Travis Garcelon  

1989 -   
Even abnormality is normal

My name is Travis Garcelon. Who am I? I am:
An aficionado of writing,
A College Student pursuing a Philosophy and Political Science Degree,
A boyfriend and hopeful husband,
A good friend with an abundance of laughter and positivism,
An amateur guitar enthusiast,
A lover of the pursuit of wisdom,
A Mainah minus the Maine accent. Damn speech therapy as a young child,
A being conscious of consciousness. The Self and the Other: indistinguishable,
A self-proclaimed ignorant, irresponsible, immature, inexperienced adult, and
Someone's child.

Poems

Feb 8, 2011

Out of red concrete stands an abstraction
held out in space and in isolation.
Posit a location, Pierre
I'll be there to where you be.
But from the ground of the cafe
the distance becomes separated by unity:
point A to point B
pinpointing the heart of reality
for what was once 'to be' now stands 'not to be'.
A pre-judicative attitude always leads
from 'being' to 'non-being'.

Where is the comfort in
trying to rest
between Nothingness?
While negating in
A sleep while asleep?
Am I not self-aware through self-consciousness of
'The Existence of a Nonexistence Existing in Existence'?
How can there be Nothingness if before Nothingness
there is a Consciousness?

There is a Consciousness! From Being!
From a non-being being Being!
Thus, don't premature judge and expect the "expected"
Expect the unexpected
and save nonexistence from non-existence;
from "being" to "non-being"

"Being and Nothingness"
Feb 8, 2011

The dawn of a new light will shed a new day.

Feb 8, 2011

The idea is to illicit a thought
in hopes that that thought will transmute into a mechanical action.

Feb 8, 2011

It's the little things in life that make the world go round,
like the small vibrations that turn into sound.

Feb 7, 2011

If the self is also the other, then who am I?
Am I a college student sitting in the library
reading Phenomenology, contemplating the question of 'being'?
Or am I a nihilist who believes that nothing in life has an existence?
Who am I?

Feb 7, 2011

It’s the emphasis on the word that gives it its meaning
And it's the tone in your voice that makes it demeaning.

Jan 2, 2011

My moral philosophy is this: why can't we all just get along?

Jan 2, 2011

If only the distance between us could shorten; our bond strength would be much greater.

Dec 25, 2010

Where the road begins and where the road ends
entirely depends on where you are going.

Dec 22, 2010

The person whom you will forever love
your soul mate
your everything
must possess
one thing
above all other things
above beauty
brains
and soul
She must
and ‘must’ I emphasize
She must desire you
just as much as
You desire her
For what is a soulmate for
if admiration was not
equally shared?

Dec 20, 2010

Don't hold onto opinions as if they were solid concrete objects.
Hold onto an opinion as if it were transparent and malleable.
This will enable you to see through the fallacies and remold the opinion to its true form.
For an opinion is simply just that, an opinion.
And like all opinions, they are interchangeable
in accordance to the allegations of fact.
And a fact overshadows an opinion in all cases
and that is a matter of fact.

Dec 19, 2010

To say the least, you did not let this day pass,
but rather so you let this life pass,
for what is a life not lived in the present,
but a life not yet lived?

Dec 2, 2010

I can taste the black of night drying in my mouth.
It’s like sand on the beach beneath the blazing sun.
My mind begins to race like children escaping the water's grasp along the shoreline.
Perspiration kicks in and sweat begins to drain my forehead
and like the waves that send surfers crashing down-
she makes a joke. Laughter erupts from by bowels and that's when it hits me-
let’s run naked across the grainy sand like two ignorant children,
like back in the day when we would take warm innocent baths.
Intimacy is always nice, but isn't it time that we explore each other's realms?

Dec 2, 2010

The world was changing all around me
I began seeing smells and smelling colors
and children's faces began blooming like flowers.
Then in an instance of pause I came about something;
The stars. They remind me of something in this place
The shooting stars remind me of the forgotten wishes left behind by the forgotten children.
The glowing moon reminds me of town square; The brothel for advertisements
A thought...
Could it be that this blotter is the catalyst for change?
Would it open up your eyes and let you envision
A perfect world?
A perfect match?
A perfect dream?

Dec 2, 2010

Understand your physics and realize that me and you don't see the same thing. There's my perspective on something, and then there's your perspective on that something. Hence, each of our individual interactions with that something changed it in some way. That something reacted differently even though we observed it at the same time!

Dec 2, 2010

Take what life gives you because it’s all that you got.
Don’t dwell on the things that are not.
Follow your own plan, you’re an expert at life,
And be your own man, don’t live in strife.

Nov 28, 2010

“I’m not the conspiracy theorist, you’re the conspiracy theorist. You're the one who believes that 19 islamic terrorists with box-cutters conspired with a bearded man in a cave then bypassed a multi-billion dollar security system to knock down 3 buildings with 2 airplanes. You’re the one who believes that buildings can come down in perfect free-fall and pancake form at free fall speed. I'm not the nutty conspiracy theorist, you are!”

Nov 27, 2010

To be abnormal in a normal world, is that so uncool? How about to be unjust in an unjust world? Surely then yes, for I am a fool. Not a fool so cruel, but a fool too cool to abide by societies rules. You see, it is the nature of man to be just as unjust as the unjust world, just as must as it is to be a fool, but not a foolish fool. Now you, you are a tool, for living the just life in an unjust world. You are the tool and I am the Utilitarian, and will use you to my advantage and private interests. That’s just how things go here in this structured place, meant to deface and interface yourself. Desensitize you to yourself; reduce yourself to a cheap exploitative commodity; a means for my planned robbery laid near a veneer of parliament armory. Society rules by the Golden Rule, and that is: Those with the gold are those who rule! Now who is the fool you tool?!

Nov 27, 2010

You see, I don’t understand the idea and theology between God and his intentions for creating people. On the first day He created the Earth and heavens, and then on the sixth day He created Adam and Eve. He told them that everything on Earth, from the fruits of the trees to the birds in the sky, from the fish in the sea, to as far out as man can see, everything on Earth is for Man’s pleasure and Man should be fruitful and multiply. But I don’t understand then why people should feel the need to spend their entire lives devoting everything to God, spreading the word to god, preaching god, killing in the name of God, committing mass genocide in the name of God, committing horrific acts in the name of God, justifying slavery in the name of God, and so on in the name of God! To me this all sounds like a cult; a cult only interested in succeeding in its evil, vicious, malicious ways. Well, you know what?! I hope you do not succeed in your evil, vicious, malicious ways. I hope that the dawn of a new Enlightenment will outshine your scripted lies and will be able to see life through the lens of Peace.

Nov 27, 2010

The government is like a feeding black hole; sucking everything inward into a swirling vortex until everything reaches one simple, conformed point; singularity. Instead, transmute yourself into something else, something much stronger than the tug of gravity and explore the outer reaches beyond the event horizon. Become unique and delve deeper than before.

 
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