Saeta que voladora
cruza, arrojada al azar,
y que no se sabe dónde
temblando se clavará;

hoja que del árbol seca
arrebata el vendaval,
sin que nadie acierte el surco
dónde al polvo volverá.

Gigante ola que el viento
riza y empuja en el mar
y rueda y pasa y se ignora
qué playa buscando va.

Luz que en cercos temblorosos
brilla próxima a expirar,
y que no se sabe ( Read more... )

[thanks for the reminder, Lee]


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a couple of moths ago i wrote letters to both my mom and my grandma telling them that i hate how our relationships are (well, moreso to my mother, with that point) and that i'd really like to understand them better and know their lives better.  i asked them to tell me stories and memories of their lives, if they coulld, and asked my grandma about ( Read more... )

--It is no accident that the laws of physics are beautiful. In groping toward many of the great truths of physics, intuition is an important guide, and beauty is one of the beacons which guide that intuition.

Keats tells us:

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"

but we physicists find it helpful, in ( Read more... )

slow day today.

i feel like garbage lately.  phsyically, because i've been sick, and emotionally, for whatever reason.

yeah, pretty much like shit.

but i'm getting over it.

some letters i've been working on:

dear yahoo,

i sincerely and entirely hate you right now.  i really, really do.

truthfully
emily

dear citibank,

i sincerely and entirely cannot believe how stupid you are.  i really can't.

love and interest payments
emily

HA HA HA HA HA! it's two in the morning and i'm going to watch PSYCHO in SPANISH! starring the lovely anne heche, oh yeah. it's gonna rock. i'm deleriously tired.

i feel like i'm getting really bad with words. so from now on i'm switching to a purely list-form journal style. for now. because i hate my words. lately.

oh! i have to go to the library! RIGHT now!