The hour badly spent

erotic, some doggerel, cherry bomb, pretentious literary douchebag, ivory tower, creative underclass, tmi, hipsters can't love, american survey, euphemisms, fixating on sex, too pervey, may i get freudian for a moment, alan seeger, too ezrapoundeyNovember 20, 2008 5:54 pm

Proper study techniques

Among English majors — well, the fun ones, not  — there is an unspoken race to make sex the topic of conversation. Wednesday afternoon, in the process of reviewing for an impending exam, I found out that winning isn’t everything. Rhymes With Fairy and I discussed Alan Seeger’s poem, "I Have a Rendezvous With Death."

I have a rendezvous with Death    
At some disputed barricade,    
When Spring comes back with rustling shade    
And apple-blossoms fill the air—    
I have a rendezvous with Death            
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.    
It may be he shall take my hand    
And lead me into his dark land    
And close my eyes and quench my breath—    
It may be I shall pass him still.            
I have a rendezvous with Death    
On some scarred slope of battered hill    
When Spring comes round again this year    
And the first meadow-flowers appear.    
 
God knows ’twere better to be deep            
Pillowed in silk and scented down,    
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,    
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,    
Where hushed awakenings are dear …    
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death            
At midnight in some flaming town,    
When Spring trips north again this year,    
And I to my pledged word am true,    
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
It’s funny how even the most hipsterey among us can revert to being un-fun when someone else (it’s always me) wins the TMI game.

Pompous English Major: It’s a strangely erotic poem.  It’s written in the language of love, with sexual imagery. I think exaggerating the erotic with the valorisation of Death mocks Romantic ideals.
Rhymes With Fairy: Erotic? I don’t see it that way.
Pompous English Major: "Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep?" Come on. That’s clearly a wet dream.
Rhymes With Fairy: No! I don’t wanna look at the poem like that.
Pompous English Major: "I close my eyes and quench my breath." Come on. It’s an orgasm.
Rhymes With Fairy: Fine, you’re right.
Pompous English Major: Well, what do you think of it?
Rhymes With Fairy: I hate you. [ed. note: not really]
One more such victory will utterly undo me.

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the k-state collegian is just a fancy blog, too pervey, oedipal complexNovember 12, 2008 12:10 am

Collegian columnist wuvs his mommy

In "Parent-child relationships must change, ‘grow up’ as we become older," Chris Brotherton’s intense yearning never to leave the nipple of the maternal teat burns and burns. Can’t you feel it?

Though I have no experience as a parent, I find the idea of imparting knowledge to another person astounding. I have no doubt that parents find this a joyous and memorable time in their lives.

We were all children once and most of us grew up depending on our parents. However, what we might not realize is that our parents depend on us. We have depended on our parents to provide security, comfort, shelter and love, and in return, we have provided them with photo albums full of memories and emotional connections they cherish.

Rawr! So builds the oedipal excitement. Brotherton thinks he’s talking around his passion, draping it behind explanations like "This dependence on our parents changes in many ways as we grow up. As we gain a new identity apart from them during our adolescent years, we find this transition more natural than many parents do." He’s not fooling anyone though. There is only one true "transition;" a hyperlink to milfhunter.com.


Seeing our parents as friends can lessen the load of responsibility while maintaining separate and independent lives. Like friends of our own choosing, parents will be there for us regardless of how old we get.

I need a cigarette.

[K-State Collegian]

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science is whatever we want it to be, sex & violence, echo chamber of madness, hall of mirrors, just ewww, too perveyOctober 13, 2008 5:42 pm

Cop shows are not appropriate for children

While it’s cool that we have a program getting young girls interested in the hard sciences, I wonder if CSI was the right model to use. For one, have you ever seen that show? A tad grisly. Which, I get it: blood is just not such a huge deal. But the other thing usually is; in an interview at Salon, author Lisa Jean Moore expressed it this way:

These shows have semen as their very special guest star. The sperm gets billing above the dead woman’s body, which the sperm is sort of tossed out upon. In the transcripts for some of these shows, the discussion about the semen is actually longer than the discussion about the victim: how voluminous the man’s semen is, where it is in the room.

They use their goggles, turn off the light and there’s just sperm everywhere. You’re just like, "Wow! I didn’t know that was possible!"

There’s crazy scenarios where guys mix their sperm with ketchup and put it in the refrigerator.

I don’t know what junior high was like for you, but at my school there was one excessively hot girl who knew way more about semen than I did. She was so educational! Ah, the wonder years.

[Source: K-State Collegian]

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