next to the toffee tree

::disclaimer: if you don’t know that ‘julia’ is my guitar, you might get a little confused:: 

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i thought it right to finish what i started.

i began last week with an intemperate description of my intemperate mind as i struggled to complete an essay on things fall apart by chinua achebe. i believe this was the first book that i ever read twice. the book was: powerful, beautiful, purposeful and original — everything that my essay was not. thus, i had a conversation with sheryllee, my publishing partner, as i frantically searched for a muse in my life’s madness;

my pierides hiding in the lumpy pasture of my mind.

i let you, my readership, travel with me on this journey of writing an essay – four conversations, all containing a music video. hawksely workman to sufjan stevens to new buffalo and now david cairns. yet the piece of music and accompanying video might need some explanation.

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i had an epic week. on tuesday i went to see matt costa and delta spirit at the starlite room. both acts were extremely good and the show finished around midnight. since i had been writing in circles for the past few days, when i arrived at home i decided to continue my weariness. this writing came hard at first, but by five in the morning the words were pouring out of me in torrents of genius. i lie – well, just the last line. no torrents of genius ever came.

it was a gritty boxing match. sticky blood and salty sweat covering the titans, as they battle for hours, in the name of vainity.

the final essay was not overly powerful, but thick with tension. not unspeakably beautiful but attractive by adventure. not purposeful, no, not at all – but it was original. it was a battle field and after a night of toil…here comes the sun.  

the sun coming up on the end of the calamity, no remeinance of pure redemption, none. only the physical glimmer of the morning sun on the green parts of the grass that make us wonder about some moving on.

i came to this fairytaleish-civil-war-sunrise after a i had hammered out a solid draft. i then picked up my julia and decided to let her weigh in on the morning.

so there we were: me, julia, sheryllee, and God in the morning.

julia’s voice filled the basement as the essay lay on the table, and after many hours of correcting and editing i would hand it into my teacher the next day.

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also included in my epic week was me, running out of groceries and eating pierogis for three meals in a row. just pierogis. did i mention that i didn’t sleep for about 40 hours straight, due to the fact that i decided to go to school after staying up all night? but after stumbling my way from february 11th to 15th, i loaded a irresponsibly packed bag into 1993 toyota carolla and headed for the mountains, which are an essay from God (if you will accept it): powerful, beautiful, purposeful and original.

in His essay i glimpse an end to such calamity and the beggining of a pure redemption.    

::just in case your wondering about the music, its only julia, one time. she is just that beautiful, and if i could actually speak to her more properly, that symphony you hear behind her, might be a little more orderly. a little less ‘drunken men in tuxedos shammering symbols together at the wrong times and their tangy bows bearing down on mediocre chords’. but the music’s undercurrent is laced with some notes of shear brilliance, rising up on sturdy legs…finding their begining deep in julia’s sides::