If only I wasn't so long winded....
... I would probably write in this more. I realized that, in the heyday of LJ, that I would spend inordinate amounts of time fleshing these entries out, trying to piece together exactly what I wanted to get across to the two people who actually reads these things. Now, I have free time again and I'm going to attempt to write once more - nothing fancy, just thoughts on things and people and whatever else I think is important. But, I'm not going to heavily edit these entries anymore to save time. As in no deleting while I write, which is crazy for me. A sort of stream-of-consciousness entry if you will.
Oh god it's going to be a disaster.
I was reading someone else's journal and there were a few poems littered through it. I love reading, it's one of the few things that can dependably make me happy, but poems always irk me. It saddens me, because I feel like I am missing out on a whole dimension of literature and the only thing holding me back from enjoying it is that it doesn't have music to it.
I'm not sure how you read, but when I do there's like a little voice in my head that I listen to; the inflections and intonations rise and fall the same as if the words were given voice. When I read poems, they are flat and lifeless - it's like I'm reading off math equations to someone, to give you an example.
I do like hearing other people read their work though. Especially if they are the original author. I can hear the feeling, I can feel out the meaning and it means something other than just lifeless words on a piece of notebook paper.
On another note, I'm listening to Wilco - Sky Blue Sky right now and I love it. It's not new to me, but you should pick it up if you have nothing better to do. Hell, you should pick it up even if you have something better to do haha.
It makes me want to learn how to play the piano. I'm utterly hopeless with instruments though, so that a wish I'll put off to the way side.
Oh god it's going to be a disaster.
I was reading someone else's journal and there were a few poems littered through it. I love reading, it's one of the few things that can dependably make me happy, but poems always irk me. It saddens me, because I feel like I am missing out on a whole dimension of literature and the only thing holding me back from enjoying it is that it doesn't have music to it.
I'm not sure how you read, but when I do there's like a little voice in my head that I listen to; the inflections and intonations rise and fall the same as if the words were given voice. When I read poems, they are flat and lifeless - it's like I'm reading off math equations to someone, to give you an example.
I do like hearing other people read their work though. Especially if they are the original author. I can hear the feeling, I can feel out the meaning and it means something other than just lifeless words on a piece of notebook paper.
On another note, I'm listening to Wilco - Sky Blue Sky right now and I love it. It's not new to me, but you should pick it up if you have nothing better to do. Hell, you should pick it up even if you have something better to do haha.
It makes me want to learn how to play the piano. I'm utterly hopeless with instruments though, so that a wish I'll put off to the way side.