Well, well, well…. I cannot believe I have not updated for 42 days (thanks Char, you’ve saved me from counting up the days myself)… I must admit, not updating is very naughty but not updating in December…. That is truly terrible! December is my month! The month of birthdays, of Christmas and of summer! So I shall tell you about all the exciting happenings that happened attributing to the fact that I had no time to update in my beloved December (well apart from now because it is in fact still December but it’s the end of the month so it doesn’t count)….
First of all…. Tum tiddly tum…. Exams… Yes exams…. I was one of those unlucky people who had exams in December and I am bitter about that. Instead of having one exam like my fantastically amazing Latin chums, I had two. Six hours of hell. First there was the Latin exam and I have to admit it actually wasn’t that bad, which was very surprising. I wrote too much on the Aeneid but hey I had too much to say…. The translation and comprehension didn’t make much sense but that’s ok… That’s what it’s like all the time. Plus I got to use my creative licence and the outcome is usually brilliant so fingers crossed…..
Secondly, the day that makes December so fabulous: My Birthday
Well for all of those who didn’t know (and those of you who do know), it was my birthday on the 19th of December…. And this is getting really boring so I’ll put it into a lovely concise format that goes like this:
It was sunny in the morning and quite possibly the hottest day all December, consisting of a nice 21C.
I got to spend it with some lovely people and they doted on me all day (unnecessary attention I think).
So yeah…
Then Christmas!!!! Another quite hot day, beautiful food and more lovely people…
Moving on to summer…. As I look out my window and marvel at the exquisite dash of red in the pohutukawa tree, I tell myself it is not summer. Because beyond those lovely crimson flowers there are grey clouds and surrounding the stunning scarlet is cool air. No sun and no warmth.
This is so uninspiring… O well I’ll see you guys in 2007!
Ciao xoxo
Ali-Belly
sábado, diciembre 30, 2006
lunes, noviembre 06, 2006
Why do people ask dumb questions?
That in itself is a dumb question... I mean come on! Everyone knows that it's because they're dumb... Which I take back entirely... They are not dumb, just.... intellectually challenged. Which I take back again because I just asked a dumb question before in asking why people ask dumb questions, so I'll start again.
People ask dumb questions because someone needs to... There are some things out there that we just never question, believing that we know the answer without even asking the question.
But seriously, dumb questions have challenged humankind since the inventor of the wheel asked: “So when are you going to add the corners?” And upon finding a groovy little book entitled “A little book of dumb questions”, in my father’s “Counselling and psychoanalysis research” Bookcase (which is a little weird… but then I figured out that perhaps while counselling, people ask him dumb questions, or that while researching he asks dumb questions and just keeps the book there for reference… But when I asked him, all he asked me was: “Are you the author of that book?” to which I replied: “Are you going to write a sequel?” We have funny conversations, my father and I.) I was thrown into a world of such beautifully succinct questions that pretty much summed up life on earth. Anyway… After reading the introduction that stated that a room full of monkeys wrote the book, I found myself getting quite excited, enthralled at the prospect of reading such an intelligent read… And despite them being pretty much the dumbest questions of all time, they were actually quite profound.
People ask dumb questions because someone needs to... There are some things out there that we just never question, believing that we know the answer without even asking the question.
But seriously, dumb questions have challenged humankind since the inventor of the wheel asked: “So when are you going to add the corners?” And upon finding a groovy little book entitled “A little book of dumb questions”, in my father’s “Counselling and psychoanalysis research” Bookcase (which is a little weird… but then I figured out that perhaps while counselling, people ask him dumb questions, or that while researching he asks dumb questions and just keeps the book there for reference… But when I asked him, all he asked me was: “Are you the author of that book?” to which I replied: “Are you going to write a sequel?” We have funny conversations, my father and I.) I was thrown into a world of such beautifully succinct questions that pretty much summed up life on earth. Anyway… After reading the introduction that stated that a room full of monkeys wrote the book, I found myself getting quite excited, enthralled at the prospect of reading such an intelligent read… And despite them being pretty much the dumbest questions of all time, they were actually quite profound.
Here are some of my favourites:
- If Barbie is so popular, why do we have to buy her friends?
- If money is the root of all evil, why do churches want it so badly?
- Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavour while washing up liquid is made with real lemons?
- Can you imagine a world with no hypothetical situations?
- If nothing sticks to Teflon, how do they make Teflon stick to the pan?
