Sunday, April 28, 2013

Life


No one helps another,
and hunger shadows every door.
Liars betray brothers,
and rich men quickly join the poor.

Sorrow wanders everywhere,
not one alive has seen no pain.
Cheaters tell you to play fair,
and dreams are crushed in pouring rain.

Debt builds up a mighty bill,
and cruelty throws you on your face.
It never changes, never will,
the world is an uncaring place.

Everyone's somehow a crook,
and failure comes with every try.
I see this everywhere I look,
life sucks, and then you die.

-BlackFox (Boredom and cynicism were ne'r a good combination. Also, yay for optimism!)

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Irreducible Creation


Now, for once let us return to the actual topic of the blog shall we? I am well aware that many argue that there is no scientific evidence of a creator, and that what is supported by evidence is evolution. But, why don't we pause for a moment and look at one of the more interesting examples that seem to do the opposite.

We can look at the example of any irreducible complexities in nature. I irreducible complexities are things that can not be built up piece by piece. They function only when they are all present and correctly assembled. For instance, we can see objects like these in small, single celled organisms. Many contain motor like flagella that they use to move. If any part of this structure is removed, it ceases to work. Now we may ask, how does such a thing evolve over time? It does not serve its function without all of its parts. So, either the irreducible machine literally evolved into being completely assembled all at once or, it simply evolved piece by piece. Both have their own problems. Obviously, the odds of it simply coming into existence ready made by pure chance borders on ridiculous. It is virtually impossible for such a thing to happen. If it were to evolve piece by piece, that would mean the organism would evolve over time with a useless lump attached to it until the motor was fully assembled. This idea seems to go against the principles of evolution, where the fittest survive and multiply while those with deformities, or unhelpful mutations die out. The same idea can be seen in the concept of an eye, and other areas. If these things are said to happen by chance, than we must burden ourselves with the sister assertion that such astronomical odds continuously saw themselves through. On the other hand, if a creator is behind this, then the idea of such a machine existing becomes logical. It is now irreducible because it was designed with an intelligent mind, not because a cell won the genetic lottery.

-BlackFox

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Perceptions


For those of you that actually read this blog, you may remember my assigned poem called “The Grave”. It was part of a project where everyone in my class had to write a poem and analysis to go with it. Well, my teacher felt that a lot of the poems were really very good, and collaborated with the literary magazine Plain Brown Wrapper to extend the deadline so people could submit their creation. Pretty much my entire class wanted me to send mine in, and even a few people outside it told me to submit as well. In some sense, I did not really want to let people down, and thought about submitting it. But, much to the confusion of my incredulous class mates... I simply could not do it. In the end I just could not bring myself to fill out the form. A big problem for me I could not send in anonymously. It was just too intimidating.

So, one might ask, why am I rambling on about this? Well, I have found that I am not the only one who feels that way. And, unfortunately, they are also met with a sense of “Why wont you just submit it already? What is the big deal?”. It seems that people find it hard to understand why doing this is so frightening for some people. I want to try and explain what the big deal is. To many, submitting is nothing more than filling out a form and taking a shot at it. For them, the worst thing that can happen is not getting in, and that is not such a big deal. It does not really affect you right?

