When Ethan discovers that he might be bi-polar! Hoorah!

I suppose that, as this is a blog, I have the right to be narcissistic and showcase my own works in words. Therefore, I will put here a poem I have written. If you are my friend on Facebook (why wouldn't you be?) you have probably already seen this. This is one of my favorite poems, if I do say so myself. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you to my mind through poetry.

Son of Forest and City

I walked along a lonely road,

In silence, through the forest.

The green branches snapped at me,

Aggrieved at my intrusion.

The brown branches reached for me,

Embracing the intruder.

The forest was of two minds,

Loving and despising me.

It saw in me my father, its son,

Caring for his woodland home.

It saw in me my son, its enemy,

Tearing out this forest soon.

I wavered between two worlds,

Son of forest and city.

So I walked down the lonely road,

In silence through the forest.

And there you have it. So, all you multitudes of readers, tell me what you think of it. Don't hold back in your comments. If it sucked to you, then tell me. If you could have done it better, then tell me. If you have constructive criticism, then tell me that, too. Basically, whatever you think about this poem, positive or negative, be unafraid to share it with me.

"I think in order to move into the future, you need to know where you've been." - Charles Williams

Hello, and welcome to the insanity that is my head. I hope that you'll have a nice trip, and do try to avoid the singing chimpanzee. He gets moody.

So, with such a pretentious blog name, I obviously will attempt to sound smart through the written word. For those of you who don't know, (as if anyone would ever read this) C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Charles Williams, and Owen Barfield met in a pub to talk about their writing. A pint in one hand and a pen in the other, these four men helped to shape the literary world to come. I, on the other hand, hope only to put out my mad ramblings on random subjects. As a warning, I am crazy as a loon, so I doubt that I will stay with strictly literary topics.

This being my inaugural post, I do believe it is proper that I introduce myself to the three friends who venture from facebook to this dreary little blog out of boredom or manipulation. My name is Ethan David Simpson, I am 20 years old and I go to Mississippi College. If, by some miracle, you are someone I don't know in real life who has somehow found themselves here; hello and welcome. To those with whom I am already acquainted; What's up? (Just shout real loud wherever you are, I'm sure I'll hear it.)

I want to do at least a post a week, if not more. What these will consist of will basically be determined by what mood I'm in, though I am planning some book reviews, movie reviews, some of my own poetry (because I'm narcissistic like that), and whatever randomly pops into my head. I also want to end with a quote from one of the Inklings that I think applies to whatever it is I'm writing. If anyone actually reads this, I will give you a hug!

Goodbye for now!