- If you tied buttered toast to the back of a cat and dropped it from a great height, what would happen?
- Why are they called apartments if they’re stuck together?
- If a person with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?
- If you try to fail, and succeed, which one have you done?
- If the earth didn’t suck, would we fall off?
- If olive oil comes from squeezing olives, how do they make baby oil?
- When an agnostic dies, do they go to the “great perhaps”?
- If you have a mid-life crisis while playing hide and seek, do you automatically lose because you can’t find yourself?
- What’s the word for when you can’t remember the word?
- Isn’t it worrying that doctors call what they do “practice”?
- Hehe… Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
- Whose cruel idea was it for the word ‘lisp’ to have an ‘s’ in it?
- If a man talks in a forest and there’s no woman there to contradict him, is he still wrong?
- If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren’t people from Holland called Holes?
- How deeper would the sea be without sponges?
- If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t more people happy?
- If a tree falls in a forest and there’s no one there to hear it, do the other trees laugh?
- Why isn’t phonetic spelt the way it sounds?
- Do you realise how many holes there would be if people could be bothered to take the dirt out of them?
- Are people more violently opposed to fur than leather because it’s much easier to harass little old ladies than motorcycle gangs?
- Should crematoriums give discounts for burns victims?
- Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?
- What if the lid of a milk carton said: “Open somewhere else”?
- Do radioactive cats have 18 lives?
- If vampires can’t see their own reflections, why is their hair always so tidy?
- Did God invent alcohol so ugly people can have sex too?
- If the pen is mightier than a sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, then how dangerous is a fax?
- If everything is a part of a whole, what is a whole part of?
- Can sexual harassment at work be a problem if you’re self-employed?
- If beauty is only skin deep, do ugly people look attractive if you remove their skin?
- If all generalisations are false, is this one true?
Oh dear… Some people are weird… I particularly like the 'pulling off people's skin to make them look beautiful' one... I should try that one time... On others not on me.... You should see some of the ones I didn't right on my blog... Some of them were quite crude!
Oooooooooo some food for thought... The Thought Police… Wouldn’t it be great if there was a department, a secret department, in the NZ police who could hear your thoughts… No… Absolutely not! That would be a breach of human rights… But wouldn’t it be cool if you yourself could hear other people’s thoughts?.. But of course it would have to be like in Harry Potter where you can also block invaders into your mind… But anyway you could hear what people are thinking and therefore restrict them or punish them for thinking what they're thinking... Like don't you just hate it when you're walking down the street and these random guys say: "Damn you're fine" and all you want to do is slap them in the face and ask them why the hell they thought that it would be beneficial to me to know that I was “fine”? I was fine until you opened your mouth matey… Some people just have no respect at all… But the good thing about being able to hear their thoughts is that you could stop them saying it before they opened their mouths… Plus the reason why they say things like that is because they are unable to have a proper conversation with females… O what fun… Although there are some people’s mind that I would not like to read…
Secondly, Family Guy… What is with that programme?! I don’t understand it at all… Apart from that it epitomises the stereotype of the typical American male: whiney, annoying and entirely crude… Oh and stupid… Almost forgot that one…
Wow this has been quite an anti-male post… I apologise…
Anyway I have got to go because I'm whipping out for my Monday summer hockey game, well the fact it's absolutely POURING down with rain and is freezing cold kind of defeats the purpose of the summer part so I shall see you later...
Oooooooooo some food for thought... The Thought Police… Wouldn’t it be great if there was a department, a secret department, in the NZ police who could hear your thoughts… No… Absolutely not! That would be a breach of human rights… But wouldn’t it be cool if you yourself could hear other people’s thoughts?.. But of course it would have to be like in Harry Potter where you can also block invaders into your mind… But anyway you could hear what people are thinking and therefore restrict them or punish them for thinking what they're thinking... Like don't you just hate it when you're walking down the street and these random guys say: "Damn you're fine" and all you want to do is slap them in the face and ask them why the hell they thought that it would be beneficial to me to know that I was “fine”? I was fine until you opened your mouth matey… Some people just have no respect at all… But the good thing about being able to hear their thoughts is that you could stop them saying it before they opened their mouths… Plus the reason why they say things like that is because they are unable to have a proper conversation with females… O what fun… Although there are some people’s mind that I would not like to read…
Secondly, Family Guy… What is with that programme?! I don’t understand it at all… Apart from that it epitomises the stereotype of the typical American male: whiney, annoying and entirely crude… Oh and stupid… Almost forgot that one…
Wow this has been quite an anti-male post… I apologise…
Anyway I have got to go because I'm whipping out for my Monday summer hockey game, well the fact it's absolutely POURING down with rain and is freezing cold kind of defeats the purpose of the summer part so I shall see you later...
