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Apparently the first few chapters of Nabokov's Ada or Ardor are considered to be deliberately difficult. Given the ridiculous annotations, I'd believe this. It's worse than reading "The Wasteland".

Well, at least I no longer feel completely at a loss. Oh Nabokov!

p.s. More about books and movies later. (woo woo anticipation)
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the picture takes you
to the text of all the world
needs porn that is all
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So I just got back from my poetry class, which is just ridiculously awesome.
Honestly. I think I was like, shaking at the end because there's only so much beautiful poetry my brain can take. Also, I've realised that I'm the most ridiculous kind of nerd ever because I keep wishing for photographic memory so that I can memorise poetry and good literature and be able to quote it ALL THE TIME.
Um, here, why don't I give you a selection...
So we just did the two Valedictions Forbidding Mourning by Adrienne Rich and also John Donne. The Rich poem is amazing but for full effect you should read both because of allusion etc. But. OMG. To quote Rich:
I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate the pain
the poster in the bus that said:
my bleeding is under control

A red plant in a cemetary of plastic wreaths.
And just like, wow. Also, I've discovered John Donne's Elegy 19, which is quite possibly the sexiest poem ever. Well, it's not that sexy, but it would be a really good poem to quote while in such a situation. It's one of those poems you can love in bits and pieces.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Good fun, right?
Also, it is freezing here. LIKE ASS COLD OMG.
To conclude, college is relatively awesome (so much better than HS OMG), I need to learn to write poetry so that I can do the world justice, physics is hard and IB Physics is the most useless class you will ever take and finally I should go study for my math test.
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To His Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

        But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

        Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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So, [ profile] stellabelle has the funniest H/D poem. Ron discovers Harry with Draco. And then. ahahahaha. A quote:
	"He's a coward, a cheat, and ugly to boot. 
	"He looks like a hideous premature newt." 
	"Yeah," said Harry, "but he's great in the sack." 
	Ron wheezed, "I think I'm having an asthma attack! 
	"Are you desperate? Crazy? Stupid? All three?" 
	Said Harry: "Probably, to a degree." 
Some people are too brilliant for words.

Mad Genius

Nov. 27th, 2005 01:07 pm
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Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.
-T.S. Eliot

So, very sick. Bronchitis sick. Host people left at like 6:30. Yuhki gets bonus points for being a devoted friend and seeing them off at the school. Antibiotics and cough syrup are making me delirius.
Pancakes, must go.
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You're Prufrock and Other Observations!
by T.S. Eliot

Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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So, back from Cesca's house... fun sleepover. Though I would like to say that 90% of the people in Manila are LAME because they won't dance unless wasted. So nobody was dancing last night.
In other news, San Mig Strong Ice is actually good beer (gasp!).
And I was completely and totally shocked to realize an ommision in my fictional love list.
MERCUTIO!!! From Romeo and Juliet! I worshipped him. He's amazing and also got me a really high grade on my character analysis for English. I think he would be at four, pushing Louis down and Tenoch out. I love you Tenoch, but relationships based on the sexiness of Diego Luna alone can't last too long.
How can you not love the Queen Mab speech?

A Plague on both your houses!

True, I talk of dreams, 
Which are the children of an idle brain, 
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, 
Which is as thin of substance as the air 
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes 
Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence, 
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

God I love Shakespeare sometimes.
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So, with thanks to [ profile] nhw here's my top ten list of fictional characters I would shag. Er, provided I was 18, of course, or in the Netherlands. And male characters only, becuase adding female characters would be too weird. :P
10. Tenoch from Y tu mama, tambien. Because Diego Luna is FINE.
Alas, that is the biggest nice picture of Tenoch that doesn't involve nudity.

A few good men... )
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More Assorted
Coleridge  ( Nightingale)
Damn Emily Dickenson for being SO DAMN prolific.
MORE! w007.
Poe  more
My Favorite: Elliot (+ The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, The Journey of the Magi, A Song for Simeon, Four Quartets, Marina, and there are more)
Bartleby- your cheap poetry fan's friend
Enough of this NONSENSE.
Anyway, Poetry is entirely too complicated.
And I STILL don't understand post-modernism.
Note to self: Wordsworth, Yeats, Blake, Byron, Goethe, Shelley, Rosseti


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