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~rasputina~

06-23-2004, 01:00 AM

just a small question how old are you? it's a great (almost epic...) poem, i liked especially the allusion to Horace. However I dont think it ties up enough at the end and it neglects the (what I think) large theme of Winston actually wanting to DIE for Big Brother, loving big brother so much. the end of ur poem basically says, "that's what i used to do, i dont do it anymore". it says disgrace, yes, but doesnt accentuate the 180 that winston did in the book. other than that i love the poem; length and content. thank you for posting it.. sincerly, an EG (and GO) fan

Sohrab

03-21-2005, 02:50 PM

Brilliant poem, man. Big Brother can HAVE my email address! I just thought of the possibility of creating separate identities with separate email addresses, though I have never gone into it. I will do it tonight. From now on, I will be the unknown. Big Brother will never go away; can you become lighter smaller faster like a whisper?

DC Whitehall

05-24-2005, 06:07 PM

By DC Whitehall Nineteeneightyfear. The party knows everything And now I’m awful at math And I stare in awe at a faceless king While I suffer his Loving wrath. I live in squalidly flawless Oceania And know of thinking, an outlawed antique Swimming lost in a sea of voiceless mania I fear the future of what will be Newspeak. I am denied expression of individuality I am denied free thought I am denied illicit sexuality For which all, I am caught. In Emmanuel Goldstein's book I find comfort But know that such is only ephemeral For it is rebellious thoughts I support Knowing all hope is surely decimal. In fair Julia I found thoughts not harbored And love for her found me stronger still In her a trust in a fighting comrade was sheltered Not to mention an unlawful thrill. But fate tears the tether that binds humans together And in O’Brien I discovered a coarse façade In him I finally saw the hater, the butcher For which he is denied the kingdom of God. Hated technology When in this course of human events For which government owes an apology We the people, hold our privacy as evident. Doublethink is a crime That we do not commit While they drink souls and wine It is incarceration we unknowingly permit. I frequent the Ministry of Truth Hence I know very well the worth of letters I change freely the verity of records As I breed premature alzheimers. While we should be endowed some rights I ponder over what is life and liberty As I stay up lawlessly writing cold nights What is happiness in this political purgatory. Now I’d sell all my pity for a bit of gin Since to me it is this drink They assign And I’d drink to my worries all over again And trade all my glory for a spot of wine. But choices are a luxury I now not know Since dreaded three words heard And before this of course I knew the throe Since notions of secrecy were at best absurd. I was immersed in a corrupt celestial light I had anticipated something less dire I wrote same four words a score that night And I am here for my mind’s desire. Love is lost so closely far away So I helplessly scream out her name In a passionate fit of agony, my sanity did stray Yet being locked here I must abstain. Obscured months pass like hours and my mind breaks As my Brother has found out my worst fear My spirit is broken, my body aches And I wish it upon my dear. I become aware under the Chestnut Tree Café Where the dismissd go to think Calmly I enjoy my victory gin today Not finding it a misnamed drink. I feel happy and I feel safe With powerful eyes draping over me As I recall less happy days as a waif I accept my brother now, expectedly. If I read the words now I would agree As inversely years ago I wouldn’t Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori (1) But since I don’t read, both couldn’t. Don’t think, the year is now 2084 I find myself staring up upon the Lewdies’ feet And even these find no happiness anymore So seeking serenity I found my better retreat. (1):It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country(Horace)