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The sad part is that this isn't really that funny because it's too close to reality...

I've been reading Georg Trakl lately. He's a fun poet--very abrupt in some ways. He wastes no words. He has a talent for portraying emotional conditions as a series of unrelated actions, usually in a setting. He can introduce completely foreign images though, making everything bizarre and gorgeous. Here's one of his poems ( Read more... )

Ok: this works by putting your music library on shuffle, then putting a new song for each section. Typical, cliche waste of time. Like I said, I really don't want to write this paper.

Opening Credits: All I ask of You-Phantom of the Opera (Hm, interesting. A promise of romance, but Phatom-style. I can go for that...)

Waking Up: Angry Any More-Ani ( Read more... )

Call me if you know who Kofi Annan is.

Everyone should see the film "Amandla!". It's a documentary about apartheid and resistance in South Africa, and it focuses on music and activism. It's absolutely beautifully filmed, and the music's pretty and it's incredibly inspiring. I'm always moved by that sort of resistance succeeding--it really restores my faith in humanity. The thought that ( Read more... )

I'm homesick right now, but not for people, at least completely. I mean, I am, but not family. I'm homesick for friends, for buildings, for food. I'm also kind of down and stressed, which is a bummer. Oh well. Here's an excerpt from a poem by Adam Zagajewski called "To Go to Lvov ( Read more... )

I hate Plato with all my might.

That is all.

There was a poster sale the other day, and I bought two posters because I'm sick of my walls being barren expanses of dreariness. They were both of pieces of art. One's a print of some ballet dancers by Degas, and the other is a print of "Nude Descending a Staircase" by Marcel Duchamp. The picture itself hangs right over my bed, and I can see it as ( Read more... )