Saturday, October 31, 2009

Thoughts in the Night

At nights when nightmares wake me

I lay and stare at the ceiling, thinking
Back to the times I went trick-or-treating
And some thoughts they leave me puzzled

To think about ghosts that drift and roam
Lonely souls without a home
Stripped of form, shape, or a grave
Devoid of thought or feeling

To think about monsters that lurk
With scaly skin and sinister smirks
Smell of flesh in foul breath
Behind the shadows, waiting

But what confuses me is trick or treat
Back in the days I was half my size
Those monsters, they'd fall at my feet—

But now my age has built its bars
Life does not fill my bag with sweets
And those monsters, perhaps they’ve left my existence, but
most likely become a part of me.

BY JULIE CHEN


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Used To

We used to lie
Under the same night sky
       Count the stars
              Share the laughs
Let our thoughts fly

We used to wander
Down pavement, through fields
       There was silence
              Not awkward
And the bruises would heal

We used to rock, and
Play air guitars
       Your crazy
              Got to me
Like the light from a star.

We used to stand side by side
Face the monsters together
       And braced
              Fought the battles
Just for one another
(See, I didn’t know
it wouldn't last forever.

Now I walk alone
On sidewalks, down halls
       And remember
              And wonder
If you needed me at all.


BY JULIE CHEN



Sunday, June 7, 2009

In Response to Ms. Harper



Ah, Loneliness 

BY KATELIN OFFORD HARPER

Ah Loneliness
How would I know
who I am
without you? 

Ah, Euphoria

BY JULIE CHEN

Ah Euphoria
Is it not
Hair growing back
On a bald man's head?


Monday, February 2, 2009

Carrie

Went to the library today and picked up Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser. It was amazing. I ended up watching the movie as well, because I'm the kind of person who always fantasizes about what book characters look like in real life! To be honest I'm also the kind of person who wishes they existed in real life too. Couldn't do that of course, so I'm deciding to imagine my encounter with one of the main characters. Here we go.



Interview with George Hurstwood

About the Interviewee

George Hurstwood is the manager of Fitzgerald and Moy’s, a reputable saloon in Chicago. He is a man of distinction: wealthy, classy, and refined. However, as his affection for his wife begins to deteriorate, he falls in love with Carrie Meeber, the beautiful mistress of a businessman named Drouet. He subsequently steals a large sum of money from a colleague and sacrifices his family, status and job to run away with Carrie to New York, where he marries Carrie but is forced to return the money to protect his reputation. When his business in New York fails, he declines into obscurity and Carrie leaves him to pursue a career on stage. As Carrie becomes a famous actress, Hurstwood becomes a homeless beggar and commits suicide.

<This interview occurs in Hurstwood’s shabby flat in New York City, shortly after Carrie leaves Hurstwood. >

Interviewer: Hello, Mr. Hurstwood. For your information sir, this interview is completely private.

Hurstwood: All right.

Interviewer: Thank you. A few months back there was an article published in the newspaper regarding your crime back in Chicago. Would you mind presenting you side of the story?

Hurstwood: You are talking about the one reporting my “stealing” from Fitzgerald and Moy’s, I suppose? Their safe was left open that day. I took out the money but the safe snapped shut while I was acknowledging the sum. I don’t know the password so I wasn’t able to put it back.

Interviewer: So you decided to take it.

Hurstwood: Well, I was going to be accused of taking it anyway. The safe was in my office. But at that time I was filing for divorce with my wife and all my property was under her name. I needed some money to get by.

Interviewer: And what did you do with the money?

Hurstwood: I had to return it. A detective came knocking at my door back in Montreal.

Interviewer: What were you doing in Montreal, Mr. Hurstwood?

Hurstwood: My Carrie and I escaped to Canada so we could get married.

Interviewer: You say, “escaped” like it was a mutual agreement. But according to my sources Carrie wasn't all too willing at the time.

Hurstwood: Yes, I lied to her that Drouet was hurt in a hospital outside of Chicago so she would board the train with me. She wouldn’t leave Drouet.

Interviewer: But you were confident she loved you.

Hurstwood: Oh, I was, very much so. She was quite certain of her love for me as well, she said so herself. She was simply a bit shocked after Drouet revealed to her my status as a married man.

Interviewer: Did you think you deserved her more than Drouet?

Hurstwood: Drouet is a charming man, but he is a shallow one. Those who know him well know he does not take any of his romance seriously. Carrie is a smart woman; she knows that. I thought I could provide her with much more.

Interviewer: But it’s not going so well is it? You’ve been unemployed here in New York for quite some time.

Hurstwood: Yes, well, it’s quite hard to find a job when you’ve got a criminal record. Even in another state, news still manages to spread. It’s quite a dramatic shift for me. You see, I used to be the manager of the best saloon in town. Now I’ve become a trolley driver. I got the job only because the worker’s have been going on strike. They think of me as a scab.

Interviewer: And Carrie doesn’t know this?

Hurstwood: I’ve never told her about the theft—she didn’t understand that that was the true reason I couldn’t find a decent job after all this time. She thought I was being lazy.

Interviewer: I see Carrie has left you.

Hurstwood: I have become a burden to her.

Interviewer: Do you regret what you’ve done?

Hurstwood: I was stuck in the moment. I was infatuated and thought I had nothing to lose. Now that I’ve lost everything, I realized I did. I’ve lost everything and now I’ve lost Carrie too.

Interviewer: What was it about Carrie that gave you courage to sacrifice everything?

Hurstwood: She had a sort of tenderness and empathy my wife never had, and at that time, it was what I desperately desired.

Interviewer: And that is all?

Hurstwood: She made me feel young. Her presence made me feel like the young man I was fifteen years ago. Without her I was alone. Nothing in my life was pleasurable or exciting; it was all work and worry with people who meant nothing to me.

Interviewer: But you had a family. Didn’t they mean something to you?

Hurstwood: My wife married me for my wealth. I provided her with the social statues she desired. As I’ve mentioned, she had all our property under her name and that is why I am in this state, now that we’re divorced.

Interviewer: And your children?

Hurstwood: My children have drifted apart from me. They respected me, but that’s about all the affection they had for me. They probably don’t want much to do with me now, after all that’s happened. They’ve got their own lives to handle.

Interviewer: What do you think the future will hold?

Hurstwood: I’ve always believed that it is useless to struggle against the tides of fate. I will go wherever time leads me, but I will continue searching for jobs to support myself. But my age is working against me, and I fear I will be trying in vain—

Interviewer: Do you worry about Carrie?

Hurstwood: She is still young. She will find a way to live.

<End>

By Julie Chen