Ciao xxx
P.S. I hope you're at school tomorrow Char because I was lost without you!
viernes, noviembre 03, 2006
Can't be bothered writing an actual post so here are some poems instead...
My Butterfly
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Save only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)
Save only me
There is none left to mourn thee in the fields.
The gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;
Its two banks have not shut upon the river;
But it is long ago--
It seems forever--
Since first I saw thee glance,
With all thy dazzling other ones,
In airy dalliance,
Precipitate in love,
Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,
Like a linp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.
When that was, the soft mist
Of my regret hung not on all the land,
And I was glad for thee,
And glad for me, I wist.
Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,
That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,
With those great careless wings,
Nor yet did I.
And there were other things:
It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:
Then fearful he had let thee win
Too far beyond him to be gathered in,
Snatched thee, o'er eager, with ungentle gasp.
Ah! I remember me
How once conspiracy was rife
Against my life--
The languor of it and the dreaming fond;
Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought,
The breeze three odours brought,
And a gem-flower waved in a wand!
Then when I was distraught
And could not speak,
Sidelong, full on my cheek,
What should that reckless zephyr fling
But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!
I found that wing broken today!
For thou art dead, I said,
And the strange birds say.
I found it with the withered leaves
Under the eaves.
Robert Frost
AND
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat,
And slender hairs cast shadows though but small,
And bees have stings although they be not great.
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs.
And love is love in beggars and in kings.
Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords.
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move.
The firmest faith is in the fewest words.
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love.
True hearts have eyes and ears,no tongues to speak:
They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break.
Sir Edward Dyer
Oooo and this song because it's my favourite in the whole entire world
She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love and love is no more.
Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go
A-picking the beautiful prim-rose
The more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full.
It's out of those roses she made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She laid her down, no word she spoke
Until this fair maid's heart was broke.
She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love and love is no more.
lunes, octubre 30, 2006
The Low Down on the EXTREMELY interesting happenings of the past week...
It has been a week... Yes a week... Such a long time... So much can happen in a week, like I could totally overthrow the democratic system in NZ... Oooo and I could bewitch a pod of dolphins into a colony of mermaids and then live with them under the sea in their beautifully intricate castles of shells and jewels and other shiny things and pretty colours and exquisite music with perfect little trills and other decorative flourishes... Oh and I could also redetermine that school is a COMPLETE waste of time... Oooo and how could I forget... Johnny Coltrane is a genius (and so is Michael Frenti- "we can bomb the world to pieces but we can't bomb it into peace")... So cool...
Here's how it went...
School- Work- School- Work- School- School- Music- Photography- Music- Latin- More Music
Such an interesting week... O yes it was... Such a beautiful little arrangement there... O yes you are... Yes you are... Yes... Don't argue with me you spineless evil excuse for a timetable...
Jeez some people....
I'm sorry yes I am tired... Extremely so... I blame Laurence... But only because I am one of those people who don't like admitting defeat... Especially that it's my fault that everything has gone wrong and the entire world is about to explode because it's tired of the waves of uselessness I seem to exude... But o well...
O yes Char's party was a blast... Silly Chris... You'd think he was a pyromaniac... Unless... Is he? Hmmm interesting thought... A revelation of revelations....
Halloween tomorrow... I don't like Halloween at all. I think it is just an excuse to make the children of the world fat and unhealthy and completely introverted and scarred for life. I mean what's with sending our kids out the door, saying "Have a nice time" while thinking "Am I ever going to see sweet Sarah and brilliant Bob ever again, because I am sending them out into the DARK, into the STREETS riddled with murderers and psychos, and forcing them upon unsuspecting victims who open their doors expecting the postman when really they are bombarded with streams of children wanting lollies... What could stop those people from taking my poor children?! O woe is me!" Personally, I think that if people continue to celebrate Halloween, instead of "candy", the children should be given a stick of celery... Or a lettuce... Or even a BOWL of salad... How lucky would those children be? Their teeth and faces will be saved from complete mutilation and horrid destruction... Plus, it's much better for the environment when the kids decide to throw away their "loot" at the end of the night (because they're already feeling sick)... If the earth had to choose between being covered in celery or suger infested sweets, I'm pretty sure the earth would choose the celery.
