Oh, and I wrote this essay on 'ambition' Overlaid with generous dollops of Ayn Rand-ish ego, Ulyssesian (not that incomprehensible monument of our dear Dubliner) thunder, garnished all over with liberal amounts of convoluted phrasings and half-misunderstood truisms. To which you may add if you wish the seasonings of siestaic somnolence and the general torpid stupor which clogs the recalcitrant essayist during a board exam.
To which may be added the short-bread of laziness as slovenliness slops onto the saucer of apathy.
And now the monument of my 'ego' is in for repairs.
May I now include an extract from a fellow blogger . . . .
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Here's a little something that I wrote for school :
Starless night shall cover day.
Nirvana eludes us still
And all hope fades like light
From far Triangulum beyond the stars.
Noradrenaline floods our blodd,
Our minds are dulled to a faint throb.
We walk a crowded road,
We know not why we go.
Transhumanist ideal and xenophobic fear
Mix and meld in one foul broth.
We rush now to the event horizon of our destiny.
What lies before us now?
Some hellish canine to tear our hopes?
Some Ibola plague to burst our veins with despair?
Yet we flinch not!
There can be victory without sacrifice,
No triumph without loss, no interregnum before the end.
Fell deeds await; fire and slaughter!
Spear shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered,
A sore-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
We come singing in the sun, swords unsheathing!
To hope's end we ride and to heart's breaking!
See now the wormhole of hope,
Forth now, there's a last march remaining!
March beyond hope, beyond despair, beyond life, beyond death,
March now to our glory beyond the ending of the world!