March 2010
62 posts
“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming,...”
– carrie, sex and the city
This movie is so full of wonderful tension, I love it. It’s ridiculous and it’s inconvenient and it’s consuming and it’s all of those things.
When I first heard that quote on sex and the city I rolled my eyes, she delivered it in such an...
PotD
in honor of the start of my love song class (?)
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we’re apart You wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust Of yesterday The music Of the years Gone by
Frank Sinatra, Stardust
PotD
the way he does imagery is amazing, there’s no one like him. It’s lush to the maximum degree. Indulgent of the senses. If his poems were a painting, it’d be full of long, wet strokes, seamlessly changing from one color to the next.
I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and...
“When a woman changes her hair, she is about to change her life.”
– Coco Before Chanel
“We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think...”
– ART BUCHWALD
first gold
I remember reading this poem in the outsiders, it touched me so much I memorized it. Robert Frost has a power like that, like edgar allen poe or e.e.cummings, the musicality to their poems is amazing. Plus, this poem is very appropriate to the ending of my first stay at nyc.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf...
Chrysanthemum stand
I love this song, I love this translation, (but not as much as the original chinese lyrics), but I changed the line of the smile yellowing, because I think it captures it better this way. I love the thought of a smile yellowing, not literally, of course, but it describes perfectly this image of a middle aged woman, her hopes starting to run from her. Like an old photo, everything about her face...
success is counted sweetest
I’m unbelievably in shock at my grades this quarter, I honestly haven’t thought about it much, for plato on desire and nutrition, I’d have been disappointed if I didn’t receive A’s, but for the rest? I honestly would have been happy with A-’s. I’ve achieved something that I haven’t even entertained the possibility of, it’s honestly a little...
ny shopping spoils
white t shirt $5
white h&m shirt $3
clinique moisturizer $25
urban outfitters hat $5
black vest $13
purple jacket $10
striped jumper $8
plain gray t-shirt $3.50
plain yellow t-shirt $3.50
coral necklace $7
wide belt $5
brown sandals $10
black sneakers $25
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= $123
Actually...
disconnect
I’m sort of having a disconnect with one of my friends right now, our last two conversations pretty much felt like they missed the mark. I think both have to do with me worrying or complaining about things she find insignificant or not worth it. Which would be a great attitude for me to have, except…I don’t. And I tell him/her these things just to tell them, give them something...
peace
i need some of this:
Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,’ I said, ‘Such a delicate high head, All that sternness amid charm, All that sweetness amid strength?’ Ah, but peace that comes at length, Came when Time had...
sand
Sand is a common imagery in my writing, I wonder why so many are so obsessed with it. It is a nice analogy, I suppose, but so are a lot of other metaphors, none of them appeal to me as much as sand does, the way it insidiously slips through anyone’s watch, unnoticed, nothing makes me feel so much our quiet desperation.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my...
lyrics of the day
in honor of being in new york…
Yeah, Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, Now Im down in Tribeca, Right next to DeNiro, But i’ll be hood forever, I’m the new Sinatra, And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere, Yeah they love me everywhere, I used to cop in Harlem, All of my dominicanos Right there up on broadway, Brought me back to that McDonalds, Took it to my stash spot, Five...
calai04:
Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
Owl City...
the road not taken
I hope I made the right decision?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really...
“Wait, I’m for serious about this”
Ugh ugh I’m so confused. You’re a perfectly nice guy, and if not for shallow reasons also perfectly perfect, but because of these shallow reasons that I cannot get over, I have to say no. The first time so explicitly in my life. And I’m not sure how I feel about this. Part of me wants to call you back, but that would be using you, and every sign you’ve given me indicates...
a pretty a day
Pretty much I just like the sound of e. e. cummings, I don’t really get them, but they read like nursery rhymes…also, the title is quite fitting for my poem of the day tradition
a pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away (but born are maids to flower an hour in all,all) o yes to flower until so blithe a doer a wooer some limber and lithe some very fine mower a tall;tall some...
PotD
—because winter lapsed these past days, as imperceptibly as ever (but not as grief?…though perhaps as grief, given that I think I suffer from mild seasonal affective disorder, hahaha)
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon...
c: dude that is quite different.
me: just thought i'd share
c: I feel like you don't exude whoreness
PotD
this poem pretty much captures my day thus far
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach The indolent wretches who shirk. No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fight It’s the slackers who go to the wall; So though it’s my shame I perversely proclaim It’s fine to do nothing at all.
—Robert...
“Drenched in Manila Twilight.”
– Owl City
It’s been so long since I’ve been drenched in any kind of soft sunlight, wonder how sunsets over the nyc skyline look?
“are you a philosopher?”
– what my philosophy professors’ son asked me last night at dinner
poem of the day
In honor of seeing the film Coco Before Chanel, a verse that the mademoiselle herself would have probably hated:
From each she nicely culls with curious toil,
And decks the goddess with the glitt’ring spoil.
This casket India’s glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoise here and elephant unite,
Transform’d to combs, the speckled and the...
“I don’t understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a...”
– Coco Chanel
it's 4:39 am
what am I still doing up?
why hello, radiator, have you decided to suddenly work now that it’s 50 degrees outside?
The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
(because this is the poem used in the book I am giving my professor’s son, an adorable philosophy prodigy in the making)
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
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so...
poem of the day
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys,...
fml of the day.
I stayed until 1am in the library last night so I can write two of my outlines for my two office hours today, I got home, set my alarm for 7:21, and FORGOT TO TURN IT ON.
I woke up at 9 today, missed my first office hours, and went to my second, where the professor didn’t even show up.
I really annoy myself sometimes.
YOUR ABCs
A - is for the last person that made you ANGRY: myself
B - is for BEER you prefer:none
C - is for do you have a CAT? no but i wish i did!
D - is for can you DANCE? i certainly hope so
E - is for do you have your EARS pierced? no
F - is for your best FRIEND? confidential!
G - is for did you ever watch GUTS on Nickelodeon? no
H - is for the last person who HUGGED you? helzer
I -...
