Thursday, October 22, 2009

Watching Memorable Walks

The other day in bible study, our leader asked us why we, or other people, might write poetry. He then asked us to write an 'If' poem as part of an exercise to introduce us to the study of Psalms. Since then, these ideas have been playing on my mind.

If asked that question in a setting where I wasn't under pressure to not answer and appear an emo-kid, I would probably say that the reason why I write poetry or enjoy art of any form is because in reality, I repress my feelings. Rather than limit them to the banality of their everyday context (petty annoyances, base desires, irrational fears), I'd rather invest them in an avenue with a higher rate of return. I get to control exactly how much I reveal, how much I explore, what the listener gets out of the poem. A poem doesn't limit you to reality, either.

I used to favour dance as the way to tell the greatest truths of myself to my audience. Poetry, I suppose is a natural extension of that. It too is focused on expression through a medium (the human body/words) and the movement inherent (in dance sequences, or the formation of sentences). It may not be about me, but in creating it, I often feels as though I were baring some part of myself that I normally keep hidden.

Even if my heart says yes, my mind says no
(based on A Walk To Remember)
If
this were yesterday, I
might've said yes to you. I was
happy to bask in the love of another,
then - I would not
be so afraid to let my heart be thawed by
the heat of your pull
on my heartstrings, and your assurance not to break them, or -

ever let them go.

But because
this is today,
I am sorry,
but my answer is no.

But even if being around you arrests my senses,
makes time stop and space irrelevant,
even if it feels like more than just another EM-pty pull, it's
just a lull - a break from reality's gravity, for today.

For even if this were yesterday,
you can't change my tomorrow.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The one where Xin wishes she was studying something else

Sometimes the human body just doesn't make any sense. The science of the way biological processes work is almost as incongruent as trying to decipher the varied motives and workings of the human mind.

Case in point, free radical damage causes mitochondrial and cellular damage that leads to aging. Anti-oxidants reduce free radical damage by eliminating free radicals through chemical reactions. Logically speaking, you'd suppose that reducing free radicals by increasing antioxidant levels would reduce free radical damage. However as antioxidants reduce free radicals, hormesis may occur. This is an increased sensitivity as a result of a reduction in the body's natural protection against free radicles that may actually result in an increased mortality.

I suppose it's the frustration of a posteriori acquisition of knowledge and understanding. At best, you can only see one or two steps behind the rationale of the way something has changed, and that means that the fundamental logic of how things work will always remain somehow behind the veil. Just like no matter how well or how long you've known someone, you never really know them.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm motivated to wade through the explosion of theories of why this or that occurs. Science is messy work, and our attempts to explain things we don't even really understand seem so laughable and vain in the wake of reality. Scientific method is hardly what I'd call intelligence at work: trial and error is more what it might be described as. In its attempts to simplify and organise life, it seems to only make things more complicated, particularly at the so-called cutting edge of the field.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Music: the upbeat

Once in a while a good singer comes along who makes music that strikes a chord (yes, pun intended). Lenka, a Sydneysider, is one such musician. Upbeat, yet introspective, she's got the I-don't-take-life-too-seriously-but-I-haven't-lost-my-ideals ethos that's so easy to fall in love with. From the moment I heard her, I heart her.

Her winsome smile and cheeky grin make her music video release of The Show very worth a gander.



For posterity's sake, here are the lyrics.

The Show
Lenka

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop
'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not
I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can't get enough

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show

The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs and synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show

Yeah, I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show, just enjoy the show

I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show

Saturday, October 10, 2009

What a woman

I was mooching around today, and found out about Aimee Mullins. Wow.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Note to self

Head over heart -
Anatomically,
Alphabetically,

Always, sensibly.