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  1. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    Night's Truth is just precious. Jose.
  2. Who are the Goths?

    Though I was never able to become good friends with "Goths", there are some characteristics I've observed, which I have admired in some that I have met. They are usually more sensitive and emotionally receptive than most people I met at the time. They were highly intelligent, fast and quick. They are more accepting of your "freakiness". Ability in the job they are in. Artistic is the other. Some negatives I've observed are moral relativism, a militant attitude to dress, subjectivism in art, a fear and hostility toward the world. And of course, being fans of Marilyn Manson. This is just from a handful of them that I've met over the last ten years or so. Jose Gainza
  3. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    Brian: I've enjoyed all your last poems, though hardly time to comment. I'm glad you're so prolific and "contemporary". The General's Song--I hope you don't take this as an insult--would make a great popular anthem, in my opinion, i.e., with a jazzy-hip-hop music style, and a very talented performer. I sense also that therefore there can be room for a chorus that can allow fans to chant along, besides the last line. And so, the whole poem can be expanded, no? Just imagine it were to become poplular and the look on Bush's face. (Obviously that's just a fringe benefit). That's my criticism in a genuine benevolent spirit. Jose Gainza.
  4. Life and Values

    There are two types of evil men that I can imagine. Both men will hold my notes on Atlas Shrugged for my doctorate dissertation over the water, while another stranger man is drowning, after he has pushed the drowning man in the water, and asks me to choose. One man doesn't know that I can possibly choose the notes; and the other knows how important the notes are to me. Either way, I choose the notes. And though I care very little for animals, if in some bizarro world I came to love a pet that much, I would choose the pet. And speaking poetically now, I would execute the man who stole the manuscript and burned my magnum opus. And here's a bizarre example: I'm in love with this girl, who seems like a pet, because her devotion seems exaggerated, and she gets all excited and runs to me when she sees me, so much so it is embarassing to me. But I would be with her if it wasn't for my rich father who claims that he will die of a heart attack and shame if I dare to be with a woman so ridiculous and of low stature--and I believe him. If I choose the girl, I will kill my father; if I choose my father, I will kill the girl of a broken heart. I would choose the girl. Jose Gainza.
  5. Physical expression of anger

    Thank you. But as of yet I am not willing to share my example(s). But I have experienced this. I have reacted in such way. Also I have had others react in such way. Also, many times that reaction was uncalled for. However, when it is, it is certainly warranted and beneficial to the organization. Jose.
  6. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    These made me cry too and I'm not sure what the cause is, whether it is what my soul needs, or what my feeling is for being an Uncle of such an innocent creature. But thank you either way, for there are so few people who can express what many of us need to hear and thus feel. Thanks Brian, Jose.
  7. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    I love this poem. Perhaps, it is the new life that has come into my life that has made me teary. But it does speak to something in me that wants to be spoken to, as we all on this forum, except those who have felt it and known it, may or may not want it spoken thusly. Jose.
  8. I will share my writings with this forum

    My brother had a baby girl last night, Valeria Victoria. I mean, he didn't, his wife did. However, I got the idea for this poem a couple days before when it finally hit me that Summer is here, my beloved Summer, which is something special up here in Toronto, for those of you who live in California. Then while writing this short simple poem, I had my new niece in mind. Don't ask how beautiful she is because I still need to meet her. But we all know she's going to be a goddess. Summer, you're here! Oh, I've missed you, Summer, Waiting all my life it seems. This past winter was the best so far, Borne and hardly suffered, Coz of your warmth inside of me, Your spirit waiting to break free. The spring has past and you advent. You feel so normal just beginning. I vow to make the most of you. -------------- Now this poem is better. Perhaps my niece can use it on her future wedding day. Or maybe she'll be a writer herself. TODAY'S LINE Today, today I want to reach the final line. I want to reach the end. I want the sun's close caress, As I stand here on the crest, Far horizon of my youth. Today, today I want to ride the final line. Take me to my highest joy. Let me drive you for a trip. Take me to your engine room. Let your throttle heed my will. Today, today I want to near the final line But never get too close. I want to feel the killing thrill But never my flatline, Coz your ecstasy can kill. Today, today I want to write the final line That will make you come so close. I want the climax to seem real, And take you to a better world, By my tale complete. Today, today I want to say the final line That will make you trust in me. I'll say you're tied to every word, But mostly to "eternity", Symbol of my life with you. ----------- Jose Gainza.
  9. Developing a plot-theme