THANKFULLY I'm working tomorrow night so I don't have to listen to the countless children coming to the door whining: "Trick or Treat?" And me standing there thinking: "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" And trying not to stick a sign up on my gate stating: "Come through here and our big, ghastly and EVIL dog will eat you alive. Have a nice day :)"... But I did think that the Governor General was having a Halloween Party... I even thought that he could dress up like a pumpkin (the reasons are rather obvious)... I was even kindof excited by the prospect of a Halloween Party... Imagine the Helen Clark posing as Frankenstien... Oh that would be convincing!... But no the Prince and the Princess of the Netherlands are coming to dinner... So that should be interesting in itself...
Gosh I'm rambling... I'm tired... Needless to say because I have been and still am tired I have constantly been logadaedelating... Hell I even logadaedelated the logadaedelis...
I need help...
O well that's life...
Ciao xxx
Here's how it went...
School- Work- School- Work- School- School- Music- Photography- Music- Latin- More Music
Such an interesting week... O yes it was... Such a beautiful little arrangement there... O yes you are... Yes you are... Yes... Don't argue with me you spineless evil excuse for a timetable...
Jeez some people....
I'm sorry yes I am tired... Extremely so... I blame Laurence... But only because I am one of those people who don't like admitting defeat... Especially that it's my fault that everything has gone wrong and the entire world is about to explode because it's tired of the waves of uselessness I seem to exude... But o well...
O yes Char's party was a blast... Silly Chris... You'd think he was a pyromaniac... Unless... Is he? Hmmm interesting thought... A revelation of revelations....
Halloween tomorrow... I don't like Halloween at all. I think it is just an excuse to make the children of the world fat and unhealthy and completely introverted and scarred for life. I mean what's with sending our kids out the door, saying "Have a nice time" while thinking "Am I ever going to see sweet Sarah and brilliant Bob ever again, because I am sending them out into the DARK, into the STREETS riddled with murderers and psychos, and forcing them upon unsuspecting victims who open their doors expecting the postman when really they are bombarded with streams of children wanting lollies... What could stop those people from taking my poor children?! O woe is me!" Personally, I think that if people continue to celebrate Halloween, instead of "candy", the children should be given a stick of celery... Or a lettuce... Or even a BOWL of salad... How lucky would those children be? Their teeth and faces will be saved from complete mutilation and horrid destruction... Plus, it's much better for the environment when the kids decide to throw away their "loot" at the end of the night (because they're already feeling sick)... If the earth had to choose between being covered in celery or suger infested sweets, I'm pretty sure the earth would choose the celery.
THANKFULLY I'm working tomorrow night so I don't have to listen to the countless children coming to the door whining: "Trick or Treat?" And me standing there thinking: "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" And trying not to stick a sign up on my gate stating: "Come through here and our big, ghastly and EVIL dog will eat you alive. Have a nice day :)"... But I did think that the Governor General was having a Halloween Party... I even thought that he could dress up like a pumpkin (the reasons are rather obvious)... I was even kindof excited by the prospect of a Halloween Party... Imagine the Helen Clark posing as Frankenstien... Oh that would be convincing!... But no the Prince and the Princess of the Netherlands are coming to dinner... So that should be interesting in itself...
Gosh I'm rambling... I'm tired... Needless to say because I have been and still am tired I have constantly been logadaedelating... Hell I even logadaedelated the logadaedelis...
I need help...
O well that's life...
Ciao xxx
lunes, octubre 23, 2006
Thankyou guys!
I really must thank those of you who have been so supportive of me in my time of need... Especially Laurence and Kelda... (well you are the only ones who know (those that I've told anyway) at this point in time)
THANKYOU!!!!!
Without trying to sound religious or anything, I feel blessed to have friends like you.
A poem just for you guys... not that inspirational but that's what you are to me...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. I did not mean this blog to sound so...hmmm... religious... But I think that heaven can exist without a God... and anyway, who's to say that heaven exists because there is a "God"...
And plus who can define heaven anyway? It means and represents many different things to each of us...
THANKYOU!!!!!
Without trying to sound religious or anything, I feel blessed to have friends like you.
"I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends,
I am surrounded by angels,
But I call them friends."
I am surrounded by angels,
But I call them friends."
A poem just for you guys... not that inspirational but that's what you are to me...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. I did not mean this blog to sound so...hmmm... religious... But I think that heaven can exist without a God... and anyway, who's to say that heaven exists because there is a "God"...
