Friday, February 4, 2011

Brandon, a repost

In honor of my new-found blog laziness, I am going to re-post a little item from way back when I first started blogging,  two long years ago. But written about a time nearly twenty years ago when I was an angsty art school student:  Enjoy.

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When Eric and I met, we were talking about how we both enjoy poetry. I like to read it. He likes to write it. And I told him that once, when I was eighteen, I had written a poem that I wasn't at all embarrassed to let people read. I remember quite liking it, in fact. It was about a train.

So I decided to try to find it. I had never unpacked all the boxes of miscellaneous stuff from my last move, and thought there was a possibility that the journal, containing said poem, could be in one of several boxes in my basement. I dug. I found one box full of pictures, sketchbooks, journals, and old letters. The journal with the poem wasn't there. I'm sure I tossed it out with many others years ago in a fit of cleaning. Or a fit of never ever ever wanting anyone to read all the ridiculous things I wrote in journals when I was a teenager.

But there was one journal, a sketch book actually, unlined, with only a few entries. I probably saved this one alone because I couldn't justify throwing away all the nice clean unused pages. I'm not sure exactly when I started this journal, or when I quit writing in it. There's one entry about receiving a critique of a sculpture in art school, but another one about a friend that I don't think could have been written until a couple years after I left college. One entry stood out. I was ranting about someone named Brandon.

Brandon, apparently, had a very cold and removed view on life. He thought that emotions made for a messy world. I thought he was way off base. I said I embraced emotional turmoil and chaos. Sure, sometimes I was miserable, but at least I knew a was alive.  Brandon thought that made me weak. I worried that his "Vulcan" thinking was going to influence my life. I wondered how I could prevent it. How could I go on living my life in all its sloppy splendor and avoid his overwhelming influence over me?!

I assume that I somehow discovered how to insulate myself from his corrupting world view.

I have no memory of ever knowing anyone named Brandon.

1 comment:

  1. WOW. You practiced a Jedi mind trick on yourself: you blocked it off and it is as if Brandon never existed. What better defense against his influence than this? Nicely done my friend nicely done.


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