Sunday, April 30
the worst is over now,and we can breathe againi want to hold you highyou steal my pain awaythere's so much left to learnand noone left to fighti want to hold you highand steal your pain; 'broken' - seether.quite a sweet song, rather old i believe, and SEETHER IS WHINY!
was going to start ranting about how much i do not like analysing unseen poetry. especially not when the poem is by sylvia plath garh! i believe that both poems and prose are meant to be appreciated, enjoyed so we grasp the atmosphere it's meant to weave around us susceptibly. everything is lost if we choose to break it down word, line, stanza. why do we have to approach it with specs (subject purpose emotions craft summary) and its craft by slims (structure language imagery metaphor sounds)? doesnt anyone feel that this completely defeats the purpose of language and art?
it actually doesn't bother me much, language is not my forte anyways. & i can hardly talk about appreciating art hahahaha so nevermind.
am looking for a gamelan cd, tell me if you know where to get one? =) blargh i have nothing actually substantial to say so whatever i'll go off to practice piano. ohoh here's a quote from 'rilla of ingleside', lm montgomery. i was rather amused by it, tis about the war.
'The Germans have recaptured Premysl," said Susan despairingly, looking up from her newspaper, "and now i suppose we will have to begin calling it by that uncivilized name again. Cousin Sophia was in when the mail came and when she heard the news she hove a sigh up from the depths of her stomach, Mrs. Dr.dear, and said, 'Ah yes, and they will get Petrograd next i have no doubt." I said to her, 'My knowledge of geography is not so profound as i wish it was but i have an idea it is quite a walk from Premysl to Petrograd.' Cousin Sophia sighed again and said, 'the Grand Duke Nicholas is not the man i took him to be.' 'Do not let him know that,' said I. 'It might hurt his feelings and he has likely enough to worry him as it is.' But you cannot cheer CousinSophia up, no matter how sarcastic you are, Mrs. Dr. dear. She sighed for the third time and groaned out, 'but the Russians are retreating fast,' and I said 'Well, what of it? They have plenty of room for retreating, have they not?' "then someone says
'the thought that haunts me night and day is - will the Germans smash Russia completely and then hurl their eastern army, flushed with victory, against the western front?''They will not, Miss Oliver dear," said Susan, assuming the role of prophetess. "In the first place, the Almighty will not allow it, in the second, Grand Duke Nicholas, though he may have been a disappointment to us in some respects, knows how to run away decently and in order, and that is a very useful knowledge when Germans are chasing you."ahh a list of the instruments i wish i knew how to play:- gamelan
- yangqin
- cor anglais
- dizi
- viola
- angklung (i think my sister wants to learn too!)
i think i'll get an angklung as a birthday present for my sister. but then i was going to get another hamster for her. gah!
and of course, i wish i had perfect pitch and a nice voice. tis quite demoralizing that everyone in music has perfect pitch except yours truly. and that i can strum on the guitar but my voice CMI and i sound like a banshee. sniff. i swear i'd have been tone deaf if ma hadn't made me take up piano.
gah im slacking my life away again. shall go work. see you dears.
- limegreenpiggy.
i was green-ed at 7:50 pm
