1. music in emails. every monday. without fail.
2. honey in my tea
3. my bomber jacket
4. talking to colleen
5. talking to my mom
6. hanging with the pups
7. traveling
8. burritos
9. instant sleep
10. quality time
11. live performance
bonne nuit.
She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. -Wilco.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
POetry.
One of the things I honestly really love is when poems are read out loud. If it's me whose doing the reading or otherwise, I'm cool. During my third year of high school I finally decided to take performing more seriously. I added Forensics (aka Speech Team) to my repertoire of activities and found myself filling the PO spot (Poetic Oration). It was then that I loved TS Eliot. It was then that I loved the cadence of language. It was then that I realized my passion for performing.
And every time I read Eliot's poems, and especially when I reread The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, I am turned. Perhaps it's because it was my first Eliot poem, but regardless of any of that, this poem speaks to my very core. I've discussed it at length many times and have even written about it once or twice in this blog and others. This line, "And time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred vision and revisions" causes my being to pulsate.
And every time I read Eliot's poems, and especially when I reread The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, I am turned. Perhaps it's because it was my first Eliot poem, but regardless of any of that, this poem speaks to my very core. I've discussed it at length many times and have even written about it once or twice in this blog and others. This line, "And time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred vision and revisions" causes my being to pulsate.
And would it have been worth it, after all, | |
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, | |
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, | |
Would it have been worth while, | 90 |
To have bitten off the matter with a smile, | |
To have squeezed the universe into a ball | |
To roll it toward some overwhelming question, | |
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, | |
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— | 95 |
If one, settling a pillow by her head, | |
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. | |
That is not it, at all.” |
Five
Things. I. Love.
1. bicycle rides when it's 65 and sunny
2. gelato
3. unexpected hangouts
4. following through
5. belonging
i forgot how much i love writing these short lists. today i went through some old emails from a good friend of mine, and finally downloaded all the music i've been waiting to listen to from said emails. how much do i love paul asjes' weekly monday music emails? hint, it'll be in my next five things.
1. bicycle rides when it's 65 and sunny
2. gelato
3. unexpected hangouts
4. following through
5. belonging
i forgot how much i love writing these short lists. today i went through some old emails from a good friend of mine, and finally downloaded all the music i've been waiting to listen to from said emails. how much do i love paul asjes' weekly monday music emails? hint, it'll be in my next five things.
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