Herr God, Herr Lucifer.
I have a fringe.
.... yeah I know.
And even more exciting, I have a shiny new laptop ^_^ thank god, my old one was positively diseased, poor thing. It survived five years of near constant use, being periodically dropped off my bed, used as a coaster and filled with crumbs - we didn't always agree, but it was damned sturdy if nothing else. Laptop has now been humanely put down. *salutes*
I've been feeling terribly emotional lately - like womany emotions. The other day I picked up Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix and read the last two pages and damn near burst into tears.
What. A. Loser.
I've also been pretty constantly filling up on Sylvia Plath poetry. She's so.... I have no words. That's probably appropriate. It's awfully easy to get caught up in her death, like sticking her head in an oven and breathing in 46 years ago was the only thing she ever really accomplished. But, I dunno, it's like Woolf and Poe and Hemingway. It's that shock of tradegy that sparks through everything they've ever done - like some people are just born with tradegy in their blood... who said that? Might have been Marla in Fightclub. Hm.
So in the spirit of recent lj entries...
don't skim it. it's good.
+_+
I Am Vertical
by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them --
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
.... yeah I know.
And even more exciting, I have a shiny new laptop ^_^ thank god, my old one was positively diseased, poor thing. It survived five years of near constant use, being periodically dropped off my bed, used as a coaster and filled with crumbs - we didn't always agree, but it was damned sturdy if nothing else. Laptop has now been humanely put down. *salutes*
I've been feeling terribly emotional lately - like womany emotions. The other day I picked up Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix and read the last two pages and damn near burst into tears.
What. A. Loser.
I've also been pretty constantly filling up on Sylvia Plath poetry. She's so.... I have no words. That's probably appropriate. It's awfully easy to get caught up in her death, like sticking her head in an oven and breathing in 46 years ago was the only thing she ever really accomplished. But, I dunno, it's like Woolf and Poe and Hemingway. It's that shock of tradegy that sparks through everything they've ever done - like some people are just born with tradegy in their blood... who said that? Might have been Marla in Fightclub. Hm.
So in the spirit of recent lj entries...
don't skim it. it's good.
+_+
I Am Vertical
by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them --
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.