And plus who can define heaven anyway? It means and represents many different things to each of us...
domingo, octubre 22, 2006
Exciting News Everyone!!!
The thing that I have been waiting for for soooo long has finally been given to me! Yes! Wahooo! I will be attending a wedding....
My own!....
No just kidding (sorry Laurence if I freaked you out)... my father and Nicky are FINALLY getting married. It's going to be so cute... A beach wedding; white sand, white dress, light zephyr, smiles, sun, red flowers.... oh so lovely....
Ahhhhhh I'm so excited! Anyhu back to music...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. Oh and something that is not exciting is... Nick texted me last night and again today... I will not repeat what he said for it has some... inappropriate language.... and it's too traumatising to relive... I seriously dislike him... And that is all i have to say on the matter... Apart from i wish Nick would forget-me...
My own!....
No just kidding (sorry Laurence if I freaked you out)... my father and Nicky are FINALLY getting married. It's going to be so cute... A beach wedding; white sand, white dress, light zephyr, smiles, sun, red flowers.... oh so lovely....
Ahhhhhh I'm so excited! Anyhu back to music...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. Oh and something that is not exciting is... Nick texted me last night and again today... I will not repeat what he said for it has some... inappropriate language.... and it's too traumatising to relive... I seriously dislike him... And that is all i have to say on the matter... Apart from i wish Nick would forget-me...
Note this day in your diaries peoples (well at least those of you who care)
I am listening to Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra, and it seems that i have changed my mind....
I actually like it again.........
Anyway back to work
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
I actually like it again.........
Anyway back to work
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
Procrastination and a random Marxist philosopher
I knew this blog would be a bad idea… Right now I’m writing this post instead of doing my music assignment because the music assignment is sooooo boring. What is up with boring assignments? Why can’t they make them more interesting… Let it be a form of creative incubation….
Anyway I’m feeling sick today… Not a nice feeling… Sore back, sore shoulders, sore head… feeling kind of dizzy… But that’s life, you have to get on with it especially when you’re supposed to be doing work… O well…
It’s raining again… I like it when it rains… It’s cosy… If only Laurence was here… A cute little poem always makes things better… such as this one by Robert Louis Stevenson…
I think I have procrastinated enough and now I really must get back to it... Well at least try...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. I forgot to write something insightful... Did you know that a philosopher that believed heavily in Marxism came up with the idea is that things only exist as they as to us because we made them that way? Take a horse for example, he believed that we made the horse, because we named it so... Then the question arises if we did not name the four legged, long nosed, neighing animal, a horse, what would it be?
To quote Shakespeare: "A rose with any other name would smell as sweet." To us, a horse is a horse because it is named that way... In essence a horse would still be the same thing but because it would not be named 'a horse' it would not be a horse... Get it?
Anyway I’m feeling sick today… Not a nice feeling… Sore back, sore shoulders, sore head… feeling kind of dizzy… But that’s life, you have to get on with it especially when you’re supposed to be doing work… O well…
It’s raining again… I like it when it rains… It’s cosy… If only Laurence was here… A cute little poem always makes things better… such as this one by Robert Louis Stevenson…
"The rain is raining all around,
it falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea."
it falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea."
I think I have procrastinated enough and now I really must get back to it... Well at least try...
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. I forgot to write something insightful... Did you know that a philosopher that believed heavily in Marxism came up with the idea is that things only exist as they as to us because we made them that way? Take a horse for example, he believed that we made the horse, because we named it so... Then the question arises if we did not name the four legged, long nosed, neighing animal, a horse, what would it be?
To quote Shakespeare: "A rose with any other name would smell as sweet." To us, a horse is a horse because it is named that way... In essence a horse would still be the same thing but because it would not be named 'a horse' it would not be a horse... Get it?
sábado, octubre 21, 2006
Contemplation: Good or Bad?
What is contemplation? Contemplation comes from the Latin root templum, and means to separate something from its environment. In a religious sense it is a type of prayer or meditation. In a non-religious sense, contemplation means “to think steadily” or “to consider with attention”. We hear about it being an act of positive self affirmation, or thinking positively or neutrally about something, hell even ‘Navajo’ (a band) has dedicated an entire album to contemplative music.
But is contemplation a good thing, when it only leaves our hearts aching? When it leaves us crying? When it raises questions we don’t want to answer? Where else can we draw the line between negative and positive contemplation but the line at which we decide what makes us happy.
