The Journal of Sarah Brookes Bad Analogy
07/01/2010 12:19 a.m.
Bad Analogy.
So imagine there's this house. Or, no. Not actually a house. More like a wall. Well, not a wall, but something big. Like an elephant, and you're this elephant's keeper and you know everything about it and you are trying to explain what it is to a couple of blind guys who think it's a wall. Except it's not really an elephant, because that's stupid, but it's more like when you've got this really brilliant Halloween costume but no one knows what you are (you thought it was obvious: you're an elephant). You can't explain the mix-up, because the trunk piece sort of muffles your voice (but it looks like no one is listening anyway - too busy laughing at your bad craft skills).
That's not quite the right analogy though.
Okay. Not an elephant exactly, not a wall or a costume. It's not that. It's more like describing the colour 'elephant grey' to a kid who's been blind from birth, or the tune of a favourite new song (Nelly the Elephant) to your deaf-since-birth-and-illiterate grandmother. Maybe if you gesticulate a tad slower, she'll get the message and not just think you are completely mental (as usual). Maybe she will try to imagine it, maybe she won't even sneer and maybe she'll start to 'get it' too.
It's kind of like that, but not really.
You know what I mean?
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Work in progress for an illustration exchange project I am working on. Intended meaning and misinterpreted metaphor plague my life. Always.
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unbuttoning pockets of thought
02/09/2008 07:18 p.m.
It's been a while, pathetic.
I thought I should leave at least a small trace of my thin and waif-like persistence here on this site. Even though I have not posted anything here in what must be about four years, I have not disappeared completely. I am still creeping around the edges of the place. Reading. I would write, but for some reason I haven't felt as if I have had much to say of late. Perhaps my posting here may signify a change in that.
I suppose in short I just wanted to say hello.
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Happy Birthday to me
12/27/2003 01:35 p.m.
Eighteen today. Feels a bit weird actually....
That is all.
Sarah I am currently Weird
I am listening to the hum of my pc
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La Muerta {secret sigh}
12/03/2003 10:56 p.m.
Si de pronto no existes,
si de pronto no vives,
yo seguiré viviendo.
No me atrevo,
no me atrevo a escribirlo,
si te mueres.
Yo seguiré viviendo.
Porque donde no tiene voz un hombre,
allí mi voz.
Donde los negros sean apaleados,
yo no puedo estar muerto.
Cuando entren en la cárcel mis hermanos
entraré yo con ellos.
Cuando la victoria,
no mi victoria,
sino la gran victoria,
llegue,
aunque esté mudo debo hablar:
yo la veré llegar aunque esté ciego.
No, perdóname.
Si tú no vives,
si
tú, querida, amor mío,
si tú
te has muerto,
todas las hojas caerán en mi pecho,
lloverá sobre mi alma noche y día,
la nieve quemará mi corazón,
andaré con frío y fuego y muerte y nieve,
mis pies querrán marchar hacia donde tú duermes,
pero seguiré vivo,
porque tú me quisiste sobre todas las cosas
indomable,
y, amor, porque tú sabes que soy no sólo un hombre
sino todos los hombres.
{Pablo Neruda}
I am currently Restless
I am listening to silence
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Funny Day
12/03/2003 03:05 p.m.
Today has been one of those very odd days where Good Things have been in abundance and no one except me has really cared. Normally I'm at least echoed in my happiness by at least one other smilechild, but today it was raining, so I don't think people have been feeling oh so shiny.
I have an interview at my Uni of Choice at College of Preference on Monday. So I'm very very excited. I thought I would be terrified but the negative nerves haven't set in yet. Which is excellent in my opinion, no sweaty palms for me...at least not until Sunday night. I miss school on Monday and I think I'm staying the night there.
You know, even if this doesn't go well and I don't get in, it'll be nice to say they looked at me (I've already voiced this to certain people who may or may not be reading this entry, so sorry for the repetition). The uni is frighteningly competetive, let alone the course I'm going for. Good oppertunity to go shopping anyway.
I am currently listening to Cheesy 70's disco music. And dancing. Oh yes, that's right: dancing. Probably a little too much information there, but I'm having fun. Embrace the madness, children! Insanity is good for the soul!
Oh, and I'm going to see the Darkness tomorrow. Yay! Yay I say! Pink spandex and deliciously mad guitar forever!!!! I am currently Fabulous
I am listening to Wild Cherry - Play that Funky Music White Boy
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15.27
11/29/2003 03:26 p.m.
Make the incision.
Slice, slick beneath the milk
film that holds Otherworld
distant.
On my most neon nights it
creeps over the cotton
skies, seeking sugared
crags of synapse in
frosted darkness
Visits here always blesscurse.
Ambassador. I nestle
in stellar garlands
before your marbled
feet, your bladed
fingerbreeze draws garnet
beads, cuts crimson rivers
on my open, ever returning
smile.
Who knew masochism was so fun, Delilah? Oh please, just
Twist my broken limbs one more time, so that I may never
leave. I am currently Odd
I am listening to 4am - OLP
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*sigh*
11/22/2003 09:34 p.m.
I promise I *really am* still here. In spirit. Oh I wish I had more time.
Couple of poems to post in the near future. I hope. Not finished yet, still a bit... Bitty.
Thank you for the CD's by the way, if you're reading this ^.^
The Bush, The Tree and Me are fantastic, they haven't left my CD player since I got it. Yay I am currently Bleh
I am listening to TBTTaM - Sacrifice
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:)
11/09/2003 10:33 p.m.
I'm still here. Just hiding in my shell.
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in approx 84 days
10/07/2003 06:22 p.m.
I can get a cash card and I can 'Support Pathetic' properly!!!!
I love this site so much, its been a blessing. Small town Northamptonshire doesn't have much to offer a literature nut such as myself. No reading circles, no poetry groups, no like-minded people. No nothing.
Ooooh, double negative >.@ sorry.
Anyway, Pathetic is a bit like having all of that on my doorstep. It's given me so much, I just want to give back. Cheesy as that sounds, I do. I am currently Happy
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Yowch, talk about surprises!
09/28/2003 05:12 p.m.
Let it be known, that I spilled my glass of orange juice onto my mouse mat when I opened my daily poem email thingy from pathetic. Of all the craziness in the world, there was Rip t{w}o staring straight back at me like a blue arsed fly.
I've been feeling really ill all day, coughing and sneezing and generally feeling phlegmy. but I am sooooo happy right now!
And it isn't (in my opinion) even that great a poem. Ironic. Oh but thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!
A thousand kisses and little paper hearts to be sent to everyone, even people I don't know or despise me. Today hasn't been so bad afterall. I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to TMBG
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