    Ex-O'ist: Here's a link to Edgar Poe's review of Hawthorne's Twice Told Tales, which I find helpful. Also at the bottom of the page you will see a link to his "philosophy of Composition". It might help: http://pages.prodigy.net/krtq73aa/tales.htm A little note on plot-theme: It's the central conflict of the story. Either whose against who and what value against what value; or a man against himself; or a man against the physical world. Think of the plot-theme in this way: it has to be a point in time in the story where this central conflict is revealed. An action event that will lead the reader to see it. So, all material before should be leading up to the revelation. It's best to do it with action and dialogue. But in a short story it can be very difficult. So start with just describing through narration of the character(s)'s moral premise, at the beginning, and then write the action that will be interesting because it either supports and counter's that beginning moral premise. Upon editing you should be able to begin to show actions that express a certain moral outlook. But Poe's analysis is very helpful at least to get a story on paper. You have a goal--now write to get there! You can always beautify your story upon editing. It's only a short story. For me now, often when writing a short story, the outline is just there, so that I don't even have to see it. I know where I'm going and the story seems to write itself. It's only a short story, you can mould, re-mould it, and revise it as you wish. But check out Poe. Sincerely, Jose Gainza.
  10. Beautiful Women and Men

    Here's Juliet Prowse. I just discovered her throught The Frank Sinatra Collection. She looks better on film. And she's a great dancer.
  11. Beautiful Women and Men

    Actually, this is why I haven't watched prison break since the beginning. Yes, he looks very rough. But actually the character he plays is a genius. He's romantic too. It's the situation he finds himself in that makes him be rough. But the reason he is in prison is so moving. When his mother died he thought she left him her life insurance. But it is not true; his brother took out a loan and told him it was from his mother. And subsequently he thinks that his brother is a loser and deadbeat. But then he is told the truth after his brother goes to jail. Now he must help his brother who previously gave up so much for him. And Miller went to Princeton, so at least there's hope that he's an intellectual. There more I learn about this guy and watch him, the more I like him. Jose Gainza.
  12. Beautiful Women and Men

    No, this is not true, at least according to Ayn Rand's description of him. Benjamin Bratt, or Lou Diamond Philips, or Myself, have too much Indian. I don't think Francisco has any Indian whatsoever. She describes him as Latin but as the Roman Latin versus southamerican Latin, so that his ancestry is white-Spaniard. Argentina was a place that many Italians immigrated to. Also, at first Ayn Rand wanted him to be Italian, with Francesco, versus Francisco. It is not uncommon in Latin America to find people who have no native or African race. (I however have all of them I think). If one uses one's imagination one can with a make-up artist give Mr. Miller a more heated, latin look. The tatoo definately must go. Jose Gainza.
  13. Beautiful Women and Men

    I must agree. I nominate Wentworth Miller as the new Francisco D'Anconia. I no longer think that Jude Law shall be Francisco. I just started watching Prison Break and am really enjoying it. As for women, Juliette Prowse, from Can Can with Sinatra.
  14. Great poems by the masters

    This one was so beautiful (as are some of your own most recently) but this one fits my context right now so well. It is what I wanted to hear ... from someone I know ... and it "confirms" an amazing! suspicion that I've had for quite some time. No, you have not advanced my advocacy of the arbitrary but you have allowed me a certain emotion that I have been needing to feel for so long. Thanks very much. Jose.
  15. I will share my writings with this forum

    I was thinking and found that a better title for the last poem is LET IT REIGN. It is so obvious but I missed it when I posted it. Enjoy, Jose Gainza.
  16. I will share my writings with this forum

