some people ask me what it's like to examine
a heart - its thoughts and feelings
and endeavored to bring back with a strict hand
what was in boundless waste
into common sense

the mere thing that I can tell you
is to trust the unvarnished tale
don't reject what is real

stamp it indelibly into your heart

I don't know what is it about you that I feel akin to

I was drinking my morning cup of tea

fat clouds coming off of it 

and I could taste your words on my tongue 

I queue in the breakfast special 

concealing my sentiments 

all that surround me lively as larks

engaged in conversations with splendid volumes

they mean little compared to you

who's one 

an intrepid mystery

I realize that distance and uncertainty 

sever us widely 

some days my hands are folded 

some days I laugh that I find myself 

back by the hearth 

I chatter to myself like a wren

you should hear me

my feet well warmed 

sitting up late at nights with 

just the thought stuck in the air

you're like the summer moon, unclouded 

entering at passage windows 

leaving clues by forming forms 

you never go unnoticed 

Animal Farm by George Orwell — a short analysis

This is a book that I find fascinating in broad strokes. I could talk lots about this but I know I wouldn't be able to talk about everything I'd like to in this post. So, I figured I'd focus on one or two topics. I'd touch on symbolism, some important characters, and my overall reaction in the entirety of the book.

A bit of a background: according to Orwell, this was written during the events leading up the Russian Revolution and then into the Stalinist era. This is a political fable. A retelling of the story of the materialization and development of the Soviet communism. I have read and studied little about Communism before reading this book. So, I didn't really know what to expect but I knew the fact that it was stinging critique of that which of the Russian Revolution.

Communism in this text was introduced as Animalism which was based on the ideologies of Old Major. He was a well-respected old boar and he wildly cared for his fellow animals. He believed that Man was the problem and if animals would stay together then they will, altogether, reap the rewards due to them. The animals were inspired, rebelled against Mr. Jones' Manor Farm and embraced Animalism that would in hopes stage progress and justice. Major's political speech is notable for it displays how it can be used to move crowds. Like addressing the audience as "comrades". He places himself to have reached a degree of wisdom  through his long life. Major had the rhetorical skills and great ability to share his indignation with the other animals.

But Old Major's idealism didn't turn out to be what anyone expected it to. So, what went wrong? Why didn't it work out for the working class animals?

Animalism, at first at least, seems brilliant. The animals equally own the farm and they don't mind working hard. Everyone works to the best of their abilities and benefits. The rebellion is a success. The harvest is great and they meet together every Sunday to debate farm policy ending every time with the patriotic tune "Beasts of England".

Boxer is a horse and has exceptional strength. He is a great asset to the farm. His personal maxim is "I will work harder" and he rises early to pledge his devotion to the animals' cause. He is the most valuable member of the windmill building team. Although, his strength is incredibly matched with his naivete and stunning innocence which led to his unfortunate fate. In contrast to Boxer, we have Mollie who is a shallow materialist who only cares about vanity. Her concerns about the revolution are prompted by her ego. To her, politics and struggle mean nothing.

Snowball is an animal best attuned to Old Major's philosophy and adapted to it clearly by devoting himself into bettering the other animals in moral, physical, and many other ways. He brings literacy so that all animals could grasp the principles of Animalism.

The flaw, rather, of Old Major's thinking is that he places total blame over on Man for all the animals' hardships and ills. "Remove Man from the scene," then "the root cause of hunger and overwork" will be abolished forever." It is a one-dimensional thinking which pays no heed to the desire for power innate in all living things.

"In fighting against man, we must not come resemble him." A principle majorly (whoop, pun intended. sorry can't help it) disregarded by Napoleon who can only be accredited to his hunger for power. His very first action when his revolution is won is to steal the cows' milk for the pigs and that says a lot about who he is as a dominant. Unlike most animals who fight against tyranny what Napoleon has taken from Old Major is the opportunity to establish himself as a dictator. He commits crimes against his own comrades but his greatest misdemeanor is turning into Jones casually sharing a drink with Mr. Pilkington. Although, in the book Napoleon is much more austere and forbidding than Jones ever was. Napoleon's final propaganda, changing the seventh commandment from "All animals are equal." to "All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others."

As I've mentioned, I wouldn't be able to say everything that my mind can speak about Animal Farm.
So, I recommend you to read this one hundred percent and approach it with an open mind taking notes of what the characters represent even the minor ones. It is my first time reading this book and it definitely is on my list of my five all time favorite books for sure, for sure! I can't believe I passed on this book for such a long time. This has always been so highly acclaimed in the book world. Finally, I put myself up for it. I really enjoyed every bit of this book. You can easily flip through it. It's pretty straight forward to its themes. I learned a lot from it as well. How information could be altered to the advantage of who is in charge and how that affects uninformed beings in the society. Teaches you not to be too concerned with your own agenda and actually care for what is going on around you. I just love the simplicity of this in general but at the same time how it forces you to think. It is written to be understood. The message is clear and it can be applied not only in a political landscape. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did and a lot of people have.

c ya.

Today I noticed...

Today I noticed that I miss waking up early. The smell of the fresh batch of sun rays glistering through the window panes. It passes through the clouds and the cracks of my room divider and I requite its friendliness staring at it with little fear. Perfection meeting the half woken bed head with dirty hair and cold feet. I like its warmth and how that comes in with the dust in the atmosphere of my room in certain packages and it differs every day but the weight of it all somehow remains the same. I touch it once and my hands stay with it with simplicity. Nowadays, you can get anything with one click. People would buy their hearts online; switch it open to wander and leave trails of fluttering emotions making you wonder about why they put that plastic in their cart. I open my eyes a little wider. I see the rest of the world just falling asleep from the stress they have been feeding their store bought hearts with. I wish they bought sun beams instead. Maybe they have forgotten their quietly pumping hearts. Perhaps, it's quietly angry. It's a curious thing. 

I gaze and close my eyes and open them again until I am completely awake. I am wrapped up in the coolness of the sails and anchored by the enchanting light I see from above the bubbling water. It's spectacular. Terribly thrilling as it lines up and strokes the deep parts of the ocean blue. I would breathe the lightness of the air and exhale the expression of my stomach hungry for a heavy breakfast. Frankly, I do not want that feeling to end but I know that the enjoyment would last. It would come again the next day but the fact of life remains that that is uncertain. I don't want to be dependent on something as precarious as tomorrow. So, I hope for today to be great. Different but still familiar. Simple but also adventurous. They go hand in hand. Like how the little brother took his little sister's hand in his. It fits. It makes sense. The sun, high in the sky, would creep in privily through my head and it would shine down through my toes and I would be in the state of consciousness. I loved waking up early because it would feel like I’ve walked through meadows and drank refreshingly from little brooks leaping brightly. I press my feet harder on the ground and count the stairs going down. I'm dancing merry in the open space. All fear have sprang out of my skin. It must've found its place in an empty cupboard. It hides. Perhaps, fear fears itself. 

 Waking up early makes sense to me. My eyes hurt from using the screen to much and they stick together as long as they like. I am half woken once again. I realize that I stay too much of a time on the simulated world. I miss not only the morning but the rest of the day. I am in danger. Some days, I deny that I am. It's a jest; foolish and it growls at me. I meet the morning brazen. Thence, I know where I am going. I've been missing that lately and I noticed it today.