April 2010
70 posts
… … …come weekend come
I dwell in possibility…
– Emily Dickinson (via somethingintellectual)
PotD
Just friends:
he watches my gauze dress
blowing on the line.
-Alexis Rotella, After an Affair
why hello monday, what’s out there for me?
PotD
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night
-Matthew Arnold, Dover...
PotD
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed: And love is fire. And when I say at need I love thee … mark! … I love thee—in thy sight I stand transfigured, glorified aright, With conscience of the new rays that proceed Out of my face toward thine....
on another note, we probably all want something real and wonderful, by which we...
Everything you can imagine is real.
– Pablo Picasso (via somethingintellectual)
Isn’t this something wonderful? It’s wonderful because the things I imagine can be quite wonderful. It’s wonderful because the possibility of something other than reality is wonderful. It’s also wonderful because it validates our most buried thoughts,...
Poem of the Day
In honor of spring coming…(i was going to put up From you have I been absent in the spring, by William Shakespeare, but that one’s too sad to go with spring.) this one is so cute, I want to read it to a little kid. That last stanza sounds a little jarring to me, a little too violent, I wonder if I’m reading too much into things or if it’s really as sinister as I feel it...
cutie pie
so I met this really cute guy in a law seminar these couple of weeks
he’s a double major in philosophy and economics, like me
we only know one other person who’s like that—each other
we both like philosophy better
he’s writing a philosophy ba, even though he’s not an intensive major, like me
he wants to go to law school and take lsats in the fall, like me
so...
PotD
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still ...
What I Wore: What I Wore: Cafe au Lait →
This kind of reminds me of the outfit I had on last week,
white oxford shirt over purple minidress, black vest, black tie, dark, purple tinted blazer, white knee socks, and purple flats.
As I was walking that day I thought, these are approaching the last days when I can get away with these outfits, can’t do schoolgirl out in the real world! Though I love me a costume-y outfit, even...
old age sticks up Keep Off signs)& youth yanks them down(old age cries No Tres)&(pas) youth laughs (sing old age scolds Forbid den Stop Must n’t Don’t &)youth goes right on gr owing old *
e. e. cummings
I’ve always liked this tour de force by e e cummings, and I’m especially fond of the GR in “growing old.” GRRR.
That...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without...
– (via eecummings)
I had to call hp for 2pointfucking5 hours last night in order to get a replacement battery that they’re supposed to cover under warranty. Then I went to the library until 12:40 to read, and i still have readings for law school, experimental econ, and a pset for labor due tomo. And I have no free time until 6. fml
I am rewarding myself tomo night!!!
annabel lee
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of...
hp customer services argh you’re so annoying!
PotD
This poem came up twice today. First, in philosophy reading, regarding the line, love “which alters when it alteration finds”. If Zeus presumably took on all the qualities of a woman’s husband and sleeps with her, she should theoretically not object, because he’s got all the qualities of a man she loves. Yet most people would object strongly. So even if there is no...
sooooooooooooooooo much reading, why am i on tumblr?!?!
i swear spring just brings out these little homunculus creatures inside me, springing off into different directions.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so...
– picture of dorian gray