Imported Poems

THESIS:

I have to submit a 15 page critical analysis paper in order to gain entrance to college, and since I have none hanging about the house, I must write it from scratch. The good news is --since it is not a requirement for a class - my possibilities are endless. I've decided to go with my passion for Byron and Wilde.

My basic belief (one I've had but decided to capitalize upon) is that Wilde is the second incarnation of Byron, figuratively speaking. Their lives, their work and their passions are eerily similiar. My delimma is how to go about doing it. There are so many approaches I could take: for instance, I could discuss Narcissicm/Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which is one aspect that caused the similiarity, or I could approach it from Romanticism, and discuss how Wilde's work demonstrated the same Romantic nature as Byrons, OR I could do both and come up with a very broad thesis - but how to link literary philosophy with psychological philosophy? Then, should I cover both their lives and work, or just one of the other? This could easily be a doctorate dissertation if I let it.

So, to all you geniuses out there (yes, all of you are quite brilliant; of that I am sure) any suggestions or ideas would be greatly appreciated.

THEORY:

Question: How do two people of same stock, with the same IQ (within two points of each other) end up with radically different math scores? OR, more specifically, how did my brother, whose IQ is two points below mine, get 630 in math, while I burst precious brain cells for my 420?

Hypothesis 1: My brother took the GRE fresh out of college - math was only a year or two in the past. I took the GRE 15 years out of college. Math was ( I only took 1 math course in college, freshman year, and it was "Math Fundamentals") a good 19 years in the past.

Hypothesis 2: The nature of the mathmatical mind and creative mind are diametrically opposed, or rather, mutually exclusive. If math is defined as "within limits" then creativity can be defined as "without them". The mathmatical hemisphere of the brain works within established perameters, testing them for validity, where answers are in terms of the absolute. The imaginative hemisphere, on the other hand, works outside established perameters, explores possibilities, in a dynamic, transforming world, where every ephemeral, evanescent thought makes way for new insight, new ideas. While I cannot say they are absolutely exclusive of one another (after all, my mind isn't comfortable with such absolutes (-, I can say I believe they are, except in the mind of God, whose omniscence allows for paradoxical realities.

The evidence: my brother hasn't a single inclination to be creative or a bone with which to do so. He can't dance, doesn't write or paint, etc, and he admitted to me a few days ago (when I sent him some of my poetry) that he has never been able to understand poetry; it's all nonsense to him. He's one of those cerebral intellectual types, stuck in the world of theory and knowledge - very, very intelligent, but without imagination.

It'd be interesting to see what a broad study of this topic would turn up.

PICTURES:

I'm not going to post any of myself, because 1) It requires me to shuffle through boxes of junk and then go to K-Mart to scan, and I am too lazy 2) I was really a beautiful child, and then something tragic happened and now I look like this. If you don't see any pictures, you won't know any differently.


However, I will do something here I would never do elsewhere: post baby pictures of my two favorite people, one being my most favoritest person on the planet.

My general rule is to never post pictures of my son anywhere to protect my child from molesters and consequently myself from having to torture and kill another human being. But you guys don't strike me as fruity looney-tune types:

This is my baby bumblebee butt (that's his sobriquet)





And if my son looked like this at age 11, I swear I would throw a chastity belt on him and lock him indoors to protect him from all the pedophiles who would undoubtedly be hanging around, waiting for him in the bushes:



Yeah, that would be Orlando.