almost mid-week!
Sep. 9th, 2008 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigAn hour or so to Wednesday and half the week would be over! I have a philosophy essay due on Friday and have to try to complete that while scheduling in the Thursday screening of The Hours. =A=;; Life is not getting easier by the day, but I'll just take whatever it throws at me.
So a little breather before I plunge back into the sea of possibility. I mused to Prof Ang that I can't seem to escape from ships and the ocean this semester. Hyogo Ship, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Wreck of the Deustchland(sic), me dreaming of ships sinking and people drowning - all very wet, and very dreary but all things are interconnected and well. I do like the sea and its flux of unmutable power.
Today's presentation on Coleridge went much, much better than last Friday's presentation on A Portrait. (Last week was a dismal failure, I apologise to all the poor souls who had to sit through all the drivel that I put you all through!) I adore Prof Ang (or Prof A as I like to call her, because it goes along with Prof G and Prof P!) and she really makes me want to attend tutorials. I never actually want her tutorials to end, which is rather odd considering how I just like to stay at home and, read. Still, I must wax lyrical about how Prof A rocks my socks off. She inspires me, she prods and pushes without being overbearing -- it's all very very pleasant and a very (almost horrendously) wonderful atmosphere to learn in. I feel positively glowing when I'm in her lectures and classes! Fangirl much?
Yes, a breather for now.
So a little breather before I plunge back into the sea of possibility. I mused to Prof Ang that I can't seem to escape from ships and the ocean this semester. Hyogo Ship, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Wreck of the Deustchland(sic), me dreaming of ships sinking and people drowning - all very wet, and very dreary but all things are interconnected and well. I do like the sea and its flux of unmutable power.
Today's presentation on Coleridge went much, much better than last Friday's presentation on A Portrait. (Last week was a dismal failure, I apologise to all the poor souls who had to sit through all the drivel that I put you all through!) I adore Prof Ang (or Prof A as I like to call her, because it goes along with Prof G and Prof P!) and she really makes me want to attend tutorials. I never actually want her tutorials to end, which is rather odd considering how I just like to stay at home and, read. Still, I must wax lyrical about how Prof A rocks my socks off. She inspires me, she prods and pushes without being overbearing -- it's all very very pleasant and a very (almost horrendously) wonderful atmosphere to learn in. I feel positively glowing when I'm in her lectures and classes! Fangirl much?
Yes, a breather for now.
ideal ideal
What I look for in a man: brown
nearly black eyes that only
look at me and those quaint
bits of knick-knacks by the window.
Buy them for me: magnetic milkcartons,
petulant pins; take pleasure in
presenting me with precious things and
enjoy receiving them in return. glow, when you
see sturdy wooden shelves, weathered through
love and aged with use. smile, when you
notice that small rocking lamb with frayed tail
edges.
You take delight in the study of light, the musty eeriness of the
darkroom; you bathe in the yellowed pages of
leatherbound books, words are your soap and you lather them
they rise up as bubbles, and I gather them one by
one by one by one. The rhythm of drums and bass, we revel in
the songs of tomorrow, lounging like lizards (i do hate them so) and you
sing soft verses that only I can hear.
You will, you would, you could find me waiting here as I walk slowly,
catching glimpses of you in everyone, but still not finding any one. Will you,
your books, your music, your eye for the serene and beautiful,
catch me before I fall off the
edge?
