiful young daughter. I look to the gutter, I see the headline of some young 14 year old girl committing suicide in the name of true love, I walk into a bar to order a drink and what do I see a bunch of men arguing over what love really is. Over across the bar at that same moment there are women talking about how they are not going to sleep with their men until they stop being selfish pricks. Walking by cactus records there are about 15 teenybopper girls drooling over a poster of the hottest new rocker on the scene. This all happens almost in the first hour of walking through down town Bozeman one of the most far removed places from ancient Greece. I ask my self where is the Metamorphoses and where is the Golden Ass. I realize that I am the Metamorphoses of my self, coming to downtown Bozeman 6 months ago I would not have been able to spot any of these classical characteristics now they swim in my head with infinite questions of life. As for the Golden Ass, I started to think about what it truly meant to be a Golden Ass. Being a Golden Ass is just a period of time where you are ostracized and rejected from a community; having this happen to a person though helps gain new insight from just simply listening. Everyone at one time another has been a Golden Ass. Being an Ass is having the ability to learn and be a better person. So what I have profited from all this. In probably the most simplistic answer to this question Classical Foundation Of Literature has been one of most enjoyable classes I have ever taken. A more thoughtful answer would be the pleasure of learning about great literature. Finally my most thoughtful answer is the ability to recognize the eternities in more modern literature and even more importantly in everyday life. All of theses answers are answers I stand by regarding the course. I loved taking Classical Foundations Of Literature and have been recommending it to anyone that has the opportunity to take the course.

Note to Dr. Sexson
Thank you for a great semester. You are one of the most inspiring teachers and people I have ever had the privilege to meet. Thank you so much for time, company and passion for teaching

Blog About Jon Orsi’s Blog

In response to Jon Orsi’s blog I will ask firstly how would I describe Jon Orsi. Jon Orsi is a fun loving son of a gun that likes wearing Carhartt pants, crying in front of beautiful sunsets and a nice friendly game of polo at the country club on Sunday afternoons. All and all though he is a great kid and a good companion so that’s why I thought I should comment on one of his blogs and give my altering opinion of the story of Pygmalion

All right time for serious business, I don’t agree with Orsi when he says, “that the story of Pygmalion is false information”. The reason for this is my own personal view of the subject matter. I feel like Orsi interpreted the story Pygmalion wrong because of the underlying story of the metamorphoses. Even though the movie “Weird Science” told a very similar story to the one f Pygmalion I feel that it was in a very different context. The movie “Weird Science” was geared toward crazed 80’s teens wearing t-shirts with sideways neon pink triangles on them; Pygmalion’s story rests in the book of changes with a far deeper metaphor than simply, boy can’t girl, boy make girl, girl teaches boy to be cool, boy get real girl. The story of Pygmalion to me had more to do with the redemptive power of art. Pygmalion created a structure so beautiful and with so much of his passion that it came to life. Great art comes to life and immortalizes the artist. That is why do not believe that this is the sad story of some dirty old man. It is a story that is intertwined in book that talks about bodies becoming other bodies and having immortality through beautiful art. So on that note I am going to leave this as it is and wait for Orsi to write a blog about my blog

Little Gidding T.S Eliot

I just finished reading this poem for the second time. I have a fair amount of things to say about the poem but not enough to truly do it justice but I figured it is better to talk about something rather than nothing. T.S Eliot in this poem is clearly channeling Ovid. He opens the poem by talking about midwinter spring and closes the poem by talking about how you always end up where you started in life. Well just the other day I wrote about Pythagoras and his philosophy of seasonal changes and a lifecycles. Midwinter spring is the season were a being has died and is born again. I found this really strange that two days after doing a blog about this I find myself doing another one. Another thing that I found to be a channel of Ovid was how he would always come back to talking about fire and water. I believe he tried to do this because fire and water in the metamorphoses represented part of the main components of the earth and life. For T.S Eliot though I feel he tired to talk about water as the beginning of life and fire as the end but in circulatory way. Where I came up with crazy notion was that he said that fire was the language of the dead. I know this isn’t much to go on but I have not read the poem enough to go on accurate assessments. Anyway I know this a very lazy interpretation of the poem but while I was writing this I started to feel more inclined to attack one of Jon Orsi’s blogs and blog about that. So I hope at least I put down accurately at least a couple of the metaphors

A quote to live by Perhaps???

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww! (Jack Kerouac).

This quote just popped into my head after long hours of trying to compile what I thought would be appropriate for a blog. I originally thought my final blog of the night was going to be about T.S Eliot’s poem “Little Gidding” I decided to save this particular blog for tomorrow and write about a quote that has had signifagent importance in my life. The book “On The Road” by Jack Kerouac changed my life and turned me on to literature, so I figured for at least one of my blogs I should talk about it. At the time I had first read “On The Road” I was in sort of a pitfall in my life. I had just been kicked out of my high school and was sent to a reformatory school in Connecticut. As you can imagine this didn’t really sit to well with a high school senior destined for the best year of his life. I was assigned to read this book for my English class; I instantly connected with the mad man life style Kerouac was talking about. Prior to my reform school days I had been on my own for the past 3 years of my life due to parenting circumstances. My life was literarily “On The Road”. I knew after reading “On The Road” that this crazy son of a bitch was my hero. Kerouac allowed me to come to terms with the fact that I am a madman destined for a life that was impractical and uncommon. Road life is meant for only a few and I know I certainly meet that mold. So what do I gain from reading this quote now. Christ! I know I am still a ranting lunatic but in a far more subtle and calmed downed way. I have read more and I have learned more than having “On The Road” as my single bible. I look at it now more as something that represents a certain time and place. Coming back to this quote it reminded me of my on going metamorphoses. I am quite different coming back to this quote. I know this book is not where I started in my life but watching it change proves to me that my life is changing. As a salute to one of my favorite books and something that meant the world to me two years ago I am ending this blog with a farewell.
I am tired as hell and can’t write anymore

Visual Representation of Cupid and Psyche

For this assignment I choose to do something a little for my visual representation. Looking through other people’s blogs to see what they did for their assignment I saw that most people choose to visually represent Cupid and Psyche in older pieces of work. I thought this was interesting but I was more interested in seeing Cupid and Psyche represented in a newer piece of art. Searching the Internet I was able to find an encyclopedia of Cupid and Psyche art. As I was scrolling through this encyclopedia I found a blown glass piece that was very abstract and like nothing I had ever seen before. This piece of art was created by Robert Carlson in 2001. I really could not find any articles on this artist online so I don’t know his background. Regardless, to me this piece is very unique and genuine especially after the many years of different artist creating art on Cupid and Psyche.