Yet it’s not so black and white.
How do we know what makes us happy, when so often it also makes us sad? Why is it that love is filled with happiness but it also is overflowing with sadness?… Why is it that thinking about being happy often leaves us dejected and gloomy, with an ache in the heart that doesn’t go away?… I guess the only answer to this riddle is that there is no answer… And that the only thing that will provide even a ounce of sense is contemplation itself…
"Look at the flowers, so faithful to what is earthly,
to whom we lend fate from the very border of fate.
And if they are sad about how they must wither and die,
perhaps it is our vocation to be their regret.
All Things want to fly. Only we are weighed down by desire
caught in ourselves and enthralled with our heaviness.
Oh what consuming, negative teachers we are
for them, while eternal childhood fills them with grace.
If someone were to fall into intimate slumber, and slept
deeply with Things-:how easily he would come
to a different day, out of the mutual depth.
Or perhaps he would stay there; and they would blossom
and praise
their newest convert, who now is like one of them,
all those silent companions in the wind of the meadows."
Sorry about that… Just had to get it off my chest… Plus I needed a distraction from my incredibly boring music assignment…
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. Hehehe my father is thinking about doing some more post grad. work... Specifically, the effects of music on the maintenance of depression in adolescent males... That could be a very interesting read....
But is contemplation a good thing, when it only leaves our hearts aching? When it leaves us crying? When it raises questions we don’t want to answer? Where else can we draw the line between negative and positive contemplation but the line at which we decide what makes us happy.
Yet it’s not so black and white.
How do we know what makes us happy, when so often it also makes us sad? Why is it that love is filled with happiness but it also is overflowing with sadness?… Why is it that thinking about being happy often leaves us dejected and gloomy, with an ache in the heart that doesn’t go away?… I guess the only answer to this riddle is that there is no answer… And that the only thing that will provide even a ounce of sense is contemplation itself…
"Look at the flowers, so faithful to what is earthly,
to whom we lend fate from the very border of fate.
And if they are sad about how they must wither and die,
perhaps it is our vocation to be their regret.
All Things want to fly. Only we are weighed down by desire
caught in ourselves and enthralled with our heaviness.
Oh what consuming, negative teachers we are
for them, while eternal childhood fills them with grace.
If someone were to fall into intimate slumber, and slept
deeply with Things-:how easily he would come
to a different day, out of the mutual depth.
Or perhaps he would stay there; and they would blossom
and praise
their newest convert, who now is like one of them,
all those silent companions in the wind of the meadows."
Sorry about that… Just had to get it off my chest… Plus I needed a distraction from my incredibly boring music assignment…
Forget-me-not
Ciao xxx
P.S. Hehehe my father is thinking about doing some more post grad. work... Specifically, the effects of music on the maintenance of depression in adolescent males... That could be a very interesting read....
Shock Horror!!!
Shock Horror!!! No this is not a dream! (though if you are dreaming of me…keep dreaming) Yes I, Alexandra Smith, have finally made a blog. I admit defeat… I have surrendered my soul to the horrors of peer-pressure, to experience delight in posting the mundane events of my life on the internet. It is almost as bad as wearing black skinny leg jeans (Go Tradg!) with no top on… Yes, I know you have no idea what I am talking about… Thank goodness I do know what I’m talking about… This is catastrophic! As soon as I open my mouth (or in this case let loose on a keyboard) things turn from bad to worse…
Anyway lets move on before things get awkward… O the interesting things that have happened to me today! Such joy! Such happiness! I hope you note I’m being the most sarcastic I’ve ever been in my entire life… I woke up with a splitting headache, when I finally persuaded myself to go and get some Panadol, I was shouted at by my rude little sister, which made my head pound more and more, as though it was keeping in rhythm with an unheard drum… and then the dimmest, most spiteful young man threw a rock at our front window! Thankfully it didn’t break (the window not the rock) but all I wanted to do was to go outside, pick up that rock, throw it at him, hit him in the head, making him dazed, which would mean he would then walk onto the road, and hopefully get hit by a bus. But no, I’m not a violent person (…she shifts uncomfortably as many an eyebrow flies through the roof and disbelieving looks perforate the intense darkness and sadistic realms of her mind…), so I would not do that… Honestly… But man, it just made my head hurt more and I believe in self-defence and if there is ever a time to defend yourself, it is when a callous, heartless, pathetic excuse for a human being throws rocks at your windows…
Aaaaaaanyway, moving on… Last night I went out to dinner and a movie with Laurence… He’s such a gentleman… It was one of those Italian Film Festival ones, “13 at a table”, and it was quite a stunning film, really rather beautiful. It made me want to move to Italy (although I have wanted to do that for a very, very long time, so it didn‘t really make me want to. I guess it just made me re-realise my dreams, rebuild that foundation for the future) but then again many good films have made me want to move to the place where they’re set… I mean, take “Lord of the Rings” for example. It made me want to move to Middle Earth until I realised that it wasn’t actually a real place, and then after this epiphany it made me want to move to New Zealand, until I realised I actually already lived here… Yes, I am blonde.
