O, I slept light While I saw my succors, My success, Stolen from me in a dream. I had worked hard Yet another had received The profit of my labor: Almost like the Preacher said. I dreamt of it, His riches, His honor, His glory, His might. Yet, it was with my words That he won my Cup. I am as yet still unknown. Does this phantom lurk? Is the doppelganger real? The very man I have dreamt about? Does the phantom truly exist? While he feasts Must I fast? While he enjoys the stolen bread Must I subsist upon only crumbs?
Tag: Creative Writing
The Strongest Case For God
The strongest argument against God Is this: People naturally understand right from wrong. I have a way I want to be treated. And I want to treat others that way. I also, want others to be treated well. Therefore, I know this about myself So I want this to be applied to others. Why it fails, is that there are many masochists. There are many sadists. There are many people who enjoy war; Many people who enjoy pain; Many people who enjoy causing others to suffer. It also fails, because what is true for one man Isn't necessarily true for another. What sexual appetite one person has Might be repugnant to another. What desire one person has Might inflict pain on another By mere economics. One in forty women I meet Would rather date another woman Than me. What's even worse Is that one in two will divorce me If I ever took the risk of marrying them. One in nineteen people I meet Are still a virgin. There is also the subject that A baby can be destroyed in the womb. There is also the subject that Some want drug use to go unregulated. There is also the subject that There are blacks who want to segregate the West. There are women who want every man to be convicted of rape. There are men who want pedophilia to be normalized. There are whites who want to usher in communism. There are educated people who are tearing down monuments. It is because of all of this That I stand firm in my faith.
Let Kairos Be Damned
"Let Kairos be damned," Said the poet. The Pharisees sat aghast. "He it is who we worship." The poet, stunned at the ignorance, Said, "But do you not see, "That this false god had "Taken you all for fools?" The Pharisees then said, "His name is in our scripture!" To which, the poet said, "You are too wise for me. "For, I had not meant it so." The Pharisees then pointed their fingers, And said, "Die, thou Judas Son of James!" So, Judas Son of James died For the naming of an idol. Let Kairos be damned.
Literary Analysis of Beowulf, Particularly Answering the Question of Whether Beowulf is a Hero.
Literary Analysis of Beowulf, Particularly Answering the Question of Whether Beowulf is a Hero.
Is Beowulf a hero or conceited nobody? One has to understand the time period Beowulf was invented. At that time, heroism was personal glory. That’s the whole sum of pagan culture is that glory is everything. And, Beowulf was not “fighting for his glory”. He was fighting to bring peace between the Danes and the Geats. He extended a hand to the Danes who once were at war with the Geats by slaying Grendel and Grendel’s Mother.
To observe whether he was or was not conceited requires one to observe a motif on the vitality of Youth. Beowulf is expected to be a glory seeker in his youth, but in adulthood, he recognizes he is no longer strong. And, this is foretold throughout the entire poem, with its theme of fate and the overall fate of Beowulf, which is to be killed in battle with the Wyrm. Beowulf knows he’ll be defeated, and in this is a sort of humility.
What could be called conceit, to take on one’s professor at school, or whoever is telling one to make Beowulf a conceited cock, Beowulf fights Grendel with his bare hands, and this is unusual in our culture with our faith in weapons and technology. Why wouldn’t he use a sword? But serendipitous, perhaps even foreknown, to Beowulf—because had he used a sword, weapons couldn’t penetrate Grendel’s flesh; thus, he’d have been defeated—Beowulf won the day simply because he used his bare hands.
We can assume he’s had experience with monsters of this kind. But, he does takes a sword into battle with Grendel’s Mother, but of course it fails him. So, one could call Beowulf’s fighting hand to hand conceit here, but is it really when weapons will fail against these kinds of monsters?
And, to contrast what that culture deemed as “Conceited” we have a perfect example in Unferth’s behavior toward Beowulf, who sits in the Mead-Hall and questions Beowulf’s heroism and tries to tout his (Unferth’s) own abilities. But, Unferth is afraid of Grendel, so here we have true conceit. Unferth is afraid to fight Grendel, but he’s also going to belittle Beowulf to his face to try and diminish his (Beowulf’s) capabilities. And Unferth does this by mentioning a swimming match Beowulf lost. And, of course, from my memory, Beowulf did lose the match, but of course, he took down two dozen sea monsters in the process. And, seeing that Beowulf does slay Grendel and Grendel’s Mother, there is no reason to question in this Universe of Discourse that such a thing is possible.
