Sue-Sue's Shared Sentiments

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Location: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada

Currently a student at York U with an English major and a History minor. I live with the books =)

Monday, February 28, 2005

Want

To want something is one of life's simplest goals
I started the search at a young age
Dressed in cotton candy bows, lace and ruffles
Then it was simple desires
For I wanted a new doll to whirl around with
Crying out in glee over the excitement of my toy companion
Never allowing her plastic highness to leave my side
Fearing the thought of existing without her
Though I had done it before she came to be my other half

Then came the time when hormones cursed through my veins
My body changing to match the plastic curves

I had youthfully in innocence played with
Thoughts bumbling and jumbling what sense I used to have
Now I wanted everything and nothing to do with love
To be loved my someone and to be without him too
Unable to discern which I wanted completely and unabashionately
Selecting solitude because it was easier to cope with myself
Rather than my complex self plus one

Maturity seemed to be upon me finally
I had taken pains to quest for more knowledge
Felt the throws of enlightenment upon me
Understanding that was ready to love and be loved
Share myself completely without reservation

Exposing my maskless self that lay in waiting
The security was shattered by a kiss
Your kiss took me unprepared and made me question what I wanted
So I've pulled myself away from you quickly

Leaving you fleeting, confused and unsure
Reverting back to wanting nothing of love
Preferring the agony of self-imposed isolation
Over the notion of finding eternal completion with you
Making me question just what the fuck I want!

sv

Monday, February 21, 2005

The Body as a Canvas

For the past couple of days, probably out of a bizarre coincidence, the topic of tattoos has fluttered into my conversations. I'm not talking about in passing here, I mean I've had some deep discussions about them and about the perceptions that society has about them.

Here's a bit of an outline as to what I've encountered on the topic of tattoos this week:

Friday: while at a club, me and a group of friends witnessed a hot young man that had his forearms completely tattooed. To me this isn't a big problem...in fact I thought that it was fantastical. As my title indicates, I think that the body is my own canvas that I can decorate as I see fit and yes permanent ink is my personal choice of preference! Now upon seeing this young man's sleeves (thats what the technical name would be), a friend of mine said that he must be a good-for-nothing thug (that's me paraphrasing!). Upon the hottie with the sleeves asking me to dance and consequently my phone number, the same friend asked how would I be able to introduce him to my family? Better yet, wasn't I afraid of him?

Saturday: I went out with said hot guy (Eric) from the club. And my friend's stereotypical view couldn't have been further from the truth. Eric is a well educated young man, who just happens to enjoy expressing himself through body art. Nor at any point during our evening did I have visions of him being some crazed ax murderer. However, part of our conversation obviously revolved around tattoos because we both have them and we shared the same view that society is insanely narrow-minded society is in its perception about people with tattoos. We also discussed parental perspective on them and how that has and does affects us.

Sunday: I decided that I wanted to get another one which would bring my total to three! So while chatting about what I wanted to get and where via msn, a number of friends were trying to dissuade me getting more than I already had. They told me that too many wasn't lady like and would be detrimental to my image as a future teacher.

Monday: during our tutorial break the topic came up again. This time the topic was the idea that certain people (i.e.. smart and clean cut students) do not have tattoos. Yet another stereotype about who has tattoos! Also mentioned was health concerns, their addictive nature and about growing old.

After tutorial, it struck me how this relates to this weeks topic. The professor indicated that our current society wasn't faced with many changes but I believe that to be false. Much like the Victorians had to deal with a world of change in terms of inventions, our society is dealing with changes but in terms of societal perceptions. This blog will focus mainly on the aspect of tattoos and the misconceptions that surround them, but some other social anomalies have already been touched upon. One that was discussed was the change in the realm of sex, and gender and how we as a society are becoming more accepting and understanding of queer culture and all that comes along with it. However we don't offer the same consideration to people with tattoos which I find odd.

In recent years, an epidemic has swept across North America...the tattoo! Almost all young people desire to have one, and most actually go out a get one done. In spite of this trend, there are still a number of negative connotations that surround this art form and make it seem taboo. Society has a preconceived notion about the type of person that gets a tattoo. Typically those young men and women that are smart, well-educated and have what I will call a preppy image would definitely not be the type of person to get one. Its the thugs, gangsters and trouble makers that get them. Well wake up and smell the coffee society because most people that have a tattoo are not those 'bad' people!

Nevertheless, when a man has a visible tattoo(s), he is instantly pegged as bordering on being a menace to society, or he is in a gang, has done prison time, is a rebel without a cause, or some other horrible type of person. If a female has a tattoo, no matter where the darn thing is, she is seen as being unlady like. The tattoo itself is called grotesque and takes away from her purity. Its an array of colour on the skin for heaven's sake! So why do we label people with tattoos? They have merely elected to use their bodies as a form of self expression that doesn't hurt anyone else. Yet we slap them with a label to make ourselves feel better about the whole situation without actually taking the time to understand that person and the motivation for getting the tattoo. Just as an FYI: most tattoos are selected for a meaning, and aren't often done on a whim!

Most parents have a huge distaste for the whole tattoo culture or in their opinion the sweeping epidemic. They see them as horrible self-mutilations rather than the display of art that tattoos really are. My parents have threatened that if I ever got one that they would promptly take me to get it removed! I understand that they're from a different generation when tattoos weren't prevailent in their society, but regardless of what I've done to my body, I will always be their daughter. By putting an image on my body I haven't really changed that fact, just added to the beauty that is my body. Better yet they should be thankful that all I'm doing is putting ink on my skin! I could be doing a whole lot worse like drugs, being a prostitute or something of the like. But no, I've decided to do something that doesn't affect anyone but myself and they're against it.

