Spanish was easy peasy! Now, studying for poli sci/preparing for Sylvia Plath's "Morning Song" presentation...
BUT- I figured out what I want to be for halloween.
Ever hear of Little Eidie from Grey Gardens? Well, I was toying around with the idea of Lolita... then BAM. Grey Gardens plopped from the sky and landed like a meteor to my brain :)
I can do this. Yay!
Goodbye!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I know you're a serious lady, Living off a teacup full of cherries
This is going to be extremely quick, considering that this week I have a Spanish exam, a poetry presentation, and a poli-sci midterm all breathing down my neck.
... except, of course, the poet inside of me decides it's a great time to be inspired to write. Thanks inspiration, you finally hit at the wrong time (completely kidding- I love this feeling. It's relief in itself, an unexpected twist in my day... Especially considering today. Note to self: Do not have a Vanilla Eye Opener from Cyber A- it got me too intensely jittery. Also, this whole "pinched nerve/pulled muscle" in my shoulder/neck area does not help life at all!).
Okay, I lied: I may have been writing this for the past 10-15 minutes, BUT pitchfork has an amazing link to some of my favorite bands teaching guitar and I died a little bit with happiness :). Maybe this will motivate me to actually play my guitar? I say yes.
And below, my VERY rough poem (originally plural, but the inspiration has run dry as spanish stares me in the face). mmmhmmm.
Fogheat
It was on the skillet road
Of that musty fallen morning
That I speculated climbing out
Of the moving car-side window
Where my feet would burn,
My eyes would desiccate,
And my body would float among
The molecules, to only graze upon
Your cell-locked frame.
Your mouth was a tunnel of verbs
And nouns and run-on sentences
And every grammatical error I dared
To place my hand upon-
It was all too far lost to notice
That if I took one more step
I could simply edge myself away
Towards the speculum of you,
Where your body was once a map
That led my unclean lenses
To the sight of hot breath
Against the cooling window.
It was only a speculation-
Breathing is just haze for the
Lungs to grab onto,
And words are only escaping fingertips
Grazing across heated frames.
(And by the time this is actually posted, I have sat around and done pretty much.... some spanish studying. Oooooh yeah!) Officially back to work :)
... except, of course, the poet inside of me decides it's a great time to be inspired to write. Thanks inspiration, you finally hit at the wrong time (completely kidding- I love this feeling. It's relief in itself, an unexpected twist in my day... Especially considering today. Note to self: Do not have a Vanilla Eye Opener from Cyber A- it got me too intensely jittery. Also, this whole "pinched nerve/pulled muscle" in my shoulder/neck area does not help life at all!).
Okay, I lied: I may have been writing this for the past 10-15 minutes, BUT pitchfork has an amazing link to some of my favorite bands teaching guitar and I died a little bit with happiness :). Maybe this will motivate me to actually play my guitar? I say yes.
And below, my VERY rough poem (originally plural, but the inspiration has run dry as spanish stares me in the face). mmmhmmm.
Fogheat
It was on the skillet road
Of that musty fallen morning
That I speculated climbing out
Of the moving car-side window
Where my feet would burn,
My eyes would desiccate,
And my body would float among
The molecules, to only graze upon
Your cell-locked frame.
Your mouth was a tunnel of verbs
And nouns and run-on sentences
And every grammatical error I dared
To place my hand upon-
It was all too far lost to notice
That if I took one more step
I could simply edge myself away
Towards the speculum of you,
Where your body was once a map
That led my unclean lenses
To the sight of hot breath
Against the cooling window.
It was only a speculation-
Breathing is just haze for the
Lungs to grab onto,
And words are only escaping fingertips
Grazing across heated frames.
(And by the time this is actually posted, I have sat around and done pretty much.... some spanish studying. Oooooh yeah!) Officially back to work :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead
Remind me again why I enjoy late-night blogging?
Quite possibly because I just got done with the work due tomorrow (er, today...) which was not quite so terrible. However, I do need to catch up on so much reading (So.Much.Reading)... but it will get done, as it always does, and I will still find time to play in the sunshine :)
So, for my own sake, let's break it down bits-and-blurbs style (I still get really excited when blurb does not have a red squiggly line underneath)...
* Oh music list, why do you continue to grow? Passion Pit, Those Dancing Days, Cymbals Eating Guitars, Sufjan Stevens' The BQE (which, let's be honest- I may just need to buy this one now. I've been waiting since last year or so for it to finally come out and the bando inside of me freaked out a bit)...
* I've compiled a "Currently Obsessed With..." list on my iPod, and it is fantastic :)
* Still on the search for a dark nail polish that looks black but is really a color...
* I need to find more artwork for my walls!
* Recently met Laura Bennet from Project Runway 3... okay, I need to talk about this. A-mazing. I asked about her opinion on perfume intertwining with fashion, and we went on a good 3 minute conversation in front of the whole crowd. I have decided that when I am her age, I will be wearing skirts with feathers on the bottom... and magically grow five more inches :)
* Why do I continue to buy more and more books/magazines? I just bought Dave Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, along with Pop magazine (I had a giftcard! It's from the UK, hence super expensive. And Tavi is on the cover- oh fashion blogging <3)... Let's make time to read, yeah? But only after class readings :(
* My internship started last week with the lil' chilluns. I get to teach poetry to 4th graders, and it is absolutely lovely (and REAL poets- not dumbed down, "Hi-I-write-for-fourth-graders" stuff)!