The idea that Beowulf was conceited is just modern idiocy and English culture bashing. Beowulf’s whole culture would be “Conceited” by our standards, and the fact is that Beowulf was the least “Conceited” of that whole group of people. He risked his life to slay a demon. And, this motif in the story that the demonic is more dangerous than men, proven by the fact that Grendel was a demon that Beowulf slew to make peace, and only Beowulf could slay him, proves that the author is trying to say that winning battles with the Demonic through the strength of Christ is more heroic than battles with men, which are often talked about but not glorified in the text anywhere that I can see. He got gold, yes, but that was not a symbol of conceit; it was a symbol of diplomacy. The gold given to Beowulf was a sign between the Danes and Geats of friendship.
One cannot, in any rational way, call Beowulf conceited. It’s impossible. To do so is to view him from a western standard, and it’s revisionism. In the movie, maybe he’s conceited because movies are banal. But in the book, he’s all hero. He dies serving his people in an epic battle with the Wyrm. That’s Satan, just to let one know what the probable metaphor is there. Beowulf even sheds his pride by going into battle with his servant by his side. If one’s teacher wants one to write an essay on why “Beowulf is conceited” then drop that course, and find a true lover of English literature. That’s simply not true; it’s a flawed analysis and its culturally neglectful.
If Beowulf were conceited, it’s in the fact that he wants to obtain glory for himself, but that’s the pagan culture he grew up in, and the ways he obtained glory were by struggling with the demonic. It’s a motif written by a Christian Monk trying to tell a group of people to stop killing each other and focus on Christ by struggling with the demonic and not fighting amongst each other. That’s hardly conceited, and the most glory comes, according to the crux of Beowulf, from the most triumphant victory over the demonic. And, of course, Beowulf always asks God, Jesus, to help him slay that beast.
And before one thumbs their nose at me for bringing up Christianity, let me point out to one that the book was written by a Christian monk in order to teach people Christian values in a culture that was completely secular. This is not disputed. What is disputed is, of course, whether Beowulf was conceited. And, of course the world wants him to be because we have this incessant need to vilify heroes in modern day. So, keep that in mind.
As one brought up some interesting points after reading this essay, and perhaps one can benefit from this:
There are three main devices I usually see. There’s the battles, which are the main device, of course. There’s the retelling of battles which shouldn’t be confused with the boasts; then there’s sharing gold. Two secondary devices are the retelling of history and then one has the three boasts.
The main device is of course the battles, which are there to reinforce the motif of diplomacy, struggling against the demonic, and this reinforces the gold sharing as something more than just sharing gold. It’s a diplomatic action and symbolizes the new bond between the Geats and the Danes. The retelling of battles is just what people do in the Mead-hall. It’s historically always been that way, and if one goes to a bar today, things aren’t much different. There’s the Beowulf, telling his mighty deeds, and then there’s the Unferth, that annoying guy trying to discredit Beowulf. People like to tell their exploits. Everyone has their stories of heroism, and Beowulf of course has his, and rightly so.
Then we get to the other two devices. The retelling of history is normally where we find the poem’s disdain for human violence. We see battles, kings being killed in battle, a lot of inglorious things happen in these historical events. And, the tone takes a rather disapproving gesture toward these wars with men, and it kind of hints at saying “Why aren’t we fighting against the Grendel of the world, but are still fighting men? There is no glory in killing men because men are weak, they are easy and they are inglorious to kill.” Then we have the boasts. And, somehow people get here and say, “Aha! Beowulf is awful, and conceited, and he has all of these great things to say about himself.” I say one does that same thing when one creates a job resume. Beowulf’s boasts are his proof to Hrothgar that he can get the job done. It’s not this conceited thing; it’s Beowulf simply trying to get the opportunity to fight against a strong foe.
Some themes are of course Glory and Honor, but these are put toward diplomacy, struggling against the demonic through Christ, being faithful, being a righteous leader… the glory is never, once, directed at secular things. It’s always there to elevate some form of idea relating to Christian morality. Justice, Peace, Friendship, Bravery in the face of wickedness (Which is very Christian).
And, that’s what I have to say. Also, Beowulf’s confidence was “Conviction” not “Convention” or “Conceit.” Beowulf believed he could fight this battle, and Beowulf won because of his great faith.
