This is currently my “story” (with annotations).
I am Fluther’s resident contrarian. I am unabashedly American, unapologetically individualistic, and I am eternally living in a Maslow-esque peak moment.
This part is pretty self-explanatory. I tend to take an opposing viewpoint on many Fluther issues du jour, particularly economic ones. I don’t think there is any shame in being proud of my American heritage, I believe that I am a self-determined individual who writes my own destiny, and I am almost always riding some kind of manic, creative high.
I sometimes think I am more of a Melville than a Hemingway, I love people, I love to write, and I also take pictures.
I’m More of a Melville than a Hemingway is the title of a poem I wrote once, and it has special meaning to me as an example of what I really don’t want to be. Melville just wrote about adventure and didn’t actually live them, whereas Hemingway actually lived an exciting life, just like his protagonists. Currently, I am more of a Melville, but I’m working on becoming a Hemingway. I do love people and I feel an inter-connectedness with many of them, and I do love to write and take pictures. This was a good way to smoothly integrate self-promotional links to my novel page and my flickr account.
My words are wise… My face is beard.
Well, I shaved, so not anymore.
*****
Driving home drunk with water
From snowglobes
To see a would-be father in your living room
Swords drawn, a prophet to your screams
While I tripped and fell on my own bayonet
Long dulled by your heart and lungs
To your photographs: my torture device
My crucifix in a shoebox
And I, a gilded cage
A sultan on your couch
Watching the cosmopolitan image
And your thirsty work
How close I was
Your uncooperative tongue
I’ve considered the lilies for far long enough
You schizophrenic Lilith atop my Christmas tree
And maybe one day, I’ll sling off your reigns
And cast you on the earth like a curse.
This is my favorite poem I have ever written. It also has a huge amount of personal meaning for me.