Life Calls for Forgetting You Have a Blog

So I'm posting here about two weeks after my last post. Really, I've been extremely busy with work and such. I've also been focused on writing poetry and really haven't had time to bother with a blog.

I went to the slam on Sunday, right after about a foot of snow had fallen. I entered, after not thinking I would enter. I scored two tens and still didn't make it to the second round. Ah, the piece I did about working in a corporate call centre and comparing it to rape and sodomy is a piece you either love or hate.

Something I've observed about Toronto. Many, many people love this city. They've all lived here at one time or another. Many people absolutely despise this city. They've never tried living here. Long live Toronto. To the detractors, we'll be fine without you.

Time Kills Everything

Blanks are fired from the mind's machine gun.
The gun is empty.
The holes in the bottom of the Uzi
kind of look like my brain,
though I've seen as much of it
as I have of God.
Both are thought-based representations.
My mind feels like a tree so decayed,
one can see through me.
Perhaps it's like that tree in South Africa.
There's a bar inside. Really. I read about it.
I've never been there.
Perhaps my head's like memories of Chuck E. Cheese.
Holes I could walk through and get lost in.
Everything seems so big when you're six.
I remember quarreling with a friend
over He-Man figures.
We vowed to never speak again.
Later that afternoon,
our excursion to Chuck E. Cheese came.
My first valuable lesson in life came at age six
and took 20 years to accept.
Good and bad.
Wellness and sickness.
Happiness and anger.
Time kills everything.

A Ramble

So tonight I was sitting down and writing poetry. Microsoft Word did not recognize what I thought was a word (gover). I went to a few online sources and they pretty much told me I was nuts for thinking it was a real word, though I'm sure I'd heard it before. So I went to my ol' Oxford dictionary, which is quite old now and it confirmed gover is not a word. However, I stumbled across an interesting definition of goth (keep in mind this dictionary is from the late 80s). It's definition:

Uncivilized or ignorant person, comparable to Goths who invaded Roman Empire in 3rd-5th c.

Quite humorous. I imagine a newer version would be different. Which means perhaps I should pick up a newer version that's from the 90s, at least. But it reminds me of a book a friend once showed me which they picked up at a book sale. It was written in the early 60s by some psychologist and was about methods of curing homosexuality.

I was hearing good reviews of the film Control. I'm a Joy Division fan and finally did get to see this tonight. A friend and I have wanted to see this together for some time, but our schedules never matched. Overall, I wasn't too impressed. The cinematography was quite basic and the movie didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know about Ian Curtis or Joy Division and the performances were average and nothing to rave about.