A poem from the future

Just listened to the intonation of the sounds of the words that fill this poem…imagining all it describes. It’s -I have not an accurate word for it, but it is good, amusing and serious at times, it rhymes and tells a good set of points.

In short I love it 🙂

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Editor’s note: This poem kicks off a new “Question Worth Asking” series: “How weird will the future be?” First up: a piece from poet and TED Fellow Ben Burke.

[Dear Helen- So sorry. Didn’t have time to write that poem. But my future self sent me one yesterday. So we’re good. Crazy, right? It’s totally legit and actually from the future, so no need to double-check, you’re probably too busy anyway. Happy New Year!  – Ben Burke]

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THE TRANSHUMANIST’S LAMENT
or
TOO MANY RIVERS, NOT ENOUGH LAKES
or
OH, FUTURE — YOU SO CRAZY

I arrived in the basket that was weaved here before me
And I stayed in any place with a roof that would store me
I have lots of belongings
But didn’t pack for the trip
I got here, they put pants on me
And then the world gave me the slip

I’ve lived as slowly as…

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Update: Going to Uni(Prep) and the Months Before.

Hey Guys!

Long time no type: again. Ehehehe, sorry! I have a couple posts in the drafts folder I’ll update ASAP- just got a bit of a list at the moment of things to do… There’s the usual List Of Things I Need/Said I’d Do for friends, social requirements (which are good, really, except when I’m tired and want people to let me paint or sketch in piece.) Oh I’ve got an oil painting going – into portraiture again; it started with a couple charcoal-ed portraits of people and then a painting. Well. I’ll see about adding development photos in. (and maybe the end result). Baked a cake yesterday! It was meant to be red velvet, but it looks more chocolate (I’m not sure what red velvet tastes like, but my cooking friends think this it was not). Tastes ok though- pastel pink icing, white chocolate star deco on a layered -like victoria sponge- ‘red velvet’ cake.

Musing how long it’ll take me to alienate -inevitably- a roommate (or two) before first semester is over or (OR) blend into the background on the home-people front. To be safe.

Watching ‘Don’t Tell Mum The Babysitters Dead‘ for the first time. Kids in it seem bratty (wow).

Oh the babysitter seems like a darling; she seems so lovely. As in her voice is kind, and sort of soft but firm like she’s confidant..by yes, gentle. AND OH MY…the oldest(?) sister slammed the door. in. her. face. Oh my ohmy ohmy. If I did something like thar…If I even could under ‘normal’ circumstances..wow. Such a brat. :O

Is it me or does Brat 1# (oldest sister, read: Grinch)…look…kindof..familiar? o_O.

Five kids. Five kids. How did she have that many wowwow. That brings in this mini-series of videos from BuzzFeed’s ‘Try Guys’ on, you guessed it: PREGNANCY.(Noun: state of which empending life is apparent. Adj of : pain)

OH MY GOSH- THE OLD LADY….(SPOILERS) Well. That explains the music -it was brief, ok.  After “sugar and spice” I think it was just her trying to survive, honestly. She looked like she couldnt cope. They’re still pretty bad, though they could be worse. Barely 1/9th into the film and I think she’s dead (END SPOILERS)