Anyway back to this film, the storyline was quite simplistic but so effective… Sad but so happy… I won’t bore you with a lengthy synopsis (lengthy kind of defeats the purpose of it being a synopsis but who cares) or an in depth analysis of character, symbolism or significance of setting or any of that sort of stuff but I do want to highlight one thing… This film is about Love.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, Love with a capital letter. The thing you need the most, the thing that needs you the most. This film helped me cement something I had thought of a while ago… That no matter how long Love lasts, or what type of Love it is/was, it provides a sense of completion. Giulio (the main character), before he met the beautiful Anna was a nobody, just a breath on reality. But as he fell in love with her, deeply and completely, he became someone… Love is a silent whisper to penetrate melancholy isolation… I know this is a bit abstract (even though I’ve tried to put it simply as possible) and a lot of you won’t understand it… But hey, you will sometime. Rilke can explain it far better than I can…
Anyway lets move on before things get awkward… O the interesting things that have happened to me today! Such joy! Such happiness! I hope you note I’m being the most sarcastic I’ve ever been in my entire life… I woke up with a splitting headache, when I finally persuaded myself to go and get some Panadol, I was shouted at by my rude little sister, which made my head pound more and more, as though it was keeping in rhythm with an unheard drum… and then the dimmest, most spiteful young man threw a rock at our front window! Thankfully it didn’t break (the window not the rock) but all I wanted to do was to go outside, pick up that rock, throw it at him, hit him in the head, making him dazed, which would mean he would then walk onto the road, and hopefully get hit by a bus. But no, I’m not a violent person (…she shifts uncomfortably as many an eyebrow flies through the roof and disbelieving looks perforate the intense darkness and sadistic realms of her mind…), so I would not do that… Honestly… But man, it just made my head hurt more and I believe in self-defence and if there is ever a time to defend yourself, it is when a callous, heartless, pathetic excuse for a human being throws rocks at your windows…
Aaaaaaanyway, moving on… Last night I went out to dinner and a movie with Laurence… He’s such a gentleman… It was one of those Italian Film Festival ones, “13 at a table”, and it was quite a stunning film, really rather beautiful. It made me want to move to Italy (although I have wanted to do that for a very, very long time, so it didn‘t really make me want to. I guess it just made me re-realise my dreams, rebuild that foundation for the future) but then again many good films have made me want to move to the place where they’re set… I mean, take “Lord of the Rings” for example. It made me want to move to Middle Earth until I realised that it wasn’t actually a real place, and then after this epiphany it made me want to move to New Zealand, until I realised I actually already lived here… Yes, I am blonde.
Anyway back to this film, the storyline was quite simplistic but so effective… Sad but so happy… I won’t bore you with a lengthy synopsis (lengthy kind of defeats the purpose of it being a synopsis but who cares) or an in depth analysis of character, symbolism or significance of setting or any of that sort of stuff but I do want to highlight one thing… This film is about Love.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, Love with a capital letter. The thing you need the most, the thing that needs you the most. This film helped me cement something I had thought of a while ago… That no matter how long Love lasts, or what type of Love it is/was, it provides a sense of completion. Giulio (the main character), before he met the beautiful Anna was a nobody, just a breath on reality. But as he fell in love with her, deeply and completely, he became someone… Love is a silent whisper to penetrate melancholy isolation… I know this is a bit abstract (even though I’ve tried to put it simply as possible) and a lot of you won’t understand it… But hey, you will sometime. Rilke can explain it far better than I can…
“How can I keep my soul in me,
so that it doesn't touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.”
so that it doesn't touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.”
Anyway, I better go and do some work before I get tooooo sentimental.
Forget-me-not
Ciao
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