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#and we have learnt that shitty poetry is the best way to deal with feelings
songofwizardry · 3 years
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going to start putting all my complicated feelings about how fucked the world is into shitty poetry again and nobody can stop me
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uselessranting · 3 years
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4. hmm
“the books gave matilda a comforting message, you are not alone”
words stick to you like thorns if you have fallen in a thorn bush before 
thats a bad metaphor but we make do 
i was lonely as a kid and i still am to an extent , i just know how to deal with it now. 
but god bless that beautiful summer afternoon in fourth grade when i came across charlie and the chocolate factory on HBO . willy wonka caught my eye  (i still think hes attractive) and i did my part of the research to find out its based on a book. i begged ma to buy it ASAP .pure ecstasy surrounded me on the way back home from the bookstore, the book in my hands in a small brown packet. i had a friend
i didnt find pictures of willy wonka in the book much to my despair,but my pre pubescent self’s attraction to the chocolatier who DISTINCTLY remembered to put hat on lead me to something even more beautiful , the world of literature 
sure i had read some ruskin bond for school, the blue umbrella, didnt like it when i read it for the first time but you cant really expect an eight year old to understand literature, so i consider charlie and the chocolate factory to be my first actual read and boy was i blown away by some 30 chapters and 200 pages  
it was like magic, i was instantly drawn and hungry for more . roald dahl became my best friend and within a few months i had read his every book , his writing was absolutely delightful , the humor, the wit and the crispness in the choice of words .
at this point i had started appreciating even the short stories in the textbooks, course material didnt feel like course material anymore, i was actually enjoying it alot 
i like words and i like details and i like perfection 
when all three are combined they touch a part of my senses that makes me feel something nothing has ever had , to site an example ;
If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. "Your son Maximilian", I would write, "is a total wash-out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won't get a job anywhere else." Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, "It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she's learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all."
I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, "The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days days as a free creature of sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis." A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, "Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface." - roald dahl, matilda
saki is another example, he knows alot of pretty looking words and is smart enough to string them into something witty , thats the art of writing 
to put it into a nutshell, to get the crux of my ramble, i love books, i love how they smell ,how they feel, and most importantly, how they can transport me somewhere away from reality , away from the mess 
i wish i could write the way i want to , for now i can only rhyme words and write shitty poetry 
people throw around ‘books are your best friends’ way too much but i feel like not everyone can really tell how beautiful the bond between a person and an inanimate object can be 
to all the books i have read, am reading, am about to read
i love you with all my heart and i wish i could go back in time and tell myself that im not alone , at the same time, this instant, i know ill never be because i k=have experienced the books are your best friends phrase in my own flesh and bones 
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