Neil Hester

All poems © Neil Hester unless otherwritten

Location: North Carolina, United States

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Stevensian Austin

I'm heading to Austin for UIL State Competition for choir and orchestra, so I'll be out for a few days. I apologize for not doing this entry earlier; I intended on making a more elaborate entry a bit sooner in the week, but never got to it. Of course, we all know what to do when pressed for time:


Yellow Afternoon

It was in the earth only
That he was at the bottom of things
And of himself. There he could say
Of this I am, this is the patriarch,
This it is that answers when I ask,
This is the mute, the final sculpture
Around which silence lies on silence.
This repose alike in springtime
And, arbored and bronzed, in autumn.

He said I had this that I could love,
As one loves visible and responsive peace,
As one loves one’s own being,
As one loves that which is the end
And must be loved, as one loves that
Of which one is a part as in a unity,
A unity that is the life one loves,
So that one lives all the lives that comprise it
As the life of the fatal unity of war.

Everything comes to him
From the middle of his field. The odor
Of earth penetrates more deeply than any word.
There he touches his being. There as he is
He is. The thought that he had found all this
Among me, in a woman- she caught his breath-
But he came back as one comes back from the sun
To lie on ones bed in the dark, close to a face
Without eyes or mouth, that looks at one and speaks.

By Wallace Stevens


Have fun with that. Take care 'til next,


Sunday, May 20, 2007


Sites: quite a few interesting articles have popped up in the last couple weeks. Sir Poe and The Up Series from Jess (after reading the latter, I absolutely have to watch it this summer); Does the Audience Matter? 5, Ideas of the Artist: the Standard Models, and Taliesin (I enjoyed this entry quite a lot) from Art; and The ULA vs. Cosmoetica from Anthony. And now, a word on sight...


Loosely Laced

Glassless watching: this and that
Are almost one. Blended room
That says: “You shouldn’t scat
With me!”: I differ when I say,
“You are with a better tune
Without your huffy face!”

Even the slums are beautiful
Like this. They almost mock
The other side, with its cruel-
Set corsets and urbane ways;
The ladies find it hard to walk.
You look better without the lace.


I sincerely hope that everyone reading this begins losing their eyesight at some point in life (perhaps at an older age). Sure, great eyesight is convenient; no glasses or contacts needed. Quite frankly, though, such a "blessed" person is missing out on an entire different perspective on everything around them. With bad eyesight, colors blur, objects undergo an abstraction of sorts, and crowds of people become impressionistic. Also, a lack of acute visual interpretation can free one from distractions. It may seem strange to regard such a deficiency as positive, but recently, I've been inclined to spend some time with my glasses off; the stained glass and other architecture at church is nice without lines, and street lights flare up to around three times their size. It's quite pleasant, really. Or maybe I'm just too optimistic. Eh~

Take Care,

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Um... KFC, Anyone?

KFC Combo FAQ v1!



'Your name is Rumpelstiltskin!' cried
The Queen. 'It's not,' he lied. 'I lied
The time you heard me say it was.'
'I never heard you. It's a guess,'

She lied. He lied.: 'My name is Zed.'
She told the truth: 'You're turning red,
Zed.' He said: 'That's not my name!'
'You're turning red though, all the same.'

'Liar!' he cried: 'I'm turning blue.'
And this was absolutely true
And then he tore himself in two
As liars tend to have to do.

By Glyn Maxwell


*runs away*

Take Care,

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

This Is Why I'm Savvy

Firstly, I'd like to address a poor choice of examples a couple posts back. I meant to do this earlier, but it slipped my mind until now; here ya go. Basically, my examples of cliché were too general, so I did edit in some better examples at the bottom. Thanks for keeping me in check, Jess. Speaking of Jess, she and Dan have positions as book editors at Monsters and Critics; check out her blog for more on that. From Art, Multi-(Tasking, Media, Directional) 2.

This goes in a separate paragraph because I think it deserves such: This is Why I'm Hot has been reviewed at Village Voice. Classic. Now, for your pleasure:



Knowing (as John did) nothing of the way
men act when men are roused from lethargy.
and having nothing (as John had) to say
to those he saw were starving just as he

starved, John was like a workhorse. Day by day
he saw his sweat cement the granite tower
(the edifice his bone had built), to stay
listless as ever, older every hour.

John's deathbed is a curious affair:
the posts are made of bone, the spring of nerves,
the mattress bleeding flesh. Infinite air,
compressed from dizzy altitudes, now serves

his skullface as a pillow. Overhead
a vulture leers in solemn mockery,
knowing what John had never known: that dead
workers are dead before they cease to be.

By Edwin Rolfe


"Rolfe". Makes me think of Rowlf the Dog from The Muppet Show; he wrote some poetry here and there ^^ Anyhow...

Take Care,

Tuesday, May 01, 2007


"Note: I'm having technical difficulties; hopefully this post will be up tomorrow."

"Technical difficulties, eh? I can't say I believe you, Neil... I think you just got really busy."

"Or lazy."

"Or both."



Well, here we are; it's May! For me, it means the last month of school (thank goodness), but let's look at some Mayfacts on a larger scale:


  • The month may have been named for the Greek goddess Maia, who was identified with the Roman goddess of fertility, Bona Dea, whose festival was held in May.
  • In Japan, there is a so-called May sickness, where new students or workers start to be tired of their new schoolwork or jobs. (In Japan schoolyears and fiscal years start on April 1st).
  • In Germany it is an old custom to plant a "tree of May" to honor someone. Often young men set up an adorned birch in front of their girlfriends house in the night before May 1.
  • May 4th is Star Wars Day (May the 4th be with you).
  • May's is the nightingale; May's birthstone is the emerald.
  • In Slovene, it is called veliki traven, which means the month of high grass.


~And the couplet:


May Be

May be pleasant, maybe gay,
May’s a girl, so who can say?


Cashing in on the whole "April-May-June-Autumn-Summer-female" dealie. Anyhow, I've been rather busy with a bunch of end-of-year projects, talent show jazz, and choir practice, but I'll try to post as scheduled. Take care 'til next,