The elaborate horn intro stressing the Mezzo in Forte
My intro is an exert from a previous blog I possessed on the myspace social networking site. I wrote a poem in 8th grade. I got an A. I some how thought that meant I was supposed to be a writer. I’m 25 years old and still believe this. I’ll let you be the judge. Good Evening intelligent minds.
My 8th Grade poem about cars, it’s okay. you can laugh. I did:
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A look upon the streets below
where machines move ever so quickly
Millions of them lined up in a row
bellowing at each other
Beings getting inside such a strange figure
closed in tight from whats around
A loud crash occurs
The 2 objects collide
Not as safe as we thought
but it’s a quick way to travel
it’s what these beings call a car.
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Have you ever imagined car wrecks? I watched the movie, Stranger than Fiction, and the narrator of the movie is a writer, writing a story about what she believe to be a fictitious character, but suddenly discovers that he is a real person. Anyway, to write her novel, she imagines different scenarios. Like car wrecks… it’s raining, a child rides his bike over the bridge and decides to cut in-front of a car, which sends the car spiraling, crashing into the railing of the bridge, breaking the railing, and plummeting forcefully into the river below. The car is immediately swallowed. Sometimes when I’m sitting in traffic, on a bridge, like the Walt Whitman, I imagine what I would do if the bridge were to snap. Of course a situation like that would cause mass hysteria, people jumping out of their cars, pushing each other out of the way for the selfish reason of wanting to survive. Would I have a better chance of survival if I just stayed put? Would the death be less harsh? I guess that would depend on the situation and how fast the bridge goes down. Probably not is the answer.
I don’t know why I think about such things. What do you think about?
I think about crazy shit like that all the time. The mass hysteria and panic. Who would live and die? The worst is when I’m flying and we’re 30,000 ft in the air and I imagine the engines cutting out. The minutes and seconds of crashing down and then the ultimate impact. Would I hold the stranger’s hand next to me? Would I try scratching out some type of letter to loved ones? I imagine myself reaching up and grabbing the oxygen masks and looking around at everyone in their oxygen masks. I have no idea why I torture myself with such thoughts. It happens a lot. Seriously. I can only blame myself for my insanity. I think I might need help.
I sometimes think I’d become apathetic to a crisis situation like that. It’s hard to believe because I have such High Anxiety in general. I guess because when you’re in a plane, you really have no choice but to sit and wait to die. Perhaps even survive, depending on the severity. I think I would put on my oxygen mask and write small sentences to loved one in the window pane. Maybe hold the hand of a passenger next to me.
I don’t know if it is necessary torture when we think of these things. It just means we are observant and compassionate people. (: