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DPS Weekly Photo Challenge - the Dinner Table

DPS Weekly Photo Challenge – the Dinner Table

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[frankodea]

against evolution

It's his first foray into spoken word, and honestly, he feels kind of silly. He practices in front of the mirror and he can't stop his voice from shaking, so he prays he won't have to read this at the next meeting; he wonders if it's too opaque (deliberately so?), this parallel of the cruelty of survival of the fittest to his own inability to slide into place in any system, back home in Georgia or here, where the boys are vicious and tortured all at once.

                         You can believe in both evolution and God –                          the way people love and wreck in the same breath.

B l e s s your heart, Darwin, you were always fond of the freaks of nature. Mutation, that ugly word, was a step in the great big staircase towards the pie in the sky of natural selection. It’s the age-old story of

trial-and-error -

close-your-eyes-and-point - 

fingers-crossed -

is it science if it’s dumb luck?

I’m told I was born with blond hair like my dad’s; not a compliment, I don’t think. But DNA, yours and mine, has seen wars fought long before we were born, wars where w i n n e r doesn’t always take a l l, wars where the odds shift and the tables turn. Adaptation is possible: from yellow to patchy brown to

                                 t h i s ; red, freckled, coarse.

But, bless your heart, Darwin, it just takes too goddamn l o n g, waiting for this cycle of dying and living and hoping against hope that the arrow meets its mark when you’re shooting blind. Mutation, that ugly word, is a game of chance. 

                     Nothing so tame as a fish out of water;

You ever seen one of those? Then let me tell you -

Some whales lie at the bottom of the ocean, and deep-sea species find a home among their bones. The ones that heave themselves onto land they waste their blood on sand and tarmac, rot so all that's left is a putrid petrichor and a crumbling dust. 

We all know what happens to beached whales.

[grantmcleod]

Dead Poets Society Challenge [Jan 28, 2015]

Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son. Wash it off, before it consumes you. Before it becomes you, before it rips at your very being. Before you explode Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son. Bury it. Bury it deep, deep, deep down below the surface of your being.  Contain it until you forget it's within you. Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son.   Why do I have to keep telling you? Do you think that you're the one who can defy my rules? You're wrong.  Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son. Learn to control yourself. They did. There must be something wrong with you, then. What is it? Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son. It hasn't surfaced in a while.  You seem to be getting better. I guess you learned the tricks of the trade. Red isn't such a becoming color on you, my son. But it's still the only fucking color I know. 

[garrettmarc]

Challenge 001

Family

Always there for you, Always always there. What happens when the trust becomes betrayed? Fear takes its hold, Chilling your confidence Nowhere to turn as you struggle inside No one understands you... "Faggot"

All the torment inside at such a simple word, Each word turns to demeaning phrases Reading stories of rejections makes the fear more real. Months turn to years, Two, too many in hiding "Save the goal, don't let us down!"  "I won't, but I have, you just don't know it yet." 

Then it comes, the onslaught of truth, A family dinner gone awry. Dad chokes, mother cries, siblings stare in shock. 

There is no light at the end of the tunnel As weeks go by walking on egg shells. The talk finally arises- and in the end: 

All pain is absolved, Darkness turns to light, Fear becomes courage Rejection becomes:

Acceptance.

[elijahkeohane]

treading water.

silence.

in the greatest act of passion, the o's of the mouth omit silence.

i feel nascent numbness;  my nerves cutting off at the nape of my neck.

is it the depression or the drugs?

what fuels me kills me; the irony is i know this and i love it.

how poetic, to die by your own hand.

how pathetic, to want it that way.

the worst part is how you can think all of this when you're wrapped up in

another person.

the words replay over and over in my head.

you're ruining yourself.

the words replay over and over in my head in my head.

you're ruining ruining yourself.

you're ruining yourself. self.

i try to shut it out, to light up to snort up and lock these thoughts up.

zoloft and abilify and paxil and prozac. 

i know the chemistry of them all and they cannot fix the chemistry of

myself.

[lachlan-bennett]

Challenge one: Self Exploration

Full Name: Lachlan Peter Bennet Nickname: Bent.  D.O.B/Age: 21st of May, 1973; 18 years old. Hometown: London Parents -

Tyler Bennett, 47, Company director

Emma Bennett, 43, University Professor and Artist

Siblings - Lucille Rose Bennet, 18, Senior. Known Languages: English, French, basic Spanish and German. Sexual Orientation: Straight... right?

School Records

Elementary / Middle School(s):

Knightsbridge School (back in London).

Parkside Middle School.

Current Year Level: Senior Current Classes: 

AP English: literature and composition

AP French

World History

Latin

Biology II

Chemistry II

P.E.

Music

Past Extra-Curricular Activities:

Biology Club

Orchestra

The School Annual

Current Extra-Curricular Activities:

The School Annual

The Dead poets society

Dorm: M403 Dorm-Mate: Noah Castermaine. Average Grade: B Best Subject: Literature and composition Worst Subject: Chemistry. # of Detentions: 1 for non-attendance. Or, more accurately, for not being able to provide a plausible excuse. # of Suspensions: None. Ivy League Preference: Penn. Role in the Society: Just a general member.

Personal Attributes

Hobbies: Reading, writing, playing the guitar, the piano or the violin. Hopes for the future: Standing for myself and making my own choices could be a good start, I think. Dream Career: I don't know... Traveling the world living off music and poetry could be nice, though. Religion: Raised in a christian home. Political Views: I should probably ask Luce about this... Optimist or Pesimist? Optimist. Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert. Greatest Fear(s): Rejection, failure, and loneliness, which go hands in hands more often than not. Biggest accomplishment: Entering Welton. Most significant memory: Winning a national youth piano competition back in the UK. Drink / Smoke / Drugs? Smoke on a regular basis. I drink and use drugs, simply not as often. Truth be told, I'm not a huge fan of drinking.

Favorite…

Writer(s):

Oscar Wilde

F. Scott Fitzgerald

William Shakespeare

Victor Hugo

Robert Browning

Walt Whitman

Book:   Les fleurs du mal, Baudelaire Poem: "A Pretty a Day", E. E. Cummings. Word: Serendipity. Musician(s): The Smiths, Iron Maiden, Duran Duran. Album: The Stone Roses, The Stone Roses. Song: Skin and Bones, The Sundays. Film: The Elephant Man. Actor/Performer: Michael J. Fox. Color: Green. Place: The meadow, south to the girl's dormitory. Animal: Stag. Historical Figure: Voltaire. Food: Scones, but they are so hard to get a hold of here, so I'd have to go with cookies... Drink: Ginger beer. Drug: Weed, definitely.