Monthly Archives: July 2011

Some Thoughts, Updates, and Bits of Random

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I’ve been reading like crazy, converting friends to nerdism, and finally have a decent novel idea. Also, I’ve discovered I’m a snob about musicals.

Soooooo, I was thinking about doing BEDA 2 to make up for my inconsistent blogging as of late. I’ll let you know what I decide soon. I’m just worried about computer access as I have some epic adventures planned. Hmmmm….

It’s funny that you can say what you mean without meaning what you say. It’s like knowing someone (i.e who they are) without truly knowing anything about them.

This post has no real point. But I’m going to keep going. Feel free to stop reading.

Have you ever come across something and though, “Hey! I came up with that idea a long time ago!” ?  It’s extraordinarily frustrating. Or, on the flip side, have you ever come across an idea that you really wish you had thought of but didn’t?

Do you have a time travel theory? I mean, do you believe in the butterfly effect or that time is in flux or…. what? Doctor Who holds that time is in flux, which makes sense, but is a little strange. For every change in the past, the future simply reshapes itself to accommodate it.

And now I’m off to listen to trock and research study hacks.  Someday, I will be less random.

Maybe…

The Beginning of the End…

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… of Summer.

August is all but here. Back to school ads fill the television.  Decisions get harder and harder. Choices that I make now actually matter in big, life-shaping ways. My stomach is tied in knots.

Soon, I’ll have to put away fun and spontaneity. They’ll be replaced by planners and deadlines.  My carefree days will become crammed full of places to be and things to accomplish, expectations to meet and rules to follow.

And I hate it.

I hate the tense that fills the air as my friends and I begin to separate. I hate the fact that I’m going to have to figure out a plan- soon. I hate the lined paper, #2 pencils, and fresh pressed smiles that you buy on sale at Target. I hate having to change.

And I hate the fact that my world is slowly being dissolved by the real world. The cold-faced realities replace the kind looks of my childhood.

When we come right down to it, I guess I hate growing up.

What’s Up with Poetry?

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Poetry isn't about dead, boring old men jabbering in a foreign language.

So, I write poetry. Poetry has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Because of this, it is strange to me when I hear people saying they dislike poetry. Dictionary.com (oh how I love thee) defines poetry as: “the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.”

How could anyone dislike that?  I mean, I understand disliking a particular poem, poet, or type of poetry, but I do not understand how anyone can dislike the genre as a whole.  It’s like saying that you hate art or that you hate music. It doesn’t make sense.

I think that the reason people feel like they hate poetry is because they associate it with classrooms, syllables, rhyme patterns, and analysis. It’s something you have to “get” in order to pass a test.  But if that’s all you see, that isn’t poetry at all.

Poetry is “the measured language of emotion.” It’s a way of taking what you feel and turning it into something that others can understand. It’s about using language as a sieve through which you filter the messy existence of yourself and see what you find.

In the words of poet Babette Deutsch, “Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.”  But I think Elizabeth Dew describes it best.

“We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure; and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.”

I don’t know if that makes sense, but I hope that you “get” poetry a little better.

Mirror

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What is the person in the mirror thinking

as she sees my smirking face?

She is in league with my shadow-

both copy me. It’s a disgrace

They know no manners. So rude

to imitate another’s ways

This is one of those random little pieces that have been floating around in my head for a while. It’s not a masterpiece, but it made me smile and I thought that you guys might enjoy it.  It reminds me of Robert Louis Stevenson’s “My Shadow”.

I’ve missed you!

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Well, hello! I feel like it’s been a while. I’ve been off having adventures, and as a result, I’ve neglected you. Please forgive me.

I’m back now! Hope your summer’s been as lovely as mine.  I’ve explored a new library, bought sock moneys, turned one friend’s house into candy land, turned another friend’s yard into a Hawaiian paradise complete with inflatable flamingos and palm trees, written poetry, done a lot of thinking, and overall, been a busy, crazy, lazy teenager!

Honestly, it’s all been great. There are only two things I’d change about my summer. I haven’t read anywhere close to as much as I would have liked, and I wish I had more alone time. I love my friends, but spending this evening by myself has reminded me of my love for solitude .

The trick is balancing the two: socialization and solitude. Too much of either isn’t wise. Over-socializing is the one I have the most dislike for. It’s funny, because my sister is exactly the opposite.

On another topic altogether, have you ever done something and had the distinct feeling you were doing something wrong even though you weren’t? Or, to phrase it another way, have you ever felt guilty about something there was no reason to feel guilty about? How do you deal with that?