Saturday, July 26, 2008

Words and Questions

Crashing wave, burning sun,
What awful wrongs have you done?
Am I aught but a chick whose time hath run?

If a molten clavier, sodden with sea salt,
Now begs forgiveness, and for the tides to halt,
What right have the strings to show a fault?
If the sand, baked with burning rays,
Should seek a refuge in less-travelled ways,
Would it truly be shielded from th' heavenly blaze?
Nay, fools, thus doth God your days conceive--
Follow the buzz of the Good Lady's weave--
Find the strand you must become in her hanging sleeve.
Crashing sun, burning wave,
What remnants of the past can I save?
Is it aught but a dank, overwebbèd cave?

You iron flowers of the modern age,
Are you there because you have a war to wage,
Or are you merely shelters for a passing sage?
You rumbling dragon of the cosmic woodland road,
Do you desire us lowly men to shoulder your load,
Or are you content with the gratitude I showed?
Say it not now, when I thirst for what you feel--
Wait rather until the bells at twilight peal--
Then may I perhaps learn at your hands what is real.
Thrashing wave, churning sun,
Why must you beat down on your faithful son?
You know it not yet, gods of old, but we are one.

Lil Mugi

Friday, July 25, 2008

high school part deux

I guess the kids who strive for both/neither smarts and/nor popularity are searching for something else: their true self. They are searching for happiness, which is basically only attainable once you've found your true self. It doesn't matter if you have 300 facebook friends and have had sex with nine different girls by the time you leave high school, nor does it matter if you got into Harvard, Yale and Princeton, if you aren't happy with yourself. It's fine to want to get into a good college, or want to have a lot of friends and be good at getting girls, but it's not fine if you need to have a lot of friends or need to get into a college ranked at a certain level in the US News rankings. Wanting transient things is fine, needing them is not.


high school

A really cursory glance at high school would tell you that most people strive for one or two of two things: smarts and popularity. One group of kids wants to get into a good college, and the other group wants to get drunk as much as possible and have fun. It's interesting to look at the kids who are in both groups, or in neither of them.


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

What my dad said to me the other day

will disappoint you


Tuesday, July 8, 2008


What did I expect to take pleasure in? Kicking people
When they are down, making sandwiches for Fat People,
Eating, irony. Instead,

I’ve been kissing people
When they are down, eating sandwiches meant for
Fat People, and just
Fat People.

Do I deserve to be cutting, now that I
Hold a knife in my hand and have sliced myself a spot among
Such indelicacies? My answer is a resound “no,” but
Maybe I’ve

Just made too many sandwiches.

La Returne de Lil Mugi

Perhaps all you dedicated readers are wondering why it's been so long since I've posted, and also why, when I finally do, it should come at 3:00 AM. Well, the only answer I can give to the first question is "pure sloth," seeing as this is the summer as I've been a senior in High School, and the only reason I have finally returned is that BODO pulled the 'blistering part of my soul from the ashes it had nearly hopelessly sunk into. Luckily, I think I've shaken most of them off by now.

The answer to the other question is, I feel a far more valid excuse, and I feel inexcusably pompous when I talk about this, but this is MY blog (and BODO and Bootsie's, of course), so I'll be pompous just this once. I'm posting so late because I spent the past three hours or so copying the 140 ingenious measures of the second movement of my piano concerto, which I finished today, from the original copy that I wrote by hand into this computer program called Finale Allegro whose trial version I have, although it's due to expire in seven days. Luckily, I finished the movement soon enough that I was able to do this, as well as create a sound file of it played by my computer's dog-awful digital orchestra, and I shall soon print an official copy to be kept in my secret stash with the official copy of the first movement.

Seriously though, I'm listening to it now, and I can tell that if it were played by real musicians, it might melt one or two hearts, but this computer rendering of it is disgusting. I want to get to sleep as soon as I can, but I feel compelled to liszt the reasons I can't stand the digital recording:

- the dynamic changes, while observed, are way too sudden
- the tempo moves forward with the regularity of a North Korean military platoon and shows about as much expression
- this is the worst one: it's almost as if the computer speakers' digital violin is sick or something. When the violins (particularly the first violins for some reason) have certain passages, the sound just flickers in a way that kind of kills any potential beauty. But I guess that's the price I pay for not having a hundred-odd musicians on call to test out my works.

All right, good night everybody. I would write a clever conclusion if I could think of one, but my eyelids and the skin beneath my eyeballs seem have grown magnets of opposite polarity that grow stronger by the second, so I've no choice but to sign off. Tschüßie.

Lil Mugi