Atlas
I stood, with the heavens on my shoulder. If I could get a man to look up The earth should be saved. However, I had committed offenses Against man, and as the preacher Does, I held above me the pillars of the earth. The mountainous daggers above me The sinner's abyss below me. I, I stood with the heavens upon my shoulder. "Look up! Look up! There is a God, "There are His angels, and His Cherubim "And his Seraphim, and His Archangels, "And Messengers, and His Nethanim, "And Cherubs, and those sleeping in the grave. "There is a world beyond our own. "If you'd just look up, "And unburden the heavens from my shoulder "And hold them with me "The earth might be saved." The men stood, saying, "There are no heavens. "There is only the earth. "The stars are falling, "But we do not perceive them. "The heavens are shaking, "But we do not want them to be. "Terrible misfortune has come upon us all "Yet we, we wish to live like we always had. "Believing in great mysteries about ourselves. "For we are too preoccupied with the things of this world "To even look up, and see the stars have fallen. "To even look out, and see the seas are raging "Over their perpetual bounds." I looked upon them. "Men, men, countrymen, "Do you not see that I alone bear the pillars of the Earth? "Do you not see that I alone bear the heavens on my shoulder? "You have taken the Gorgon's head "And have petrified me. "For I can but stand, and ache, and stiffen my nape "Against an unwise generation as yourselves. "You do not see the disasters among you, "You deny the glorious reward on high? "What, what do you seek? "If I alone bear the heavens on my shoulder, "And you do not look up, "It will come crashing down on all flesh, "And I will but be a grain of sand "Weighed in the measure. "It would all fail, "And I will be dead, and you so with me." They say then, "The sky is falling, says the preacher. "Has he not always said this "From days of old? "Has the sky fallen? "No, I say it hasn't." To wit, the preacher gave one last breath One last desperate straight of his back And bore those heavens strong. Then, he collapsed under the weight of the heavens. The men stood in awe, "Has the Christian Preacher fallen under "The weight of his own prophecies? "None of his ill foreboding came true." There came a voice thunderous from heaven, "Love has departed from the earth. "Men, seeking to be like the beasts "Have succumbed to their primordial pleasures. "Thus, your own hell will be by your own hands "That none, for a thousand generations, "Shall know what love is, "Or know what it is to have peace. "None shall know what it is to have joy "Or even know that there is a God. "This preacher has come to be with good men "And gracious women, "Who have all suffered, "But none so bad as the tyranny "Man had created when he said to God, "'Depart, I never knew you.' "Man wishes for God to depart, "God shall depart, and all the good things "With Him, while this preacher sleeps, "And shares in conjugal vows with his Creator."
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The Bible on War
I worship God because of what He said war ought to be. It would keep people from starting them, If those verses were followed through to their T.
Ethos; A Tanka
I've heard a Pedant Snob say it's the part you play. "It is not," I said, "Ethos is your inner-borne "Character, and nothing else."
Government of the Moneyed
Black is the day that the shadow Fell over our land. All want the cannon gibberish while Freedom drinks hemlock like Socrates; Powerful men control speech. The strongest, through their money, Create their government Of portals and addresses. Strong they are, And great among the nations. They silence the voices of the dissident. They crush opposition with silence. Silence, they say, is the enemy. Yet, when skilled voices are Stopped, the strong are made weak Through silence... How can my voice break through?
The Order of Longfellow
If I were a rich man
I would create an academy like Greece.
It would be chartered “The Order of Longfellow.”
We would teach the poor how to read,
We would educate the poor.
We would teach the poor all of the mysteries of poetry.
In this, we would issue out our Associates, Bachelors,
Masters, and Doctorates.
The degree would be free.
It would be about dialogue and discussing the meaning
Of our treasures, from Euclid to Aristotle
From Longfellow to Horus.
We would not teach esoteric interpretations.
We would teach hermeneutics to Fairyland.
We would teach math, science and arts
For no cost.
We would teach the geometry of a Quadratic Equation.
The way a Bachelor would receive their degree
Is by teaching an Associate’s class through and through, after already receiving it.
A Master would teach a Bachelor’s class through and through after already receiving it.
A Doctor would teach a Master’s class through and through after already receiving it.
Privileges would be given to good teachers, to keep a record of good rapport within the organization.
They would be given this privilege by petition
When they will be ready to do their class.
It wouldn’t be about the degree,
But the degree of knowledge one can obtain.
It wouldn’t be about mere accomplishment.
First, one would need to prove they can read and write.
Then, after so,
Two years of intense study would be needed to test for an Associates.
Four years of intense study to test for a Bachelors.
Six years of intense study to test for Masters.
Ten years of intense study to test for Doctorate.
The tests would be written exams
On the meaning of literature;
Tests on the assimilation of knowledge
Into new ideas;
Tests on the principles of math;
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic
Without fluffy organizations babying our members
Or weird sounding acronyms.
It would be difficult.
It would not patronize the poor.
It would, rather, set them free from their bondage.
The goal of the Association would be
To teach the poor.
To give a free education to the poor.
It would take a poor man,
And make him into a rich man
Of understanding and knowledge.
The rich would want our education.
Educating the poor and preserving literature would be our goal.
The classes would be discussions, not rote exams.
The students would discuss their topic for the day,
Be it a Quadratic Equation, be it a Euclidean Principle,
Be it Number Theory, Be it a Wordsworth or Longfellow Poem,
Be it a Literary Theory, be it a Scientific Construct,
Be it a Dialogue of Plato, be it a famous painting.
Those teaching the Doctorates would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Masters would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Bachelors would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Associates would be graded by their superiors.
The teacher would not grade the students,
But the superiors would, to see if work has been done.
That is just one dream I’d have if I were a rich man.