I wish my last name was Thoreau, and my first name Henry...(and perhaps my middle name David)
Well, I woke up this morning, turned off my alarm clock, and went back to sleep. This caused me to miss 1st period, so I went directly to Westfield and sat in the library for about 45 minutes. I made sure to bring along something to read to keep myself occupied. My book of choice: "Walden; or, life in the woods" by Henry David Thoreau. This is my favorite book, with my favorite essay contained within it: Where I Lived, and What I Lived For. So anyways, I proceeded to sit down, bust out the book, and read. As I read, I marked passages, if I may call them, that were really awesome. Here are a few passages I marked:
"...for a man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone." - I am doing well right now without a car, without a job, and with barely a care in the world.
"The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music." - damn I wish I wrote that
"Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air.." - I HATE waking up to the annoying sound of an alarm clock
I marked some other passages, but I don't feel like typing them. That book is filled with the most awesome aphorisms I've ever read and has provided me with half of my inspiration (you know where the other half comes from). Anyways, recently I've been getting some praise due to my poetry. So, I'll post some more up as time goes by. Here is one I wrote on 6/15/01 at 12:32 AM:
Radiance
Swaying on the spring breeze, the tune of summer's wind,
Malignant growth of daffodils, the beauty of which has been,
Captivating, cultivating wandering minds astray,
Juices of its yellowness assault the skin with spray.
Each day the trees and grass and wind, synchronized, Nature's puppet,
The morning fresh with last-night's rain, the leaves, covort with droplets.
Limbs of trees bend towards me, yearning for my gaze,
Its vain beauty enthralls me, this wonderful keeper of days.
Showers feed the green grass, its energy, its aura,
Glowing, drinking of the sweetness, reflecting utter Radiance.
This was my first rhyme poem...tell me how it is.
"...for a man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone." - I am doing well right now without a car, without a job, and with barely a care in the world.
"The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music." - damn I wish I wrote that
"Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the air.." - I HATE waking up to the annoying sound of an alarm clock
I marked some other passages, but I don't feel like typing them. That book is filled with the most awesome aphorisms I've ever read and has provided me with half of my inspiration (you know where the other half comes from). Anyways, recently I've been getting some praise due to my poetry. So, I'll post some more up as time goes by. Here is one I wrote on 6/15/01 at 12:32 AM:
Radiance
Swaying on the spring breeze, the tune of summer's wind,
Malignant growth of daffodils, the beauty of which has been,
Captivating, cultivating wandering minds astray,
Juices of its yellowness assault the skin with spray.
Each day the trees and grass and wind, synchronized, Nature's puppet,
The morning fresh with last-night's rain, the leaves, covort with droplets.
Limbs of trees bend towards me, yearning for my gaze,
Its vain beauty enthralls me, this wonderful keeper of days.
Showers feed the green grass, its energy, its aura,
Glowing, drinking of the sweetness, reflecting utter Radiance.
This was my first rhyme poem...tell me how it is.