For someone like me, that is far from right. Submitting is not such a simple matter. When we send our work in, especially with a name on it, we are sending it to be judged by other people. We are opening ourselves up to rejection. This experience can be extremely nerve racking, especially if you dislike your own work. Some people are their own worst critics. They look at their creations and see all the little flaws. They see all the problems in flow, and diction, and sentence structure. They find all the instances of triteness and unnecessary repetition. And when someone else looks over their piece, all those flaws suddenly appear a lot bigger and more evident. Even a paper conference with a draft can be beyond stressful. It can feel as though the work is so awful, they have done something morally wrong by burdening the reader with it. This can be especially true with a panel of judges. Let us create a writer who has these elements in his disposition, and have him send in his work. He now faces two possible outcomes. If they were to reject the piece, it would confirm the worst fears of the writer. That his writing was not good enough, it never was. That he was a fool for ever sending it in when clearly it was not worth the paper he wrote it on. That his hope of its value and success were naive and in vain, and he should never have believed otherwise. Worse yet, his name was on it. Now everyone who judged the poem might connect it to him. They will connect the failure to him. Suddenly they are no longer judging poetry, they are judging the poet behind it as well. Their opinions of the writing become their opinions of the writer, and this thought can become more than one can bear. Or the other path, god forbid, if it would be accepted somehow by some miracle or oversight, then he feels as if it is on display for the whole world to see. That everyone will now read it and form opinions about him. They will connect it with his name, and now the feeling of dread and anxiety is even worse because it goes beyond the room of judges. Now, people everywhere will see it. And suddenly those flaws, so obvious to him, become even more glaring and painful. They become so evident that he feels as if everyone must, simply must, see them. And now, now he can not remove it. He can not take it down, or make it go away. It is there forever, for everyone to see, and there is nothing he can do. In the end, he regrets ever touching the form in the first place. And the worst thing is this experience will follow him all of his life. He will constantly remember this day, and wince whenever he does. The anxiety and stress may even reoccur.

I know for those of you out there who do not see it this way, that this may not make much sense. It may seem unreasonable. It may seem paranoid. It may seem like making a mountain out of a mole hill. But in the end, there are many of us who do feel that way. Who do feel that anxiety and that fear. Who do face this stress. And even if you do not fully understand, I hope this will help explain to you why so many people are paralyzed by the thought of sending in their works. Sometimes the worse that can happen is getting rejected, and sometimes that is only the beginning.

-BlackFox

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

... :D

HIP HOORAY A FILLER POST!

THIS IS ALMOST AS GOOD AS TOAST!

-BlackFox (Yeeeah.... I can't justify this one as part of class. Also, this is an inside joke. You don't want to know. Trust me.)

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Looking Ahead


So lately I have been hearing a lot of people complain about school work as being unnecessary and boring and, this one is my personal favorite, completely unrelated to their future job. They also talk about their future as if it will just fall into place for them. Normally I ignore this, but I have heard it so much lately that it is starting to get on my nerves. For those who would say this, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how real life works.

First off all, when considering your studies, those skills you learn do in fact travel over to real life. For instance, virtually every job on the planet involves math in some form. Construction for example, uses geometry heavily for scaling and calculations. It is highly unlikely that you will find a job that does not require math in at least some form or fashion, and an inability to perform means you are seriously handicapped in that area. Language arts, another supposedly useless class, is also important. In the real world, people judge you on your ability to spell and speak. When you hand in a resume or a report, if it does not look and sound professional it can really hurt your stature in most fields. Also, for those of you who want to be singers and want to write your own lyrics, the knowledge of poetry your teachers are trying to impart on you will be invaluable. Even you dislike poetry, it is still important to have that knowledge. Almost every single class you can take will useful to you in the real world, thus school is not something you can just blow off.

And speaking of the real world, it is important to have a plan for what you will do after school. You can not get your living for nothing. People are not going to pay you to breathe. You need something that is marketable to make any real money. Chances are, you will not start out making the kind of the money your parents made. They most likely worked up to where they are, and you will almost assuredly need to also. This is not a guaranteed thing either. You need skills that will allow you to move up the ladder in your own field. It is not simply going to happen. You also need to find a skill that will be viable in the long run. The odds of becoming a world famous singer or a star foot ball player in the NFL or a model for Cover Girl are extremely low. If this your dream, then more power to you, shoot for it. You are not automatically going to fail by any means, but you should have a backup plan in case that dream does not pan out. And you should also be aware that these careers tend to be very short lived. The bottom line is having a plan is essential for life, and is not something you should just wing.

-BlackFox

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Grave


1 Look to the grave, that sits over yonder,
2 a young man who lived a long life.
3 And next to the stone, stands a young daughter,
4 her mother no longer a wife.

