| Floor 3, Res. Block First came the shared faces. Then came the probing tests of questions Then came the patronising, levelled talk Then came the half-hidden jibe Then came the knock on the door and the hysterical footsteps Then came the whistles and the shouts Then came the spreading, the corrupting of new chances Then came the sound of the plughole in small rooms Finally, with the combined effect of time, came A one-sided cartoon of inability: Inability to understand, inability to be straight, Inability to take a risk, inability to talk late. I desire my remedy: The discovery of light in one who lurks in shadow; The acceptance of goodness in easy stereotypes. - Siobhán Casey [A few notes: I wrote this poem late on a Thursday night, 19th of April, 2007...based on part of my experience in the college Residential Block 2006/07. The poem does not refer merely to what the girls thought of me (or what I think they thought of me), but also what I think of them. Likewise, my 'remedy' is for how they see me and how I see them: I think that these girls see me, as a group, in one way, with 'shared faces'. Perhaps they think I don't understand implications in some things they might say. I have a persistant feeling they think I'm also a lesbian as I once dressed in a sleeveless top that made me look a bit burlesque and often invited one of my friends from college into my room - hence, I'm unable to 'be straight'. I also don't fit into their apparent norms, being unable to 'be straight' in another way. I don't 'take a risk' as I hardly go out at all and don't drink that much. I don't 'talk late' into the night like they often have done. On the other hand, I see most of the girls in question on my floor with 'shared faces' - they are much the same to me. I see them as being unable to 'understand' deeper meaning to important, fundamental questions on life and spirituality (or, at least, having little lasting interest in them). I see them as unable to 'be straight' with me on what they think of me (or unwilling to be straight). I see them as being unable to take a risk in who they talk to - I haven't seen them talking to people who might be quieter or more introverted, or whatever. (Then again, maybe I just don't see them doing that when they do. And maybe not all of them are not so obnoxious - I believe that some are not.) I hear them talking late into the night, alright...but what's it about? Would they be interested in the same things that I love? Would they talk about these things so much? I don't want these girls to continue like this. But neither do I want to see them in a bad way, even though it might be easier to do so in the short term. Therefore... I desire my remedy: The discovery of light in one who lurks in shadow; The acceptance of goodness in easy stereotypes. - Siobhán Casey.] |






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Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God- through Christ Jesus our Lord!
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Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God- through Christ Jesus our Lord!
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I ain't no square...I'm a >quadrilateral,< baby!!
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