I'm Staying Lost

This is my small humble attempt to pay tribute to the experience that is "Lost." I'll ponder why I like it, WTF moments, go off on tangents, or just plain have fun! Come get lost with me!

Friday, November 25, 2005

Okay, one more and I'll stop!



Jin

I use my language
he is my friend
he shows a raw bitter heart
you hit with the rock
one weak moment
they whisper

This was literally pulled out of the box after re-watching "Collision." What do you think?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

How about some inspired poems?





This afternoon I got out my magnetic poetry kit, thought about the fact it is Wednesday, and this is what came out (the titles I added later based on who I imagined would say that):










Sun

my spring gown was purple
a luscious peach by the water
beauty moans









Kate

I see the moon
my bed is red petals
some dream of music together
but you and I lust after life
play only a moment with these
my friend is beneath me
one from two









Claire

please would you whisper of love
let eternity show a symphony
a delicate gift from your heart







Charlie

she is a mother
I play my music
honey could you only love me as a friend
stare at the sea
but never dream it's over
your visions tell me who you are


Yeah, yeah, I know - keep my day job, right?

Wait a minute . . I'm thinking, I'm thinking . .

I don't know about anybody else, but I have the sneaking suspicion that something is changing! By "something" I mean the way I think about and experience not just entertainment but almost everything I take in. For example, at work, I now pay much more attention to detail and catch errors in time to actually do something about them. I am remembering more too. Names and numbers used to elude me all the time. I don't remember perfectly but I seem to forget a lot less.

All of this is due to the self-inflicted training my brain has received by watching "Lost." Maybe someone finally got the idea that - once in a while - I want to be challenged. Maybe I finally got the message not to accept everything I see - or hear - at face value. Maybe we met in the middle somewhere. And that place is turning out to be a very wonderful place.