thank you for visiting and warmest welcome. This is a personal journal blog of a guy from the Chi (that’s the nickname some Chicagoans have placed upon it). I’m spike, my pen name currently.
No, it’s not named after the animé character spike spiegel, it was given to me by a guy named Don. An older gentleman regular who frequented a college divebar I used to go to back when I was a young know nothing bad boy who enjoyed shooting pool and drinking el’cheapo beer. Even though I never really fit into tha scene, my friends often invited me to a off the beaten path dive, many of which exist throughout the city. All of which I found particular dull and perfectly boring. anyway Don as he was called would always have these stories to tell, and I being a writer at heart was also a voracious reader so naturally I listened and so few could arrest my short attention span, unless it was a cute girl I was trying to persuade I was the best she could ever hope to get in the city of hot air (and, at the time this wasn’t really a conceit as it was stating the obvious).
Ironically nuff, spike spiegel also practiced jeet kune do, which I also practice. I’ve always been a minimalist at heart and the customized, individual minimal martial art appealed to me. It was science based, not based on flashiness or brute strength.
I’m here in a wintry wonderland, the city of big shoulders which I will soon leave behind. It’s become an abysmal mecca full of violence, corruption, and unbearable cost of living. The corrupt have made it uninhabitable and now I’m moving to where my fam has migrated to. Next stop is North Carolina, the promised land. The only trick is to find myself a job and hopefully that will happen sooner rather than later.
This is as I’ve stated a personal blog, and with it come personal thoughts, personal details, personal reflections and other things that originate from ME and no other being or entity. If anybody happens to be personally hurt, offended, emo over what I’ve written and the voice by which I’ve written it, I’ve only one thing to say to you :
GROW SOME THICKER SKIN AND DEAL WITH IT.
Especially since I’m not the type to go out of my way to offend or hurt others. Annoy, aggrivate, irritate unintentionally time to time with my crazy antics, sure.…why not ? Have a little fun now and again. Yet I’m someone who adheres to a code of honor and ethics, and personal respect. I’ve grown up with a southern belle for a mother, and southerners are a bit more stringent toward ettiquette and manners.
That, and I’m the son of the James Bond of all Asians, my dad whose Korean. Hence the predominantly noticeable asian features. Some people misconstrue me as being Fillipino time to time, like I’m some kind of Fillipino celebrity or male model. I potentially could be, I was in the Fillipino club during highschool.
These days I’m focusing on my writing, and poetry too which is included obviously. Yet poetry is so subjective, and I am really truly inspired with the rise of the horrid instapoet phenom in which untalented non poetry poetry is written for, and by people who found actual poetry too out there, too pretentious, far fetched, whatever the reason you can fill in the blank. I found it to be a very crazy phenom, on one hand you had really untalented non poets passing themselves off as poets and writing trash that was like journal entries of a high school dropout. Who writes about love interests who either forgot about you or nothing came of it ? Stalkers and obsessive individuals that required emotional therapy (Rupi Kaur + Lang Leav are the chief among these).
On the other hand, the world of poetry HAS been ironclad by a chassity belt placed there by overly white stuffy types who are kind of wierd, pretentious, and snobby. Like one required a PHD or to be a member of mensa to love, write, and appreciate it. It’s not that beyond the reach of common men. So while I personally found the terrible works with titles such as Sea of Strangers or Milk & Honey both distasteful and hillarious in a sense akin to a Mystery Science Theater 3000 film, it’s more baffling that these were the kinds of work that brought down the proverbial walls of Jericho. In this is a great inspiration. For next to these Instagram born darlings I felt myself like a Pulitzer prize winner. The world might be fixated and forgiven for its ignorance and disinterest in poetry, even regarding these overnight successes as credible and “smart” 🙂 those with half a sense of taste and literary taste know better probably wondering themselves why they aren’t insanely wealthy millionaires also.
So I’m here now, writing, my thing, my eternal sunshine of the spotted mind. Sometimes I’m reminiscing about times I only thought I’d forgotten about, or books read and songs listened to over and over…places are important, places in my life’s browser history. #Nostalgist is part of the writer’s thought life, remembering where you were, who you were and how you’ve changed since. As for myself ? I don’t think we change in the fashion many think, which is eliminating a detail or fifty, adding/subtracting from our ever mutating list of particulars, but rather each of us becomes more of who we are and how we wish to actualize that internal model we think is our better incarntion.
Yet I’ve long ago abandoned such convoluted notions, God has the answers to the mystery of me. If I take myself out of the equation and let him do the driving I might actually get to see how far the rabbit hole does go.
Stay tuned for more my friends.