Think about The Lakehouse

written by jenavictoria
for HUM 160
January 18, 2007
--about a concept of time. but teacher comments were that it was more of a movie review. tsk.

in between they fall in love

in the end they are together

but in the beginning…?

then think about Time

if time is a circle

if time can flow back like a stream and people and objects get trapped in the past

just as Einstein may have dreamt it

as he has written, if people can travel to the past

or get caught in between past and present, present and future

whichever side you are looking on

but here they have changed the past:

by a mailbox at the glass house by the lake

here dog footprints and a box in the attic are left behind

here an orchard tree grows out of nowhere in Chicago

here he kisses her on her birthday, while they dance under the moonlight

here Persuasion is returned

here a man does not die

where does it all begin?

else there would be no love story

then again, the greatest love stories are made through Time

Sunshine Underground is nowhere near heaven

written by jenavictoria
for HUM 160
January 18, 2007
--trying to give a feeling of death while describing a pair of shoes is much easier when not trying to describe sunshine yellow high-cut Chuck Taylors.

canvas wrapped in yellow blindness

the answer is yes, if you ask, you are

orange here is like fire

but this is no where near heaven

blue and black stains

punched, battered and beaten

dyed by the rain

but where you’re going is no where near heaven

twisted cotton

laced around holes

Mummifying in six steps tighter

here you’re bound nowhere near heaven

patterns of crosses lay in dirt and muck

beneath is where lies

shattered stones here and there

down there is nowhere near heaven

walk

slip

climb the stairway which leads to nowhere near heaven

and Sunshine is her name

Lost beyond the perimeter

written by jenavictoria
for HUM 160
January 18, 2007
--describing nature with city concepts. did i succeed? tsk.

there is a perimeter between here and there

which ends in concrete or asphalt and begins in rock…

buildings

made solely of the material they use for country furniture

rise high above

sky scrapers

only, they have huge umbrellas on top

fountains

in rocky cribs

would blast water

from the biggest sewerage

only, this water is clean

confetti

falls to the ground

as if every day was a political celebration

only, this confetti is wet

road

is not cement

muck clogged on the street drain

under candy wrappers and tissue

blown by fast cars passing by beating the red light

only, it is not as colorful as candy

one big lamp

no one can see

goes out on daylight savings

replaced by the Bat Lamp and scattered Christmas lights

only, without the bat

speck of glitter metal with wings dance in the air

car horns

sounds come from the sky.

fading away from airplanes flying past

only, smaller and in different tones

traffic

smoothly flowing two way

on 6 lanes of freeway,

only, 100 times smaller in black and red

green

not the green of highway signboards telling you the next exit

sometimes darker or lighter

only, there is also a clear blue and red and yellow and violet and orange

…only, isn’t gravel rock?

there is a perimeter between here and there

outside the perimeter is what they call living.