Now with respect to my parents and their potential for meeting Eric and seeing his sleeve of tattoos...yes my father would jump to insane conclusions about him! I love my father but he's really not the most open minded person ever to walk the face of the earth, and I hazard that there are more parents out there like him. So even before Eric could open his mouth to say hello and make a verbal impression, my father would dislike him based solely on the fact that he has a number of tattoos. My father would be judging Eric solely on his physical appearance and nothing that he could say or do would change that because he has tattoos and must be just like the stereotypical person that gets them...good for nothing and not good enough to date his daughter. On my part, I would also receive the third degree for even thinking of bringing home someone like that...thanks for being open minded dad =)

People judge others based on appearance and there is no way of getting around that, it is a fact of human nature. But I just find it weird that we have learned to accept people's sexual orientation and that it has absolutely no bearing on who they are as a person, how they perform in the work place or interact with other members of society! Yet we don't offer that same type of consideration to someone with tattoos because lets be honest, whether or not I have one doesn't affect my work ethic or how I play nice with the other children in the sand box!

To me tattoos are a way of self-expression but in pictorial form. Isn't a picture supposed to tell a thousand words? Now what would have happened if poetry was looked at in the same way that tattooing is? Completely frowned upon by society, surrounded by negative ideas and forced to be kept a secret. We would be lacking things (works of art) that make the world more beautiful and pleasurable to the senses and humanity as a whole. Art is not meant to be suppressed but enjoyed by all without prejudice! So why can't we just roll with the punches like the Victorians did and accept tattoos for what they are...ART?!

sv

Monday, February 14, 2005

Ecstasy

Breathes so shallow they barely skim the surface
Ecstasy drifting higher from unknown crevices within
Pulsating to the beat of her lover's heart
Gripping tighter until the point of unbearable

Thoughts so distant they seem blank
Souls rising from the loins
Caressing the tenderest of her
Harmonized movement aimed at one goal...

Wanting him to get lost within her.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Romantics...again?!

So the Romantics...we're not really romantic in terms of love at all! What a poor choice of title for the group. Who came up with that anyway?!

I first encountered the Romantics back in high school, but was given no background information on them or why they wrote the way that they did. So I read Mary Shelly's Frankenstein, trying hopelessly to grapple the idea that the text was "romantic" in any way shape of form. Hmmm...creating a Mr. Potatoe Head type creature out of human parts = love and warm bunny feelings? I some how missed that link. Thanks Mr. Byron for the stellar background information, you're a champ!

I then had the pleasure of being properly introduced to them last year. I listened intently in lecture and was provided with the reasons that the Romantics wrote the way that they did, some of the common devices that they employed and shown who some of the great writers were of that time. Thanks Prof. Campbell for the proper introduction which has made me fall in love with the writing style of the Romantics!

Since everyone will probably be talking about Wordsworth, Blake or Keats and their poetry, I'm going to do something a bit different. First, I'm going to focus on Gothic Romance...haha take that Romanticism! Second I will be looking at the work of Ann Radcliff who was a gothic novelist...oh no not a novel! Damn I'm in a rebellious mood...oh well =)

The genre of Gothic Romance came about in the 18th century, and would portray great stories that would focus on horror, murder, or villainy. They were considered romance in the way that a character loved what she couldn't see; she loved whatever her imagination put forth for her. That overwhelming power of the imagination is critical because it is so strong that it takes over from logic. Some common conventions used were: untamed or barren wilderness, crumbling buildings, ghosts, young and beautiful heroes/heroines who must over come obstacles such as witches, the wilderness or even their own family.

So I've decided to lift a passage from page 104 of a Sicilian Romance, which is to me just so poetic though a piece of a novel. Let it be known that I have put the original text into the lines that you see here to make the text look more like a poem:

She followed the windings of a stream,
which was lost at some distance
amongst luxuriant groves of chestnut.
The rich colouring of evening glowed through the dark foliage,
which spreading a pensive gloom around, offered a scene
congenial to the present temper of her mind
and she entered the shades.
Her thoughts, afffected by the surrounding objects,
gradually sank into a pleasing and complacent melancholy,
and she was insensibly led on.
She still followed the course of the stream
to where the deep shades retired,
and the scene again opening to day, yeilded to her a view so various
and sublime, that she paused in thrilling and delightful wonder.
A group of wild and grotesque rocks rose in a semicircular form,
and their fantastic shapes exhibited Nature
in her most sublime an striking attitude.
Here her vast magnificence elevated
the mind of the beholder to enthusiasm.
Fancy caught the thrilling sensation,
and at her touch the towering steeps became shaded
with unreal glooms; the caves more darkly frowned -
the projecting cliffs assumed a more terrific aspect,
and the overhanging shrubs waved to the gale in deeper murmurs.
The scene inspired madame with reverential awe
and her thoughts involuntarily rose,
'from Nature up to Nature's God.'

How can I not consider that poetry? Ok granted there is no definite rhyme pattern, nor is there any meter to the lines, but those aren't the only things that constitute a poem. Look at the language that Radcliffe utilizes to create her scene... foliage, pensive, grotesque, sublime or murmurs. Words like that just scream out to be part of a poem and help recreate the image of the scene within my mind's eye.

Any thoughts...
sv