    REIGN HERE AND NOW By Jose Gainza Let existence reign over mind no matter what is said and done, what they think and wish… “…That sacred pearl past where there is no more.” Let nature reign through its recalcitrant rules, by the way it has to move, the way it has to stop… “…That place, that force, that law of ours.” Let Earth reign majestic as the planet better than all we know, than all we even wish… “…That wondrous paradise if we make it so.” Let man reign triumphant past all duels within himself, versus his foes, smiling from the top… “…That blessed child born to be a Man.” Let reason reign as the loftiest animal spirit, Architect for senses, craning past the puzzles… “…That grand dynamo when logic is well-learned.” Let Freedom reign as the arena of thought, the divan of mirth, and the bastion of our truth… “…That condition as oxygen for our soul.” Let justice reign bought by the will we writ, when the killer’s killed, and the Maker giggles… “…That blade to peel the fruit or axe the head.” Let joy reign strong coz of the acts we ought, by reason confirmed, and felt since our youth… “…That feeling we win that turns ever-present.” Let truth reign real in the contest of fame, Deception banished and scorned … Hail to truth… “…That sphere that we toil into.” Let gold reign bright as the standard of New, as the backer of cash, as the ring of my love… “…That peaceful blow turned into a caress.” Let taxes reign strong as the quintessence of blame, As the fuel of sloth, the stab at Rights, the damner of youth… “That concept that must reach the majority-minds.” Let Roark reign strong upon high with his view, with his peaceful reward, the kiss of the dove. “That hero who first returned us our code.”
  17. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    My mind can work in such a way that much of what I read, I can read into it a connotation of a certain type of "dancing". This one certainly provides me with that connotation, so that it would be perfect to read to one's beloved on Valentine's Day--if you know what I mean. It was nice. Jose Gainza.
  18. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    Short but O so sweet. I get every line. So there is not much more to say. The Christian maxims you choose and their antagonism is quite powerful. Thanks. Jose Gainza.
  19. I will share my writings with this forum

    It would have been Ayn Rand's 101st birthday today. I wrote this poem today in tribute of her life. My first ever about her explicitly. COPYRIGHT © 2006. JOSE GAINZA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. AYN RAND 101 By Jose Gainza I felt one day the gift that you could bring. I fell one day from the cloud that I was in, As you struck me like a lightning bolted sting, Plucked me from the fog that blocked my sin. I was raindrops, tear drops, tears of joy … I grew wings, floated, fluttered back to earth, To find the promise of your love and not a ploy, For the force bubbling in me where is mirth. There was the promise of a healthy happiness, There, the esteem, though hiding, of my mind, And liberty was the beacon to my bliss, And gold became a product of my reasoned selfishness. I do know why I love you like I do— I do know why and it’s true. I do know why you thrill me like you do— I do know why and you too. Yes, you love me to the range that I’m a man, Though, you left our world in nineteen eighty-two. Yes, you graced us with a gift of worldly span For every able minded will to learn it too. In Howard Roark bestowed was your “religion”, Despite a world that would surely call you Sin: The independence of a man to his good vision, And integrity to create the world that you can win. With Dominique you alienated heaven, A realm on earth where mirth is felt alone; A work of self-esteem branding earthly heaven; A joy persists despite her melancholy drone. I do know why I love you like I do— I do know why and it’s true. I do know why you thrill me like you do— I do know why and you too. It was the promise of Francisco very soon, Those early pages of a boy, a prodigy, The money-maker and the boy with silver spoon, Who caught me to your rebirth poetry. “Atlas Shrugged changed my life,” so often said. The promise-wish of sages past with Galt became fulfilled: A perfect moral man made real—though not dead. Thus the John Galt line is mine; this be my guild. I saw a world where happiness is real. I knew for sure how needed is the mind; I felt the innocence to feel a self-love real; I learned money was the best way to be greedy but so kind. I do know why I love you like I do— I do know why and it’s true. I do know why you thrill me like you do— I do know why and you too. Though now you lay still in your plotted ground, One aspect of your spirit I will always keep In my mind, as a function, guiding me around: The gem of “plot” to plunge into the thrilling deep. I know of causes of some ocean voyages. I know the fountainhead of dwellings tall. To lose Roxanne I know the vital series. I know the reason why New York was lost to all. I know conflict at the core of man’s excitement. I know how cool it is to watch the stakes grow high. To clash opposing values is a magnet-merriment, And to bang inside of men is an explosion in the sky. I do know why I love you like I do— I do know why and it’s true. I do know why you thrill me like you do— I do know why and you too. Even more than the fact that we exist, Of value is to me is how you think. To think and know men freely must persist, Straight ahead and not falling from the brink. I need not pray for a model far away, Too far, even further than Plato’s silly dream To know the things before me that can’t stay Coz they stay but only by a common seam. And by contrast to near like things Our concepts glow with a solid essence, As they are chained to earth by single things, And open the universe to common sense. I do know why I love you like I do— I do know why and it’s true. I do know why you thrill me like you do— I do know why and you too.
  20. I will share my writings with this forum

