Christian Lee
Bio
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
Stories (27/0)
The Stranger
Consider a philosophy camouflaged through the mind of a pessimist at odds with his times. Well, the the time was mid-20th century; Albert Camus, the french philosopher, explores the human experience through his concept the absurd, where pessimism exudes from a main character troubled by society. The Stranger is enigma.
By Christian Lee8 months ago in Critique
Me, Myself, Undisguised
As is often with me, I find myself not directly answering a prompt, as if I was intimidated by it. I go on rants, or go off course, somehow finding my way to an answer. It reminds me of William Zinsser’s statement about writing in On Writing Well (a book I think every writer should read more than once): “All writing is ultimately a question of solving a problem.”
By Christian Leeabout a year ago in Journal
Teaching My 1st Student
In early October this year, I became a music instructor. In New York City, that is nearly impossible without a bachelor's degree; I don't even have an associate's. Fortunately, after a lot of searching and submitting many job applications, a private organization responded to my application–two months after my submission.
By Christian Leeabout a year ago in Education
When Leaves Wither...
My uncle once told me getting older weakens one’s endurance for the cold. Winter used to be my favorite season; I'm not a wallflower, but enjoy the ambiance of solitude intimated by snow. And yet it seems my uncle’s words caught up to me earlier than expected.
By Christian Lee2 years ago in Beat
Wisdom of the Allurements
I love poetry, but I find myself engaged in various art forms e.g., jazz, music, literature. Much before the pandemic, a decade from now, I was becoming a wallflower, although my behavioral habits suggested otherwise; nights of house-partying, excessive drinking, giving attention to others and not myself led to an inevitable mental crash.
By Christian Lee2 years ago in Poets
Drowning in Dreams
The movie Inception never made much sense to me, where exploring a dream within a dream called in various professional geniuses, adventure, and mind excavation. I think I learned about the idea better from Edgar Allan Poe, specifically, from his poem ‘A Dream Within A Dream’. So many times I’ve read it that I could recite it at whim; any poem remembered verbatim yields tighter kinship with its cadence. I interspersed with its rhythms immediately, realizing it’s full of open-ended meanings despite a close-ended question concluding the poem: “Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” First instinct, my mind says no, except I adore the room for theory which opens at the sound of yes.
By Christian Lee2 years ago in Poets
Beginning The Poetic Journey
I forget how old I was but I was still a child. I spent some years as a cub scout going on small adventures. One was exploring Alpine Park in New Jersey. I learned some basics about living and surviving in the wild. Many activities filled the scenery, for the Boy Scouts organization occupied the land and established a safe and thriving environment for young boys to learn a skill or two. I tried the bow and arrow to rock climbing to running. I grew up playing basketball, football, tried tennis till my wrist hurt too much, and joined the track team in my senior year of high school. But as a preteen, despite how thrilled and vigorous I was for social interaction, I often daydreamed. Getting lost in reverie was something like a hobby. One day it became a necessity.
By Christian Lee2 years ago in Poets