8/31/07
COSF 100 Midterm 1
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8/28/07
Articulation
My Contrite Articulation and Extension of Gitlin's The Whole World is Watching
Protesters and activists are often looked at in the same form as "the exotic." They are put up to be "the other" in oppositional contrast to "the us." In this role they can solidify the us. Until, as Gitlin explores, there comes an "elevated moderate alternatives" that serve to compromise the supposed monolithic hegemeny to make way for the inocuous claims and aims of the other while rejecting the most radical goals. In this way the us is able to bend towards the other...but not so far as to actually compromize a complete upset of the status quo. Often, like in the exotic's fetishes and "artifacts" (ie. totems, beedwork, rugs, carvings, masks, bowls, pottery, etc.) the other's elements are not only marginalized and reduced, but also commodified. In the case of the exotic, their entire culture is looked at and commodofied, from their tools, their religion, to every element of their culture. With protesters, the extreme others are still exotic, uncivilized, and deviant, thus rationalizing "elevating moderate alternatives" reinforced with the media and by the commodified trendiness of the objects and visage of the other (ie. peace signs, hemp clothes, punk attire, skirts with pants, etc.).
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Fearless + Dreamscape
Fearless
How can I explain it any better
than just showered, zipping up your clothes
Getting ready for a day that I will hide from
I can't say no and yet I don't regret
And in the morning glow I can't help but smile
Cuz I have hope that it too can happen to me.
Dreamscape
There's a demon through the mirror,
and I cannot face him down.
There's are ghosts inside my head,
They are screaming at me now
But they're all I have for friends
In my filthy little hole
Cuz no one comes for me
I'm just an lonely soul
And when I close my eyes,
It's the devil that I see
And he takes me and he breaks me
Till i'm begging on my knees.
The ghosts blew out the flames
That used to burn in me
And all their voices echo
That they'll never set me free.
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8/25/07
Southbound
It's dark I'm cold and lonely
Walking towards my empty place
I know that you won't be there
But i'll still hope to see your face
I'm standing on the corner,
Wondering what good you are to me.
I'm waiting on the red light
But know green won't set me free.
Cuz i'm walking in a haze
And I am feeling almost blind
Missing you in spite of everything
And I'm losing my own mind.
Behind me I hear footsteps
So I quicken up my pace
But I turn and I see no one,
Just the phantom of my shame.
When I arrive I crawl in bed
So cold without you near
But I know it isn't worth it
Cuz when I need you, you're not there
In the dark of night
I just try to let it go
In my bones I feel I'm nothing,
And I'll be left to die alone.
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8/22/07
Faithfully
I held faith in all the wrong things and now i must pay.
So i pay in the tears I shed; the tears that they crave
There's no life left in me and I've lost every hope
This is what hell is. This is the depths of it all.
This is what I deserve, this is the pain that craves death
And my souls burns in flames with no shelter in sight
And I find myself shrinking as the world grows huge.
A wonderland nightmare that won't stay in my dreams
And so I am shrinking, and falling forever down
Not a thing to hold onto
Not even my soul.
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8/20/07
Would You...?
Take the air out of my lungs,
And the gun out of my hands.
Hide the world from my vision
And lead me through the dark.
Oh, pump the pills from out my stomach,
and dress the slits running my wrists.
Cradle me like a baby,
Like the lost child that I am.
And that ghost that sings to me,
Please free him from my mind.
For I have nothing left to give him,
And his voice is scaring me.
Please guide me past his doorstep
And don't let him steal my soul.
And the waves crashing on his beach
All sing out to me
Like a chorus of God's angels
Begging me to go.
So save me from that ocean
and from the siren's song.
For my scars are all I'm left with
They still hurt like yesterday.
And yet I still remember
That heaven's a world away.
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8/15/07
The War of Life and Death
The dark and the light wage war within myself.
On the one side there is a life forgotten, a battle tide that edges out the soul itself with darkness as the final flag. And on the other side lies a soul bathed in light. But it has no final flag for light must always give way to dark when it finally fades away. And so with life - To live for the day is to put off the inevidable death's embrace. So why does the light push so hard? How can the light fight off and adversary it cannot see or touch and which encircles the light at all sides? Destiny lies with dark (to it must be given way). But light still fights.
How empowering?
Evil and good lie within engaged in the battle for all that might be. But what would the war look like if one could be both light and dark? Both good and evil? Both an angel and a demon? What a new adversary emerge? Would good and evil reign and rage over some other force benign until arms are taken up against? Would that other force find favor in the light? Or could it sway the dark? Or perhaps would its weight drag both dark and light away? Both evil and good beyond the bounds of common thought?
How status-quo?
What if the battle was not of light on dark or day from night. What if the dark let light live as long as it might? For it knows that in the end the dark must come, so why not resign itself to let life shine itself in peace, knowing that then the dark will rest in tranquility following a day of bliss instead of struggle?
How utopian?
And yet there is no utopia. There is no victor no peace inside my soul. Not yet. Not today. Despondency.
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