* One word: Fogheat. Oh, it gets my English-major blood boiling to write.
* Speaking of writing, I need to submit some work to Faultline and New Forum...
* Um what, facebook advertisement? Bright Star- a movie about John Keats and his muse Fanny Browne and their forbidden love? I may have just poetically geeked out a bit.
* There are so many birthdays from now until Christmas. Dear bank account, allow me to spoil those I love for the holidays. Sincerely, Carly :)
* That whole "let's find a job" idea from say a month ago? Yeah, let's actually do it.
* I want to watch movies. A ton of them. Ah, escapism <3
Thought-of-my-month: With E28D I'm allowed to read any books I want (as long as they are nonfiction). I decided to go with an earthy-theme of physical earth and... perfume (it comes from molecules. And herbs and flowers and such). Because of my research, I have begun to focus on scent- the simplicity and the complexity. Particularly, the opposite scents of what one expects to smell, like the deli rose- beautiful, yet smells like something completely different (for example, artichoke)... I want to play with the concept of dirty vs. clean.
I adore richer scents- sandalwood, musk, black velvet, vetiver. Florals bother me at times. Citrus is my favorite form of clean. I'm not partial to oriental scents. As I read The Perfect Scent by Chandler Burr, I continually fall in love with the idea of someone walking around, looking completely like a girl into pinks and flowers but instead wafts in darker, richer, dirty musk. Scent builds upon itself, only to fade away through layers... It's like arpeggios and chords: when harmonies mix completely with melodies, I simply die (good example: Blood Bank by Bon Iver. Or, any song by him. Flume, Skinny Love...).
Within one random jot-of-thought, I wrote on the belief of love flowing through the nose in the form of truth... Perhaps I am becoming too focused on scent as a memory, as a trigger of love's past... or I'm falling prey to the sleep giants that be. The basics: welcome into the insight of perfume, my hidden obsession.
And goodnight :)
Quite possibly because I just got done with the work due tomorrow (er, today...) which was not quite so terrible. However, I do need to catch up on so much reading (So.Much.Reading)... but it will get done, as it always does, and I will still find time to play in the sunshine :)
So, for my own sake, let's break it down bits-and-blurbs style (I still get really excited when blurb does not have a red squiggly line underneath)...
* Oh music list, why do you continue to grow? Passion Pit, Those Dancing Days, Cymbals Eating Guitars, Sufjan Stevens' The BQE (which, let's be honest- I may just need to buy this one now. I've been waiting since last year or so for it to finally come out and the bando inside of me freaked out a bit)...
* I've compiled a "Currently Obsessed With..." list on my iPod, and it is fantastic :)
* Still on the search for a dark nail polish that looks black but is really a color...
* I need to find more artwork for my walls!
* Recently met Laura Bennet from Project Runway 3... okay, I need to talk about this. A-mazing. I asked about her opinion on perfume intertwining with fashion, and we went on a good 3 minute conversation in front of the whole crowd. I have decided that when I am her age, I will be wearing skirts with feathers on the bottom... and magically grow five more inches :)
* Why do I continue to buy more and more books/magazines? I just bought Dave Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, along with Pop magazine (I had a giftcard! It's from the UK, hence super expensive. And Tavi is on the cover- oh fashion blogging <3)... Let's make time to read, yeah? But only after class readings :(
* My internship started last week with the lil' chilluns. I get to teach poetry to 4th graders, and it is absolutely lovely (and REAL poets- not dumbed down, "Hi-I-write-for-fourth-graders" stuff)!
* One word: Fogheat. Oh, it gets my English-major blood boiling to write.
* Speaking of writing, I need to submit some work to Faultline and New Forum...
* Um what, facebook advertisement? Bright Star- a movie about John Keats and his muse Fanny Browne and their forbidden love? I may have just poetically geeked out a bit.
* There are so many birthdays from now until Christmas. Dear bank account, allow me to spoil those I love for the holidays. Sincerely, Carly :)
* That whole "let's find a job" idea from say a month ago? Yeah, let's actually do it.
* I want to watch movies. A ton of them. Ah, escapism <3
Thought-of-my-month: With E28D I'm allowed to read any books I want (as long as they are nonfiction). I decided to go with an earthy-theme of physical earth and... perfume (it comes from molecules. And herbs and flowers and such). Because of my research, I have begun to focus on scent- the simplicity and the complexity. Particularly, the opposite scents of what one expects to smell, like the deli rose- beautiful, yet smells like something completely different (for example, artichoke)... I want to play with the concept of dirty vs. clean.
I adore richer scents- sandalwood, musk, black velvet, vetiver. Florals bother me at times. Citrus is my favorite form of clean. I'm not partial to oriental scents. As I read The Perfect Scent by Chandler Burr, I continually fall in love with the idea of someone walking around, looking completely like a girl into pinks and flowers but instead wafts in darker, richer, dirty musk. Scent builds upon itself, only to fade away through layers... It's like arpeggios and chords: when harmonies mix completely with melodies, I simply die (good example: Blood Bank by Bon Iver. Or, any song by him. Flume, Skinny Love...).
Within one random jot-of-thought, I wrote on the belief of love flowing through the nose in the form of truth... Perhaps I am becoming too focused on scent as a memory, as a trigger of love's past... or I'm falling prey to the sleep giants that be. The basics: welcome into the insight of perfume, my hidden obsession.
And goodnight :)
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