In discussing what I would give to my future children as gifts, the following conversation ensued (with occasional paraphrasing):
Katie: You would spoil your kids.
Deirdre: You would give them Paradise Lost as a Christmas present.
Me: No, that's what I would read to them for a bedtime story when they're young. Haha, I wonder how I would condense Paradise Lost like that?
And God said to Satan: GTFO!!!! kthnxbye.
Satan spoke to Eve: Eat. Is delicious.
Later, Adam yelled to Eve: OMG WTF!!!!
God said to Satan: HXR!! GTFO! I CAN HAS YOUR LEGS! ::take::
And God spoke to Adam and Eve: OMG, GTFO n00bs!! kthnx bye.
Satan: LAWL, pwn'd.
I later realized that this was not so much the children's version, but the lolcat edition.
Until now, thinking about life after Vassar would make me feel anxious. Nothing specific has happened so that I can confidently say, “I’m ready to face the world” right now, but I guess I’m feeling particularly optimistic at the moment, so much so that I’m realizing that I am, and will be happy. I think I’m back on the trail of my “hero’s...
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Mine is 4; the lower, the better. Really take your time with this.
The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the...
I have a headache...
…let’s see what happens: People in the hallway talking about rolling cigarettes, drinking beer. I’m unconsciously judging trying to tell myself I’m not judgmental. They run through the hallway, running eventually towards death. Damn, this is becoming contrived. Stream of consciousness is supposed to record all of my thoughts as they come. Let’s try again. The people...
Shakespeare's Sonnet 129
129 Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust; Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so, Had, having,...
The Devil Went Down to Georgia, The Charlie...
Wings - End of Day
“Sally. Could I have your shredding shears?” “Sure E7, but what do you need shredded? Bring it to me, so I can do it for you.” “That won’t be necessary. Do you have the shears?” “Sure, but really, what could you need to cut that I can’t do for you?” I felt bad giving her a hard time, but she was being so difficult. Maybe I could level...
Sonnet 30 v.2
In my Shakespeare class today, I’m going to be reciting and paraphrasing the sonnet I posted a few days ago. I’m getting anxious/excited/nervous/aroused?/zomg! — Update: I just got back from class. The reading/paraphrasing went well. Don Foster (the professor) said that it’s one of the more well-known sonnets…. and I had no idea. Oh well, it’s one of my...
Not a post secret
When I’m lying on my bed and I stretch, I sometimes worry that if stretch or twist too much, my spine will crack and I’ll become paralyzed in some way. I’m not sure if this fear is a possibility, or if I’m just scared of unknown (if any) lasting affects from the parasailing accident.
This site contains descriptions of the different archetypal psychological/personality types, which originated from Carl Jung’s work on typological theories. It’s pretty accurate. I’ll tell you what I am after you take the test! Click on “Is there a test?” and then “Jung Psychology Test.” After you have your 4-lettered type, go back to typelogic and read...
Averse fortune wrecks, reeks of mistress foul and fair: Once subtle lover now by chance does give pursue With raging lust, (a drowned embrace can rip you bare); Now for deceitful thirst to her I pay my due. To arms! — drinking, sinking, swallowed in her ladle, Metal nor eye can cut her mold-less curvature; In agèd arms, wrathful; tender cries my cradle— How a bright-eyed soul...
alaureltree: “I can’t.” “Yes you can.” “No. I can’t. I’ll feel so bad about it. I’ll go crazy. You know I will.” “But why? Chill out. It really doesn’t matter. Everybody does it, especially in college.” “But I’ve been working so hard, it seems wrong.” My heart is beating faster now. “Look, I’m losing my patience. You knew that this was going to happen. You made the decision the moment you...
Eve: I’m not sorry, you know. Adam: You made that clear enough. Eve: It’s just th- Adam: Please, don’t speak to me. Eve: Fine. I don’t want to anyway. You’re not so interesting. Adam: Sure, you say that now. What was this morning about then? And yesterday for that matter? And every day we’ve been in this place! I bet I was pretty interesting then, huh? ...
Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.– John Updike, A Month of Sundays, 1975
Shakespeare's Sonnet 30
30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste; Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe, And moan th’expense of many a vanished sight. Then can...
I reached the hatch and tried to release its locking mechanism, but years of rust and algae seemed to have rendered it inoperable. I didn’t bother looking for another way out. I remembered what an old fisherman told me about the sea when I was a child: “Treat ‘er nice, love ‘er, earn ‘er trust an’ she’ll be better than a woman to yeh… Boil ‘er...
For man is constituted so that when he knows himself he excels all other things;...– Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy
“Did you set your watch to the right time this morning?” “Yes, for the fifth time, yes!” “Are you sure? It’s just that I know how you rush in the morning, and you don’t really focus on everything as I would, and you just might have only glanced at the clock for a moment and mistaken it for an hour later, or something-“ “Sarah, I’ll...
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.– William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Beyond Revolutionary Road
How can you tear yourself from reality, if only a gently, to remind yourself of the promises you made with an imagination capable of everything? Is there a way to be happy with what you have, and what you’re given; with what has been denied, and what has been taken away? Is there a way to live happily through a reality so opposite to the image of reality you crafted for yourself before you...
On Revolutionary Road
I saw Revolutionary Road tonight, and it was phenomenal. Though it was depressing, the acting and writing took me on an emotional and intellectual adventure. I was thinking so much throughout this film, and the one question that is still on my mind is: How do you reconcile the need to live an emotionally and psychologically satisfying life with the need to live a physical and financially stable...
It was a day like this, not quite, I had a dream in flightless night that I should jump into the sky Hoped not to meet an ending cry. Awoken with a melting pulse, instilled by morbid, dread impulse that I should give myself to air desiring not to end up there. A glass of water stills my heart, but Notion floods my thinking part. Pressure, pressure but do not break this flimsy thought...
Crawling on the surface of time is not as hard as they all say. I grew up in a consevative family; they let me walk when I was 2, and only let me fly when I was 11. I was so jealous when all of my friends flew to school, but I was the only one still being escorted on my father’s back. Lame. Whenever we would have family over, all my Aunties and Uncles would tell me how much taller I look,...
As she dug the spear ever deeper into his chest, her lips shriveled into a demented smile in the shadow of a scowl. Blood trickled from his wound, down the length of the spear, over her fingertips, into the carvings of her jewelery. For the first time, Jezebel believed herself to be finely dressed: in the elegant, though rich and thick blood of the King’s brother. She finally enjoyed what...
Murder mystery novel in which the murderer arranges his victims to meet the deaths of various Shakespeare characters. At every crime scene he could leave an excerpt from the play in which that particular death originates. (The line the murderer uses could be modified in some way to characterize him as especially mad.) Hamlet: “To be, or not to be: that is the question” (III.1.1749) ...
James was running late, as usual. He stepped out onto the stoop and whistled, shouting “Taxi!” for good measure. Susan had been waiting at the cold train station for an hour when James finally arrived. “You always do this; you’re always late like this.” “I’m sorry I just- I just lost track of time. I was finishing this cover piece of the inauguration for...
In the study, an amber light glows atop the cherry wood bureau, the only beacon of light in this dark house. I walk over to the desk - feeling rather sacreligious as I walk on the Persian rug along the way - and I rest my hand on the high backed chair that faces the desk. I sit down in the cushioned seat, and rub my fingers together to rid myself of the dust. Glancing at a bookcase to my right, I...
Thick woods, somewhere in France, close to a château. Sunlight shines through an area of sparse trees, painting golden, glowing blotches on the uneven earth. A large stone rises up through the ground amidst the freckles of light, like an altar. Blood drips down the side of the rock, and a woman lies upon it, posed like a scar on the boulder. She faces away, towards the château, and a large gash is...
Finish what you write. New writers tend to stop because they either get bored or...– Kai Meyer
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