Kenneth's blogg

Jag tar ju en nybörjarklass i Creative Writing (skrivkurs) på skolan. Imorgon lämnar jag in den här dikten. Temat var att skriva om vår egen generation.

gen x

they call us the ironic generation thanks so fucking much

squeezed between the hippies and the hipsters

waiting for our time to come only to realize it’s already

over the cuckoo’s nest too low to get under

a black man was king before he turned white

mama se mama sa mama coo sa just beat

it had funk it had beat boogaloo b-boys too

seen from another world at home on the tube

fame+foot+loose+flash+dance and a dream to come

true blue baby i love you but wait what’s that

people sick people die even you no one knew

what was safe what was not and what we could

do they know it’s christmas time at all

band aid live aid farm aid every aid but aids

a big disease with a little

name the wall the fell six letters begin with a b

b me b free and keep on rocking like neil

young at heart not for long it is time to grow

up where we belong be strong be a man

and just face when you finally grow hair on your chest

it is out and it’s time for you to get waxed

they call us gen x don’t forget about me

don’t don’t you forget about me

you y you z one day you’ll see

we’re not different at all you and me

except perhaps for the irony­

Ikväll (flera timmar försenad pga snöoväder) kommer Paresh hem efter en veckas kurs i Kansas City. Det blir lite sent, men firar väl hans födelsedag i alla fall. Jag har köpt honom t-shirten på bilden. Paresh var ett stort Pink Floyd i college (och är fortfarande i viss utsträckning). Sedan ville jag ge honom "Slumdog Millionaire" på DVD, men tyvärr släpps inte den förrän på tisdag, så det blir en försenad, försenad present. Sedan har han ju presenten från mamma och pappa också väntande. Plus liten tårta.

Vi fick i läxa att skriva en "Terza Rima" (14 rader, 10 stavelser i varje, med följande rimmönster: a+b+a, b+c+b, c+d+c, d+a+d, a+a). Min blev en argsint uppgörelse med katolska kyrkan. =) Vi ska läsa upp våra alster på lektionen imorgon. Hoppas ingen i klassen blir alltför kränkt! Angående titeln; Mahoney heter en av de anklagade kardinalerna som kände till sexuella övergrepp på barn inom kyrkan, men som höll tyst för att skydda kyrkans rykte.

Ode to Mahoney

There is this biblical quote that I like
That a "tree is recognized by its fruit"
It speaks true but not by wonder or might
How can it bloom if it's dead by the root?
If God is love, but what you speak is hate
it means you're full of it, and that's the truth
And while you hate and judge and say "God's great!",
another victim wipes her tears away
Her cardinal once said "Just keep your faith"
It all seems wrong, but who am I to say?
I'm another sinner that God might smite
But for those suffering church crimes I pray
For the victims unheard I will take fight
And now I call on thee, Heaven on high