    The Metaphysics Of Love BY JOSE GAINZA It would be nice if when one is twenty something, When one actively questions faith, And becomes committed to, “a thing is a thing”— Because this is all one can taketh— That one can meet somebody new. When the horror begins before the call To lay oneself before their alters. When their “adventure” seems a great fall, And your step now hardly falters, You will need someone ringing true. When you find you are no longer flawed And your former heroes are now gone, But your family and friends still have you clawed. And you hardly find yourself turned on, You need that liberating beauty among the few. When you’re happy in your work but find That still there is longing to be quenched, There are no long regrets left behind, But lessons learned and problems breached, One will come pledging to prove your value.
  21. I will share my writings with this forum

    Thanks Brian. Your compliments are always appreciated. I chose to post this poem here now, though it was written almost a year ago, because I was reading a collection of my poetry that I just compiled, and found again the flow of this particular poem, and realized that it is indeed a front-runner for one of my best, as it is eloquently intellectual, and the style appropriate to my theme intention. I plan on beginning to gather up the courage to read my poetry in public, a serious practice performance, and this would be the first one I choose. Here is a quick explanation of what I am trying to express in the poem (The Ego To His Subconscious), or its gimmick: The speaker, the ego (the power that is in first contact with reality), asks his subconscious for a gift. He first explains to his basement, the “idea-factory”, how by directing his senses, he is responsible for what the basement receives (and lives for). Then he goes on to draw the fact that the basement never forgets and stores all—all that the ego, as the first-hand, performs originally; like, childhood experience, thoughts, errors, and songs sung. Then in all honesty the ego explains his appreciation of their interdependence yet the ego’s fundamental role. So, in justice, the ego is asking the subconscious for one more thing, the inspiration for some work of art or even science to conquer his beloved. So, the ego with the squirms for a present purpose, but not ignorant of where the solution to the temporary block is going to come. Thanks, Jose Gainza.
  22. I will share my writings with this forum

    The Ego To His Subconscious--By Jose Gainza Oh, thank me, you basement! For giving you everything you have. For still giving you everything, daily, Every hour that I wake until I die. My eyes give you the beauty of the earth And of the heavens… All which you can never forget. And my nose gives you the aromas of pleasure, The fragrance of ecstasy, the stink of toil… All which you can never forget. And my ears give you the music of love And the sounds of production… All which you can never forget. And my tongue gives you the taste Of delicacies; yes, the bitterness of sand— But the sweetness of ecstasies… All which you can never forget. And my skin gives you the warmth of the sun, And the coldness of ice, the goose bumps of love, And the beloved’s touch… All which you will never forget. You possess the play times of my childhood, The angry storming of it too, The stunting fear and shame, and yet the thrills at root… All which you can never forget. All the thoughts I gave were new to you. All the errors I have made you still possess. And I have ordered the system that you are… All which you will never forget. The songs that I have loved are still in you. The verses that I’ve penned you have them too. The essays I have thought still move you. The wisdom that I’ve sought you have it too. All the lovers I have loved you still possess. And the dream of some new hero comes from you. For storing all my words and values I thank you. Don’t think I don’t appreciate all you’ve given me. Don’t think I’ll stop inducing things to you. Don’t think I’ll stop observing this bright heaven That we share. I know I cannot keep on striving without you… And now all this I’ve spoken you will keep In you… None will you forget… Just give me one more thing Out of all that you can bring! Let me hear it ring. Grant the masterpiece to conquer My new love: You can thank me in this way… Oh, and dry my current sweating writing palms.
  23. The Poetry Of Brian Faulkner

    Wow! That was so much fun to read aloud. I am in a very jolly mood because of it. Thanks. Nighty night. J.G.
  24. Ayn Rand Answers

    I'm really loving reading this book. What a valuable tool to step from to go and engage in one's own first-hand data gathering of the ideas she talks about. I read the aesthetics part first, and thought that the rest would not beat it, but they are just as good, and I only like the aesthetics part more because that is my primary personal interest. Yes, if one wants to spend some time with Ayn Rand a bit more intimately, then this is a wonderful way. It has helped me add to the complete portrait of Ayn Rand, which is still not done. Highly recommended, Jose Gainza.
  25. The One and the Many

    Oh ... just to clarify: I read your poem after the situation occurred so that your poem was like a reinforcement. Jose Gainza.