The Millennium Bite

Socially awkward, Freak Show

Penguin of a Puddleglum fan,

The silver chair strikes again,

Transfiguring boys into men.

I’m a freak. I remember a mother’s tense, silver bullet expression for her baby in the primary school’s Principal office. One hour of twenty-four. I was punished, however the retribution of a mother’s justice will continue to co-write my sour sketches. Three stitches of blood. The Principal’s concern? Mysteriously like Odin, he divined the runes of expression and empathy. My mum later discovered my transparent memory through my art-book journal. 

Nothing happened. I was only ever suspended. Principals rewarded wellness of bitten children. Percentage of a propensity in one hour of twenty-four. Intelligence sped up the twenty-six years with latent Pestilence. War increased from other mothers as an orgy of Famine for its premium in Death. A risk increased as life accelerated into metal machines. My smile in a reflection, I’m gavelled by Creep, Viva La Vida, Misery and Melancholy Hill as my freak shark teeth remember. 

It was the last mother when I walked from the Hells to Earth. White man’s privilege. A man, I thrusted myself back in the Hells, but my redeeming saviour Jesus Christ walked me out again. 

Reflections

This one is late. I'm annoyed that I didn't get to publish this yesterday but in a way, I get to celebrate my Nan's birthday with two posts. Nan no longer lingers on Earth, peace be with you. Happy Birthday Nan.

I've bitten one child but I've had a track record of mothers either hating me or loving me. I reference The Silver Chair of The Chronicles of Narnia for good reason, with multiple references to songs that mattered in my teen years as "edgy" references to 'emo' (emotional) grunge, metal, alternative rock and popular music genres. The motif of spirituality is important as I've found more of God through fiction like The Chronicles of Narnia and the story of David and Goliath. I'm told I have a "social justice" mindset and I've never agreed due to a cohesive link between pop culture and spiritual reflection through the concept of justice.

Justice is a story, like any other. My Criminal Justice and History degrees present a holistic overview of a sociological perspective, very similar to that of C.S. Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia, a Christian and sociologist himself. I've heard critiques of C.S. Lewis is that his anthology of fiction is, "Basically The Bible," and I would agree. My copy presents a depiction of Aslan on the cover, our placeholder Jesus Christ. Disciples of Aslan such as Prince Caspian, Eustace Scrubb and Lucy Pevensie are children, ideal vehicles for a concept of justice to reflect on the teachings of Christ, but aren't, "Basically the bible." The reflexive writer has ego and experience through examples on George Orwell, like his essay on 'Why I Write' and notably the seminal text of 1984. Orwell discusses a world disinterested through engagement, The Chronicles of Narnia discusses how children lose their faith as they grow older through industrial processes and I get to write because I interacted with people who taught me both.

I'm Christian because I inherited it being white. I love and rely on Jesus and God now more than ever and I feel rejuvenated within it. I have to remember however to show, not tell about it through perspective on 200 words a day as a promise to God on how I believe in the world's ability to engage with itself. I realise I lost interest in the world when Aslan and the Narnia series were resigned to new engagement with technology over time as more of my life has turned online. The monster now is an ideological prospect I can't sink my teeth into yet I'll attempt to bite here in this post. Maybe I should be saying more of, "Shut the fuck up and listen," because my fears as a white Christian are closer to white collar career criminals than street crime. The fight of ideology is justice to someone who's white as we perceive it as unaffiliated conjecture to ignore it. Sometimes the monsters we think are under the bed are truly in our heads and graduating schools with artificially created, stealthily proofread materials by a contractor. Industry and employment makes us richer and ignore daily bread whilst we bite ourselves to be indulgent and poorer in health. I've walked through hells, frozen and otherwise to be here and I can tell you that our life will always be a struggle as life is the ultimate risk. In death and forgetfulness, we won't ever claim anything.