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Monday, August 25, 2008

Meteors All Night

Poems. They strike at the most unexpected moments.


Case in point:

C.L sits down on a Monday night for a nice productive session of Conflict essay-writing.

All is going well but then C.L makes a fatal error: she writes an incomplete sentence. C.L glares at the computer screen because she can't see anything wrong with the sentence and thinks Word is just stupidly insisting it is wrong in that annoying Word way (ie. underlining in it in green squiggliness and suggesting to 'revise fragment'). Uh, not helpful!
Anyways, being in an irrational 'I am going to fix up this one unimportant sentence' mood C.L right clicks on 'About this sentence' to get an explanation for its incorrectness so she can fix it. Here's what appears:

C.L reads the pop up impatiently, but then gives a double glance at the phrase "Meteors all night" and thinks to self 'that's pretty... in a vague, grammatically incorrect sense.' Promptly gets sidetracked.

35 mins later: C.L has got no further on her essay, but instead has 3 versions of the poem "Meteors all Night" and accompanying music. Yay for random strikes of inspiration.


Enjoy:


Meteors all night- v.1

Come,

watch for

Meteors all night

Because the teacher said to.

And we will laugh clearly under the stars;

Those distant observers,

Blasts from the past

All over now.



Meteors all night- v.2

Come,

watch for

Meteors all night

Because the teacher said to.

And we will laugh clearly under the stars;

Those distant observers,

Blasts from the past

Dying in slow-motion

Just like us.


Meteors all night- v.3
Come,

watch for

Meteors all night

Because the teacher said to.

And we will laugh clearly under the Stars;

Celestial monuments to our Glory.

Let us grow young

Together.


BY COUNT LUCIFER

Music-matchability: Champagne Supernova (Oasis)

Note: Yeah the three versions are pretty similar, but Disco Read made a good point when she commented on their complete dissimilarities due to the different endings: Version 1 is about the fleetingness of Youth, Version 2 is more despairing in its outlook and Version 3 is well... hopeful?

Yes I totally intended that meaning :D

13 comments:

Anonymous said...
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Anonymous said...

haha "because the teacher said to"

Anonymous said...

oh wait. i just revealed your secret identity.
delete my comment if you want?

Anonymous said...

i'd be surprised if anyone didn't know c.l was the vell bells.

Anonymous said...

high five for spontaneous poetic inspiration from Microsoft's grammar and spell check system! it should happen more often!

Disco Read et Count Lucifer, associates of Hurley who?, Louis Tiffon, Whitebread, Her cules, Wolfmother, Cake Crusader & no name said...

ahh sorry giovanni- had to delete your comment. but for anyone who's interested it was:

"u are writing poems?
oh dear --------. how will you achieve dux of our year yet again if you are writing poems?
altho they might be helpful for creative writing or something.

more importantly: why am I on here?
[emphasis on "I"]"

so yesness, feel free to go about business as normal, apart from naming names =) (will explain why anonymity is of the essence some other time)

Anonymous said...

That's so awesome! Its almost like it tracks the thoughts of people through history - modern, post-modern, etc... I'd love to shove them all into one big poem - the repetiton is great! Fantastic atmosphere.

Anonymous said...

thanks wolfmother and flowerpot for your positive feedback!

hopefully exams won't crush our creative souls - writing poetry is quite liberating (lol, Burning Sappho) I've decided!

Anonymous said...

lol, I know. I was writing some today to cool down after some study. Its very thearapeutic (sp?).

Anonymous said...

Yes, explain to me one day.
Haha. I'm so silly :)

I have two names tho: will that confuse people?

Anonymous said...

you make my day, love
haha
i'm listening to james blunt - he's pretty poetic too

Anonymous said...

cake crusader,

james blunt is a feminine, womanising british tosser.

poetic he is not.

goodbye my friend.

Anonymous said...

Loving it Lovelette!
Oh such fun... love this blog