Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Golden Lion Tamarin



The Golden Lion Tamarin

 (An Original Poem)

Orange and bright,

Colorful and light,

Is the golden lion tamarin.

 

Climbing through the trees,

Swingin’ round with ease,

Is the golden lion tamarin. 


Hanging high and tight,

Resting in the night,

Is the golden lion tamarin.

 

Showing its fiery fur,

Filling the forest with color,

Is the golden lion tamarin.



Sunday, March 28, 2010

An Excerpt from Sum By: David Eagleman

Here is a short excerpt from the book Sum by: David Eagleman
Check it out on Amazon!


Sum

In the afterlife you relive all your experiences, but this time with the events reshuffled into a

new order: all the moments that share a quality are grouped together.

You spend two months driving the street in front of your house. You 

sleep for thirty years without opening your eyes. For five months straight you flip through

magazines while sitting on a toilet.

You take all your pain at once, all twenty-seven intense hours of it. Bones break, cars crash,

skin is cut, babies are born. Once you make it through, it’s agony-free for the rest of your

afterlife.

But that doesn’t mean it’s always pleasant. You spend six days clipping your nails. Fifteen

months looking for lost items. Eighteen months waiting in

line. Two years of boredom: staring out a bus window, sitting in an airport terminal. One year

reading books. Your eyes hurt, and you itch, because you can’t take a shower until it’s your

time to take your marathon two-hundred-day shower. Two weeks wondering what happens

when you die. One minute realizing your body is falling. Seventy-seven hours of confusion.

One hour realizing you’ve forgotten someone’s name. Three weeks realizing you are wrong.

Two days lying. Six weeks waiting for a green light. Seven hours vomiting. Fourteen minutes

experiencing pure joy. Three months doing laundry. Fifteen hours writing your signature. Two

days tying shoelaces. Sixty-seven days of heartbreak. Five weeks driving lost. Three days

calculating restaurant tips. Fifty-one days deciding what to wear. Nine days pretending you

know what is being talked about. Two weeks counting money. Eighteen days staring into the

refrigerator. Thirty-four days longing. Six months watching commercials. Four weeks sitting in

thought, wondering if there is something better you could be doing with your time. Three

years swallowing food. Five days working buttons and zippers. Four minutes wondering what

your life would be like if you reshuffled the order of events. In this part of the afterlife, you

imagine something analogous to your Earthly life, and the thought is blissful: a life where

episodes are split into tiny swallowable pieces, where moments do not endure, where one

experiences the joy of jumping from one event to the next like a child hopping from spot to

spot on the burning sand.


Saturday, March 27, 2010

I'm Honest, I Swear

I’m Honest, I Swear!

(An original short Poem)

 

My sister’s a liar,

My brother’s a stealer,

My Dad’s pants are on fire,

My Mother’s a schemer.

 

However, I am honest,

So listen to me.

And put your ears on,

So you hear me speak.

 

My sister’s a donkey,

My brother’s a bear,.

My parents are rabbits,

I’m honest, I swear!