Odds And Ends. Also Poetry.
I walked into the Liberal Arts building today to find that it had been attacked by what could only have been a disgruntled office supply clerk. Yellow post-it notes clung to every available surface, fluttering like a flock of lunatic canaries every time a new rush of people came through the big double doors.
On closer inspection, though, it turned out that they all had writing on them, in all sorts of different handwriting. It turns out that the English Department laid out stacks of Post-its and sharpies all over the building and asked students to write their favorite bit of poetry (or song lyrics) and stick it somewhere in the hallways. My class was at eleven, but my sharpie-armed peers had already gone crazy. We had everything from Milton to the Decemberists, Emily Dickinson to John Lennon.
Here are a few of my favorites:
"Thou answerest
them only with
spring."
-Found in the ladies' bathroom. I'm sure Cummings would be very proud.
"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?"
-I didn't get five steps in before I was beset by Ginsberg. We're lucky the Department didn't give us chalk, or, Liberal Arts students being what they are, someone would have been outside scrawling Howl across the sidewalk.
"We climbed, he first and I behind, until,
through a small round opening ahead of us
I saw the lovely things the heavens hold,
and we came out to see once more the stars."
-I can't help but feel that Dante is cheating, somehow. XD
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
-Had it come from anyone else, the sound I emitted upon seeing this could accurately be described as a squeal. But since it was me, it wasn't. Really. Tolkien, why so fangirl-able?
And here was mine!
I stuck it on the wall in the outside courtyard.
While we're on the subject of poetry, holy crap, Hetalia f-list, I just noticed that Chicago, by Carl Sandberg, is, like, so America it's kind of ridiculous.
"Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,
And under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!"
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Also, I'm watching Glee, and Jesus Christ, I ship Finn/Kurt so hard it hurts.
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On closer inspection, though, it turned out that they all had writing on them, in all sorts of different handwriting. It turns out that the English Department laid out stacks of Post-its and sharpies all over the building and asked students to write their favorite bit of poetry (or song lyrics) and stick it somewhere in the hallways. My class was at eleven, but my sharpie-armed peers had already gone crazy. We had everything from Milton to the Decemberists, Emily Dickinson to John Lennon.
Here are a few of my favorites:
"Thou answerest
them only with
spring."
-Found in the ladies' bathroom. I'm sure Cummings would be very proud.
"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?"
-I didn't get five steps in before I was beset by Ginsberg. We're lucky the Department didn't give us chalk, or, Liberal Arts students being what they are, someone would have been outside scrawling Howl across the sidewalk.
"We climbed, he first and I behind, until,
through a small round opening ahead of us
I saw the lovely things the heavens hold,
and we came out to see once more the stars."
-I can't help but feel that Dante is cheating, somehow. XD
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
-Had it come from anyone else, the sound I emitted upon seeing this could accurately be described as a squeal. But since it was me, it wasn't. Really. Tolkien, why so fangirl-able?
And here was mine!
I stuck it on the wall in the outside courtyard.
While we're on the subject of poetry, holy crap, Hetalia f-list, I just noticed that Chicago, by Carl Sandberg, is, like, so America it's kind of ridiculous.
"Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,
And under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!"
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Also, I'm watching Glee, and Jesus Christ, I ship Finn/Kurt so hard it hurts.
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