Elaborate Curtains
Posted by Richard Artwright on Saturday, April 4, 2009
Nobody who knows me will be able to tell you how much I love to write things in an almost Shakespearean manner.
I have written a kind of short poem, because my lack of space is frustrating me more than ever this month (maybe it's because it's 2009? I'll explain later).
I am not the lion, the mask, or the cape,
Remove from me these pins, that I may escape,
Do not believe this foul costume,
Yours, and too your perfume,
Uncover the true smell of this cobwebbed room.
I won't explain everything for the reason that, for example, the lion is actually like an inside thing that people here know about (it's about a fictional character that I invented, I'll tell you that much). The mask means just lies and false identity, the cape is because people here think I'm a musical genius or something, that I'm so very talented, but I know that I'm not as great, as talented as they think I am. I'm self-taught, and presumably because of that there are many things I'm not capable of playing. So the cape means like a superhero or, more realistically, a prodigy, the prodigy which I am not. The pins are because it feels like these things are stuck to me. This foul costume is just the whole of the Lion/Mask/Cape trio. The perfume is because perfume is used to cover up bad smells, so to lie, basically.
That's actually nearly all of it... I wasn't expecting that.
Anyway, the year, which I said about earlier.
2006 was, for me, a big breakthrough year. I finally got into music properly, and, if you ask me, it's the year when I started to think consciously. Like, properly. Enough to have a personality, finally.
To me, a 6 looks like breaking through a wall. If you write it from the top bit and end at the middle, by the end of writing the number you've hit a line. Am I mad for thinking this looks like breaking through a wall? Probably, yes...
2007 was like a rapid change of direction. I don't want to elaborate too much here, but I'm sure I don't have to explain what the number 7 has in common with a rapid change of direction.
2008 was, actually, a big non-year. Nothing really happened. At all. It only really got at all interesting at the end, when I wrote the "Wings Means _______" songs. I left college (dropped out, actually), and didn't really do anything else, but the point is that there was actually someone at college who I liked (yes like that), and I think she liked me too (no joke), except the first day I spoke to her was my last day at college, and I haven't seen her since. We did get on well as well. Also, my parents finally started the irritatingly long process of getting divorced, and I expect there were other separations that year as well. So 2008 is the year of separation, reflecting the shape of the number 8.
Which brings us to this year. I sense a lot of energy in this year. Like, last year was full of thought, and barely any action. This year will hopefully have more action, more things happening.
To me, a 9 looks like getting out of a circle, like the end of repetition.
If that whole previous section made sense to you, you may have to worry about yourself, but that's up to you.
Anyway, close to no progress in anything at all recently...
Oh! Actually, I just remembered. If anyone is having trouble in wondering what to refer to me as (like, gender and such), "he" is fine, and it's several times better to think of me as one person, it prevents a lot of confusion.
This post took over 5 hours to write, due to it being minimized for ages.
I have written a kind of short poem, because my lack of space is frustrating me more than ever this month (maybe it's because it's 2009? I'll explain later).
I am not the lion, the mask, or the cape,
Remove from me these pins, that I may escape,
Do not believe this foul costume,
Yours, and too your perfume,
Uncover the true smell of this cobwebbed room.
I won't explain everything for the reason that, for example, the lion is actually like an inside thing that people here know about (it's about a fictional character that I invented, I'll tell you that much). The mask means just lies and false identity, the cape is because people here think I'm a musical genius or something, that I'm so very talented, but I know that I'm not as great, as talented as they think I am. I'm self-taught, and presumably because of that there are many things I'm not capable of playing. So the cape means like a superhero or, more realistically, a prodigy, the prodigy which I am not. The pins are because it feels like these things are stuck to me. This foul costume is just the whole of the Lion/Mask/Cape trio. The perfume is because perfume is used to cover up bad smells, so to lie, basically.
That's actually nearly all of it... I wasn't expecting that.
Anyway, the year, which I said about earlier.
2006 was, for me, a big breakthrough year. I finally got into music properly, and, if you ask me, it's the year when I started to think consciously. Like, properly. Enough to have a personality, finally.
To me, a 6 looks like breaking through a wall. If you write it from the top bit and end at the middle, by the end of writing the number you've hit a line. Am I mad for thinking this looks like breaking through a wall? Probably, yes...
2007 was like a rapid change of direction. I don't want to elaborate too much here, but I'm sure I don't have to explain what the number 7 has in common with a rapid change of direction.
2008 was, actually, a big non-year. Nothing really happened. At all. It only really got at all interesting at the end, when I wrote the "Wings Means _______" songs. I left college (dropped out, actually), and didn't really do anything else, but the point is that there was actually someone at college who I liked (yes like that), and I think she liked me too (no joke), except the first day I spoke to her was my last day at college, and I haven't seen her since. We did get on well as well. Also, my parents finally started the irritatingly long process of getting divorced, and I expect there were other separations that year as well. So 2008 is the year of separation, reflecting the shape of the number 8.
Which brings us to this year. I sense a lot of energy in this year. Like, last year was full of thought, and barely any action. This year will hopefully have more action, more things happening.
To me, a 9 looks like getting out of a circle, like the end of repetition.
If that whole previous section made sense to you, you may have to worry about yourself, but that's up to you.
Anyway, close to no progress in anything at all recently...
Oh! Actually, I just remembered. If anyone is having trouble in wondering what to refer to me as (like, gender and such), "he" is fine, and it's several times better to think of me as one person, it prevents a lot of confusion.
This post took over 5 hours to write, due to it being minimized for ages.