5 Now if we listen, we may hear her calling,
6 "Oh daddy, how can it be true?"
7 "Lazarus rose, when he had fallen,
8 so please daddy, please why not you?"

9 Embittered tears, leave flesh raw and scaled,
10 they wont cleanse her sorrow her pain.
11 Broken and lonely, she finds the world faulted,
12 and embittered tears fall like rain.

13 Oh cruel life, malicious and mocking,
14 where is thy comfort I pray?
15 When a young man lives, in an old mans home,
16 and a widow has hair not of gray?

17 As the young mother leads, her child to the car,
18 and looks to the future in fear.
19 I find myself thinking, that death is not far,
20 and in fact is especially near.

21 All must wither, that which will grow,
22 no matter how strong or how tall.
23 For a gravestone leaves a dark shadow,
24 and that shadow it shadows us all.


(Some of the) Devices used:

Line one contains an instance of archaic diction. "Yonder" is a largely dead word. Yet, words like these often give a feel of wisdom and age. It gives the poem a feel as if it were a parable, or a story from olden days meant to impart a life lesson, which is useful considering that is the goal of this piece.

Line two is an example of a paradox. A young man does not live a long life. However, because death is associated closely with old age, having "lived a long life" is one of the most common phrases heard in a eulogy. The apparent contradiction catches the attention of the reader (listener), and emphasizes the fact the man died, shall we say, before his time. This is important since the reality of death for all of us, regardless of age, is the focus of the poem.

Line seven is an allusion. Lazarus is a biblical figure that was raised from the dead as miracle. The daughter is, in essence asking again for a like miracle to occur with her father. However, we know this will not happen, thus emphasizing the finality of her fathers death.

Line thirteen is personification, as I am imparting the human traits of cruelty, maliciousness, and the act of mocking unto the concept of life. This emphasizes the uncaring nature of the world and life in general. Emphasizing that life does not concern itself with our hardships, nor does it take into account factors such as age and family. If you die, you die. "Life" will not spare you because you are young.

Lines thirteen through fourteen contain an apostrophe, as I am speaking to the abstract entity of life. This serves a similar purpose as the personification. By addressing life as cruel, and demanding of it comfort in a situation where none will be given, it emphasizes the implication that life offers no consolation for death, even the death of one that is young.

Line fifteen is a metaphor. Here, the phrase "old man's home" is used in reference to a grave. This is because we often associate death with old age, and do not often consider a young man occupying what would normally house the elderly. By combining this metaphor with the idea of a young man occupying it, it emphasizes the disparity between what we expect death to be, and what it is. This is also an example of irony, when considering the concept of "living" in a grave.

Line twenty four is also an example of homophone, because the word "shadow" is used as both a noun and a verb. The word shadow has connotations with it that make it apt here. We associate it with the unknown, dishonesty, mystery, sinister, and other like words. By using it twice, I not only associate death with something that looks sinister, but something that acts sinister as well. The shadow itself symbolizes death, in that it is the dark figure that follows us all. These devices emphasize the idea of death as a dark lurking force that is indiscriminate in its victims.

-BlackFox

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(Ha! This is not just me being lazy! This one was assigned! Whoo hoo!)




Sunday, April 14, 2013

Onward


Step by step,
we forward go.
Life does not make,
it optional.

We shall go on,
indeed we must.
Though cities fall,
and turn to dust.

Onward, onward,
through wind and rain.
Despite the cold,
despite the pain.

For if we stop,
the shadows creep.
They smother us,
and make us sleep.

We hide in them,
and we pretend.
That nothing matters,
nothing ends.

But end it shall,
as end it must.
And every morning,
follows dusk.

For shadows hide,
but not for long.
And our pretend,
is proven wrong.

Though burdens come,
and paths are crossed.
We must go on,
lest we be lost.

-BlackFox (Whose laziness has become strangely addicting.)

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