miércoles, marzo 28, 2007

The Sorry Tale of Jeremiah Non-Goth

Being Gothic is something that is blatantly misunderstood by the majority of society. A couple of viewings of Donnie Darko and people think they have the mentality, the attitude, the ethos and even the dress sense worked out. This is not the case at all and is perfectly illustrated by the sorry tale of Jeremy Non-Goth. Poor Jeremy had no idea but he also had no friends, about as much charisma as a sandwich toaster and musical taste that could only be described as abysmal.

What made Jeremy attempt to reinvent himself as a Goth? Simplistically, on his way to college he witnessed the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Dawn. I don't mean the softly shimmering sun arising to make diamonds of light sparkle from what were the drops of the early morning dew. I mean Dawn (henceforth called Dawntreader to avoid confusion) - the angel of the night.

Dawntreader was the most visually stunning apparition Jeremy had ever seen. A sumptious and radiating slice of perfection with a silken torrent of jet black hair, contrasting against her perfect, white alabaster skin. The deepest dark brown eyes emphasised by the perfectly applied kohl giving her eyes a cleopatra like appearance and full blood red lips with the slightest hint of a smile or just a knowing look that she was, beauty personified.

Her clothes seemed to allow her to float rather than walk, a stunning full length dress of deepest purple flecked with gold, shimmering as she moved and the long black coat trailing in her wake giving no hint as to what treasures of the flesh were hidden beneath.

Jeremy just longed to be seen by this damsel from a dream but she just kept moving on her way without a glance in his direction. For the rest of the day, Jeremy could not purge his mind or even his soul of the image of Dawntreader passing by, as a blood red sun arose behind her as a backdrop of dreamlike proportions. The remainder of the week, Jeremy waited at the same spot every day, at the very same time just to drink in the beauty of this maiden of the gods. An obsession it became, so bad he couldn't sleep without thinking about her. The image was burned on the inside of his eyes, in his heart and in his soul.

By the end of the week, half demented by his longing for this angel of the morning, he vowed to do whatever he could to make her see him. He went out and bought Gothic magazines, Gothic clothes and died his hair black. Convinced that he had everything in place to be seen, not invisible, he waited in the usual place, at the usual time. Lo and behold, Dawntreader arrived and in a move that felt like a dagger through Jeremys heart, she walked right past him again. He was bereft of hope - his only hopes dashed and he ran home and threw himself onto his bed and wept, for the first time, tears of passion.

After days of angst, tears, depression and frustration he came to the one conclusion he hadn't wanted to - his preconceptions of Goth were incorrect. He had to go to the library and study. No more would sporting prowess prevail, he had to learn. He had to read. He had to study and open his heart.

As time passed, Jeremy realised he had ignored all he had come to adore. Now, he appreciated art, life and death. He came to understand the masters, and their manner of expression. He sat, he learned and he grew.

Eventually, as Goth pervaded his very soul, he wrote the poem he should have given her on the first day and presented Dawntreader with it. She closed her eyes and a tear of infinite sadness rolled down her cheek as she said "if only you could have said this to me, you would have captured my heart in a crystal cage and I would have followed you to the end of the universe".

With a sadness, pervading Jeremys very soul, Dawntreader left and Jeremy wept.

a luego,
S

ps moral to the story - love is eternal, time is transient....

13 comentarios:

Drama Queen dijo...

Based on a true story?

SpanishGoth dijo...

Indeed.....

Drama Queen dijo...

Ahh bless. It was a lovely story but I so wanted the boy to get the girl.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Can't always get what you want....I say....you can't always get what you want (Rolling Stones)

Drama Queen dijo...

Yeah I know the song. God you think I am such a girl.

No I guess what is for you won't pass you by and the lovely little Goth grew up and caught a butterfly much more deserving of his attention.

Love is best when you don't need to CHANGE too much for it. Only grow.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Don't think you are a girl - think you are a lady.

And, it wasn't me.....

Calamity Jane dijo...

So what happened to Jeremiah? The title said Jeremiah - is that a Goth thing, to be misleading?

I wanted a happy ending too regardless of what the leading man was called.

Drama Queen dijo...

I didn't think it was. I was simply using your butterfly ref to describe an object of delight. I am sure he grew up to get something more fulfilling than a teenage crush. . .

Nothing hurts more than unrequited love.

# sometimes, you get what you need. . . #

SpanishGoth dijo...

Not a Goth thing - just wouldn't use anyone's real name on the GothBlog.

He did become very popular with the ladies later and to be honest, Dawntreader would have shattered his self esteem even more if he had.....done something else.

As it is, now happily married with 3 beautiful children...

Tippler dijo...

It was going so well until the purple dress.

That would have put me off, I think

SpanishGoth dijo...

A dress - put you off? Think not buddy. 'Suits you sir' *snort*

dip-dop-crabtree dijo...

le Goth...
Culturellement, ils s’intéressent à la littérature, aux sciences humaines, à l’ésotérisme, à la philosophie, et ont souvent comme le dit l’expression « le goût des vieilles pierres » et du passé.
Ils ont l’âme de romantiques acharnés qui ne peuvent pas vivre sans ressentir profondément les choses, grands adeptes des émotions révélées.
Le courant gothique est associé au romantisme parce qu’il naît d’un déséquilibre et d’un refus des conventions et des préjugés.

Oui oui oui!Donc je suis...


Excel prone Mr GOTH,

SpanishGoth dijo...

Dip-dop -> very eloquently put indeed sir....