Friday, December 30, 2011

Walking in December

I've been a little sidetracked from progressing as a writer for several reasons. One of them is work. I've been working at the mall for the holidays (hope that's over) which has been taking a lot of my time, and my head has been playing tricks on me. I was doing all right (or so I thought) for two years and just when I thought I had my emotions under control, I fell on my face. Its made me realize that my walk is one that will continue to mold into the one He has made for me.

I finished reading Matthew. It was one of the most powerful books in the bible I have read. The last lines of the gospel of Matthew were those of Jesus, after he resurrected, meets with his disciples on a mountain in Galilee and says, "Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, i am with you always, to the end of the age." I like how after several shirts I have of those verses didn't hinder the impact of the Holy Spirit. After reading about the obedience Jesus had for the Father, meant way more. I felt guilt. I felt like I've been spitting at Jesus. I've ignored everything he's called me to be to live for myself, to spend time with friends who I've tried to reach out to but gave up on them. If we were to meet right now, I'm sure it'll feel worse than that feeling during Christmas when someone hands you a gift and you are empty handed... Who am I to give up on anyone? It is Jesus who pierces through souls and brings to light, not me. So yeah, I've been feeling pretty shitty for that but it's all gravy.

I read Nahum. It was great because it tells you the physical presence God has on Earth and His children, "The Lord is slow to anger and great in power, and the Lord will by no means clear the guilty, His way is in whirlwind and storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet."

It doesn't matter how I've messed up, or how many times. God's mercy is enough for you, me and everyone alive and dead. So tomorrow, I'm starting over and it's all righttt.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Modernism : An Essay

Thursday:  Wolfe and Hemingway.  Discuss the two different “modernist” styles of each writer.  They stand for two very different aesthetics, but are both modernists.

After World War I, he and other modernists "lost faith in the central institutions of Western civilization," by reacting against the elaborate style of 19th century writers and by creating a style "in which meaning is established through dialogue, through action, and silences—a fiction in which nothing crucial—or at least very little—is stated explicitly.

Adan Karr
December 6, 2011
Robert Johnson
English 3313
“From A Retrospect” : Hemingway and Wolfe

At first glance, it seems as though every modernist writer had a self containment to their writing. However, two prose 'modernist' writers Thomas Wolfe and Ernest Hemingway had a rather contradistinctive way of writing. Wolfe’s life involvement in his writing is something to take note of since there has to be a clear attachment (sentiment) to his work.

Let me start off by saying that Wolfe was a major badass. His writing had emotion throughout The Lost Boy. He used images as symbols of other things for example, the intersection of the streets, the stamps, and the apron. Plus, when you read Wolfe you almost feel like you're reading something unfiltered but it still had the modernist quality of rhythm and flow. The adaptions of modernism, unlike most of the writers that are still relevant, were some that Wolfe cared little for. I say this because he chose to write about “real” people… about “real” America, and what America was really going through. His writing had characteristics of sentimentality and even realism. How else could someone write autobiographical? The characters in The Lost Boy were of families going through the recession and young Robert being a clever dealer with people at the market. How a hardworking dad would stand up for his son when he was accused of stealing by the old Crockers meanwhile,  Hemingway's  characters in The Snows of Kilimanjaro, were superficial and often wandered of how the events would have been different if they would have re-visited Paris instead of Africa.

Ernest Hemingway wrote with much conciseness, reading it aloud makes his work seem so repetitive but it wasn't, he was strategic with his sentence structure and the way he used dialogue in his prose. Like Pound's From A Retrospect, where he writes what it is to write modernism, says, "use absolutely no word that does not contribute to the presentation." It seems that is the case for Hemingway's The Snow of Kilimanjaro. He did not use a single worthless dialogue tag to tell how the characters where feeling but he expressed that through their actions. It seems odd to read since we are exposed to today's best sellers where they use dialogue tags so loosely, that I am sure, they do so to not seem repetitive. In The Snow of Kilimanjaro, Hemingway uses basic "he said," "she said" tags. He wrote it in third person which probably made it easier to do so also. Hemingway also wrote about the way his characters were feeling in third person. He did this to show Harry’s predicament of being a lazy writer and blaming his for allowing him to forget all about writing and for pushing to be more socially involved with the upper class. It finishes with a twist, ( which I fucking hate) I don’t know what the damn hyena’s relevance is to the story other than they are trapped in Africa.

If you had to choose who the more modernist of the two is, it’s definitely Hemingway. He is the face of modernism in prose. Wolfe’s affiliation with modernism, I believe, is the time in which he wrote in.
A :)

Thursday, December 1, 2011


oh, shut up. life is not about you (9)
or me or your problems or (8)
my problems. it isn't about (8)
making memories here, in (7)
this temporary place.(6)

This place where everything dies. (7)
A place where our own body is
deceiving of you and me. The place

Thursday, November 24, 2011


It was awesome! Dinner was at my parents home and my sisters and nephews were all there... (or here) we bonded by singing karaoke.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Sailing to Your Arms

Sometimes I forget everything You have done, everything You are doing, and everything You will do.
But I need to remember that I'm not the one controlling the winds or the current. I didn't choose how comfortable and spacious this boat is. I'm thankful for my boat though.

Monday, November 14, 2011

"Ushers, Huddle"

Did I fold the seven long months of work, laughs, arguments and growing friendships? I honestly feel bad but, I couldn't lie. I am not a liar. If I could take it back I wouldn't. I had it with certain individuals. It's not all over. I pray I can resume friendships with most of you.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Cynicality : A Blog

You know those days when you're annoyed by the smallest of things? (If you don't know, stop reading.) I've had several of those days this week. I want to lay in bed with my pets and float on the comfyness of my bed.

It begins with backhanded comments. I usually ignore them but when you aim for me to disregard them by having a smirk on your annoying face or an underlying joke tone in your stupid voice, I'm going to take offense to it regardless of who you are.

I will watch Supernatural at eight then go watch a movie alone.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Ojas y Chaquetas : A Blog

11:40 PM Rangers just lost, we head outside.
11:44 PM Complain about the stagnant winds.
11:57 PM The Front has become unbearable. 
12:02 PM I head inside for a coat. 
12:03 PM "The Dog Days Are Over" mix starts 
                      *CLAP CLAP... CLAPCLAP* 

My hermanas and I will not take this cool wind for granted. 

Not just the great weather You blessed the Rio Grande Valley with on this October night but for allowing me and my sisters to continue to bond. I feel a little outcasted right now, I'm going to be honest. However, it's only because i'm thinking of You. And I'm choosing to be apart from them for a little while to document this. You are way too great, God.

My neighbors' unfinished roof has just blown away and they have bursted out laughing. 

God, I want to continue to see this. It's probably one of the best feelings a human being can ever experience.

Thank You for this whole week. 
Thank You for allowing me to have peace about everything that You are placing in our path. 

Thank You for this awesome change in my life; for bringing me closer in to Your holy arms and whispering that Your way isn't society's way. You have placed a community where they allow me to be different with them. I will no longer shy away from You because I am called to be different. 

I love every change that's made me uncomfortable. I look forward to many more uncomfortable changes. 

Value of Wisdom : A Blog

I find it absurd when people question God's decisions. When people think they are above the hurt that is present. The question "Why is this happening to me, God?" is stupid. If you're ignorant of the evil thoughts we all have, then you're just as stupid as your question. For shizzle, we were born to sin so life is NOT going to be easy. Even when you give your life to Jesus why would it be any easier? However, when life gets tough as a believer (and your roots are in fertile soil) you have the ability to dodge every stone life throws at you.