Monday, September 17, 2007 5:41 AM
Another one of the random poem that caught my heart.
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sunday, September 16, 2007 6:15 AM
Too many angry posts have been put up already. It has changed the mood of the blog into something darker nowadays. Now, I guess the blog should require a new change.
Something new! Something novel! Something, wacky.
Not those artistic crap people claim they are reading. Not Shakespeare.
I know this person who calls Shakespeare Shakey. Now that is so stupid, isn't it? It is as if you know Mr William Shakespeare so well that you get to give him a nickname. Anyways, what kind of nickname is Shakey? It makes Shakespeare sound so cheesy. It undermines all the great works he has done. Ha!
Great works Shakespeare has done. I guess when you do literature, you can't escape from the wrath of Shakespeare. Look at me. I am the perfect example. I used to think that Shakespeare is hell. I can't stand Shakespeare because I couldn't understand anything. Now, I think he is rather good. Me, doing literature. Now, that is certainly a sight! I thought, 'Wow! My school is not doing Shakespeare! Hurray!'
Who knows, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley has Shakespeare in it. In fact, the savage reservation (a place in his book that has all the barbarians for that place has not been developed) has allusions to many of Shakespeare's classics. The main character of the book, John, is the guy that quotes Shakespeare off his head. This is how well he knows Shakespeare.
In Brave New World, the word mother and father are actually obsenities. A scene in Romeo and Juliet where Juliet only wants Romeo but not Paris is actually a joke in the imagined world of Brave New World. Makes me wonder, what exactly is human instinct? What exactly is human?
Brave New World is a nice book that makes people think. I like books that make people think. I also like book that does not make people think. Sometimes, when you think too much, you need to not think to relax. Remember that, relax.
Let me teach you somethings to relax. Study. Work. Sleep late and wake up early. These are the perfect guide to relaxing well. Remember, follow the guides and you will survive.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Thursday, September 13, 2007 7:25 AM
Goodness, my literature teacher was going through with us this wonderful poem with us this afternoon and I just have to share it with the world! This poem is written by Seamus Heaney. This poem just makes me want to cry!
Twice Shy
Her scarf a la Bardot,
In suede flats for the walk,
She came with me one evening
For air and friendly talk.
We crossed the quiet river,
Took the embankment walk.
Traffic holding its breath,
Sky a tense diaphragm:
Dusk hung like a backcloth
That shook where a swan swam,
Tremulous as a hawk
Hanging deadly, calm.
A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art.
Our Juvenilia
Had taught us both to wait,
Not to publish feeling
And regret it all too late -
Mushroom loves already
Had puffed and burst in hate.
So, chary and excited,
As a thrush linked on a hawk,
We thrilled to the March twilight
With nervous childish talk:
Still waters running deep
Along the embankment walk.
It is so sweet, isn't it? Makes me want to shed some tears. Especially, I had a long talk with my JC friends about something that has been deep down in my heart for the longest amount of time. What a timely poem to stir all those strange feelings again.
Sometimes, I wonder whether it was right to tell. Once bitten, twice shy. 'Our juvenilia / Had taughts us both to wait, / Not to publish feeling / And regret it all to late'
Sigh... The days just go on and on and on and on. It never stops. We are all growing old. Someday, we'll be old enough. I'll never forget though. I'll always hold to the faith that it will always be better, it will always be positive. I will always hold on to the lingering desire in my heart to have the perfect world.
Someday, we will be older... someday, we will think it is finally the time. That someday will come. Meanwhile, I will never lose the faith.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Wednesday, September 05, 2007 3:38 AM
A very very strange dream.
***
I walked up to her. We were at the beach with the sunset behind us. It was a nice place. I walked up to her and slipped the ring onto her finger.
'Will you marry me?' I said.
She nodded, her face full of bliss. She proceeded to put on the other ring onto my finger. She couldn't get it in for my fingers were too fat.
'Honey, I am so sorry that you can't get the ring into my finger. I crack my fingers occasionally so they grew rather fat.' I said, with guilt.
She managed to push the ring into my finger.
'Honey, I love you. This way, when you put the onto my finger, I will never be able to get the ring out of my finger. I will love you forever.' I looked at her with bliss.
We kissed.
We went into the chapel, holding hands. Our fingers were interlocked. It was a sweet scene.
Then we danced. The chapel turned into a ballroom where we danced to the Sound of Music.
***
Bizarre but true. =)
How I wish the dream would come true. Except the fact that I do not want fat fingers.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:06 AM
I just hate it when parents show favourtism. Don't you?
I mean, I cannot stand to have another sibling vying for your parents' attention. Maybe it is just me. Maybe it is just the petty me. Maybe it is just me in the whole wide world who cannot tolerate someone being bias in their attitude towards people.
I apologise for that if I am right but I do not think that I am the only human being in the entire world who cannot stand favourtism.
'Oh, I've gotta confiscate your bloody handphone because your brother is bloody angry that you get to use your phone. Oh, I've gotta be bloody fair.'
'Mum! I don't want to do this, let him do it.'
'Sure darling. You, you better bloody do it because your brother does not want to do this bloody job that no bloody human being can tolerate.'
Bloody glorious!
All the blood... It is war! Bloody warfare.
Maybe it is just me. Maybe I am just the only one who will get green. Maybe I am just the only one that will get angry. Maybe... but I won't apologise for it.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
