I was in a quiet, thoughtful, expressive, poetic mood... I went and pulled a bunch of poetry books off my bookshelf to post something...
at first it was going to be Among The Ruins by Wislawa Szymborska, but I posted it in my journal 3+ years ago
HERE
In an email to one of my favorite Ohio State professors:
My academic interests include: world/global literature, art and crafts as expression and communication, text/words in general, Holocaust, Poland, Taiwan, relationship (triangle style) between China + Taiwan + United States, human rights, United Nations, international relations/diplomacy, environment (food/material (over)consumption and waste, climate change, global warming, sustainable/organic fashion, organic food, fair trade/free trade, weather conditions, forests/trees, public/mass transit), Barack Obama, mass media, political psychology, and identity politics. (at least those are what I come up with off the top of my head)
Origins and History
Of Consciousness
I
Night-life. Letters, journals, bourbon
sloshed in the glass. Poems crucified on the wall,
dissected, their bird-wings severed
like trophies. No one lives in this room
without living through some kind of crisis.
No one lives in this room
without confronting the whiteness of the wall
behind the poems, planks of books,
photographs of dead heroines.
Without contemplating last and late
the true nature of poetry. The drive
to connect. The dream of a common language.
(first two stanzas of the poem, by Adrianne Rich)
tags brainstorming:
ONE fuck you nbc, keep calm and ruin nbc into the ground, linus roache continues to be hot, mccoy: the original badass motherfucker, mike cutter is hotter than you, show: original flavor, we still miss him, when sam waterston speaks you listen (from ontdlawandorder LJ com!)
TWO obama is my homeboy, omg i'm being political, politics is my fandom, president obama (from geeky_graphics)