It’s been 260 days.

Motion City Soundtrack - L.G. FUAD:

…
I wanna know what it’s like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I’m addicted to words and they’re useless
…

Sometimes I still want to go out and get slammed. Stephen King describes his alcoholism well in his book “On Writing.”

I had forgotten the trick of being straight–and out of shame.

Hemingway and Fitzgerald didn’t drink because they were creative, alienated, or morally weak. They drank because it’s what alkies are wired up to do. Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we’re puking in the gutter.

He writes of a friend:

“How much do you drink?” the counselor asked.
My friend looked at the counselor with disbelief. “All of it,” he said, as if that should have been self evident.

I can relate. As so kindly pointed out by generations of alcoholics and their kin, alcoholism doesn’t end when you put the bottle down. Now I’ve got to learn to put down the pizza, the television, the HIMYM and Scrubs, the music, the movies, the books, the news.

Heck, while I’m at it maybe I ought to deny myself, take up my cross, and follow him.

Tags: addiction, alcohol, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Motion City Soundtrack, Stephen King

Plates
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
08/16/2007

I polish the plate and put it away
pile on the stack and push it back
its placid destiny set
no more memoirs of food to write tonight
the tableware beholds no more

Tags: plates

I wanted to provide a brief amount of context for the poem A Warrior Cries. Yes, I did write it almost three years ago in 2004. I was looking through the poems I had posted today and wanted to post a non-emo poem. Poetry for me is mostly self-reflective, but here is an example of a poem that contains something more. Plus, the rhyming actually worked out well.

Tags: emo, Poetry

A Warrior Cries
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
8/22/2004

Everyday, the war continues
with flaming arrows flying far.
The warriors fight for countless hours
going forth, never back, beneath the stars.

A Hero arisen leads the fight.
He’s drawn many people to his side
and constantly they live in light
of His love. He gave all to stop the tide.

He gave them life, his life, and they live.
“I have come that YOU may have life!”
He shouts for men and women to give
their chains to him and leave behind eternal strife.

Many join - many, but not all.
Some hate the light, prefer blindness,
and run through broad streets until they fall
forever because they refused a Hero’s kindness.

Rally, men, rally to his cry!
Turn, women, you must open your eyes!
Look now, all, and realize
you must be on the right side
before you die
fighting for lies.

Tags: Hero, warrior

I went for a walk, and the sky is blue. If I were Jake I’d write a haiku.

(Why Cellar Door? Go read more.)

Tags: haiku, Jake