Monotony

So, It's been a while since I've written anything, because let's be honest, my life is fairly common, which I'm fine with, but it doesn't lend itself as well as one might think to having a regularly updated blog. I am working on a project right now that I'll post about when it's done, probably with some pictures. I don't want to give too much away, so ill just tell you exactly what it is. It's taking two shirts, and making them into some sort of light jacket. A light jacket that I plan to look DAMN good in.


Anyway, like I said, It's been a while since my last post, and I have nothing new to write about (yet!) so I decided I'm going to post a piece I wrote for a writing class I took a while ago. It was a project that I thought was weird at first, but I'm actually quite proud of the result. It's a form of writing called a Lipogram, which is a type of constrained writing where you chose certain letters and don't include them in your writing. Now obviously this can be much easier or harder, depending on what letters you choose to omit. For mine I chose to restrict myself by not using the vowels A, O, and U. In hindsight, It probably would've fit the content more to do something like having no I and U, you'll hopefully understand what I mean after you read it, so here it is:



Enfettered

In Western times, we revered the misfits with their infidelities.

They were legends in their right, with grins, with smirks, with restless whims.

We let them whistle while they went, recklessly wedded with wretched, hellbent desires.

Within these sentences we find insight flirting with criticism.

I wish we knew where this reverence went.

Where did we find this repressing need, in which we dismiss hijinks with blind eyes.

I will find the gimmicks, seeking revenge while singing with spring in step.

I will remember her in spring, with her newly wed whimsy.

In spring she didn’t detest me, didn’t despise me, didn’t delete me.

She willed me with her wide eyed cleverness, setting precedents she wished I might enter.

Genres scribbled freely in virgin lives.

I trifled with this new esteem.

Perverse, I pressed the bindings, illicitly picking her piece by piece.

While she slept I fled this resplendence I never deserved.

She needed me in scripts I never met.

I left her presence with little regret.

With childish intent, I sighed then stepped in the rigid night.

I never knew the girl I left behind.

I never knew the letters I deprived this text.

I preferred rebelling with the perfect, expected theme.

Time went by.

In winter weeks I met regret within his limits.

I will never wish I did different.

She deserves this kindness. 

This winter wretch will live with their regrets.

-Jeff Dobson, 2009

So that's it, it was an interesting assignment, and I'm happy with how it turned out, and for anyone out there that enjoys writing, I highly recommend trying some form of constricted writing, I think you'll be impressed with what you get out of it.

In the Name of ALL that is Radical,

Jeff