Finding all sorts of stuff, cleaning and sorting and packing...

My writing has come a LONG way. ^^;; Still though, there are bits I still quite like... This was written..I'm assuming in 11th grade, as I used it for an essay in Klumpp's class, on generational gaps. Not sure if we were told to write our own poem, or were just given it as an option.. overall, it's a little bleh, a blatent descendant of my "rants" from around that time, but there are some really cool bits in it:


                Generation

                                                         all we are is cultural jetsam
                                              is all that's just just cultural jetsam?

We try to put the pieces together
to make ourselves a whole
from all these disjointed bits of the past
Ritual, racial memories and prejudices
Just accept what we're told is right and wrong
Never even considering deciding for ourselves

We weren't allowed to.

Expected to just accept the old ideas as "right"
there's nothing new
it's just the old reborn.

New things can't be trusted
they haven't yet seen the test of time
they can't be equal to the past.

Shards of the shattered past colliding with,
shredding our vision of the future
What went before constantly sneaking up and
tearing our dreams from before our eyes.

It's never been done
It can't be done.


...how do you know?

You couldn't do it, didn't believe it
But I will.
I may be no more than a madman's collage of your memories and ancestral rites
only a manifestation of all that you have told me

but

I am the future, it's clay in my sculptor's hands, I can change the world, mold my thoughts into reality...
I can even change you.



The one idea in there, that there's nothign really new, is one that's still kicking around inside my head...

On a related note, will get back to updating my lj, once I get near a working scanner again. ^^;