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Most know about Bruce Lee the martial artist and actor; Many know about Bruce Lee the philosopher; Few know about Bruce Lee the poet. Indeed, Bruce Lee spent much of his free time writing poetry and translating Chinese poems. In fact, his poetry is of a high quality, worthy of acknowledgement although his other accomplishments are far overshadowing. Most of his poems seem to have been for his wife (or possibly wife-to-be at the time). He often speaks of being distanced from the one he loves. Although distant love is a recurring theme, each poem still has a certain uniqueness.

I recently discovered a book entitled The Legend of Zelda and Philosophy. I only had a chance to flip through the pages because I did not have the money to buy the book, although I certainly will soon enough. Nonetheless, it reveals a concept about the world that is rarely considered by most people. Fiction has a strong foundation from what the creator(author, game programmer, director, producer, poet, etc.) has learned about reality, but it can also allow others to learn about life. Why is the Legend of Zelda a very popular game? The gameplay is very important in this claim, but so are the minds of the players. The concept of the game appeals to players in ways that similar games do not. Some people may recognize this idea in their choice of games, but most often it is subtle and subconscious.

George Orwell once wrote an essay entitled “Why I Write, ” beginning, “From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.”

My motivation to write differs from Orwell’s drastically. I did not read much when I was young and I did not write well. I eventually turned to writing to sort out my thoughts, but now I write because of a purpose. This purpose drives me to find ways to change the world, and writing serves this purpose. However, Orwell wrote from within a self-nature and changed the world. I am writing to change the world but have gained a self-nature to write instead.

Leaving the library today I saw a bumper sticker saying “create the world you want to see.” Those words reverberate in my head, and will do so each time I make a post, and every time I create a video for youtube. Molding the world is possible if you have the full intention to do so. I wonder what the driver of the car does to change the the world.

Language is very intriguing. This is a picture of the cover on one of my notebooks. Unfortunately, this is mostly filled with boring notes from lectures, although I do have a couple of writings in it. I actually find covers like this to be inspiring for writing poems and stories.

The Language of the whispering wind lends me a handful of beautiful words;

borrowed and borrowed, I am indebted to the air that has sewn together my poetry.

But is it just to rely on the coming storm to make my emotions flow onto paper?

Without the hurricane my thoughts are limited,

and the stanzas from my mind are dull.

The eye of my poems do not lie within the eye of the hurricane.

I find my perfect outlet in the calamitous wall,

where the wind whispers louder than the shouts of my strongest thoughts.

-By Benjamin Collins

I knew the man went through the dangers of dark land to save the princess.

I knew the hedgehog came to to the Death Egg to stop evil.

It was no lie.

They were real; I believed they were real; I could feel that they were real.

A man did confront Bowser,

A hedgehog did face Robotnik.

Somewhere a plumber became a hero,

Somehow a blue blur became a legend.

They fought desperate battles and defined determination.

I saw the man pound his way through blocks,

I saw the hedgehog cruise through the green hills.

And for it they gained my admiration —

so that now I seek to make my own storyline.

-By Benjamin Collins