Tuesday, August 29, 2006
"What, after all, is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean."
--Christopher Fry
So I have read Tam Lin. Again. That book always leaves me with a particular disturbance. A sense of satisfaction for the things I know, lightly buttered with the depression of all I have not yet read. The volume is replete with literary allusion -- no, not allusion. Reading it is much akin to being pummeled with the entire classic section of the library. Every play you should have read in class, had you paid attention or attended a school that bothered with actual english education. Poets are thrown about with loving abandon. Names you recognize, that for many years have lurked in some dusty corner of your mind, but whom you cannot quite place except to nod quietly and acknowledge the weight of the syllables.
Recently a friend and I decided that this particular month of August was cursed. There has been something off in our universe. A cosmic window left open, and the breeze has scattered the strings of destiny. The people are noticing. There was a strange feeling of apprehension, strong and clear. As if there was something very large and of indefinate allegiance. It seemed neither ominous nor wholly good. And when my universe is off balance, I fall into Tam Lin. It is somewhat comforting to delve into another plane that is neither friend nor foe to the characters within. Characters who can quote Shakespere, recite Milton, and read plays all afternoon for recreation. It is a funny sort of utopia.
-- Heinlein
In other news, the universe is settling and we are on the lookout for what may have changed. It is a new dimension, but so was the old one, once. I have taken an interest in folk music, I am trying (again) to learn the recorder, classes have started and I haven't bought any of my books, I am starting some applications for other colleges. Here is hoping that this brave new world will have some lovely people in't. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 29.8.06 ) .
--Christopher Fry
So I have read Tam Lin. Again. That book always leaves me with a particular disturbance. A sense of satisfaction for the things I know, lightly buttered with the depression of all I have not yet read. The volume is replete with literary allusion -- no, not allusion. Reading it is much akin to being pummeled with the entire classic section of the library. Every play you should have read in class, had you paid attention or attended a school that bothered with actual english education. Poets are thrown about with loving abandon. Names you recognize, that for many years have lurked in some dusty corner of your mind, but whom you cannot quite place except to nod quietly and acknowledge the weight of the syllables.
Recently a friend and I decided that this particular month of August was cursed. There has been something off in our universe. A cosmic window left open, and the breeze has scattered the strings of destiny. The people are noticing. There was a strange feeling of apprehension, strong and clear. As if there was something very large and of indefinate allegiance. It seemed neither ominous nor wholly good. And when my universe is off balance, I fall into Tam Lin. It is somewhat comforting to delve into another plane that is neither friend nor foe to the characters within. Characters who can quote Shakespere, recite Milton, and read plays all afternoon for recreation. It is a funny sort of utopia.
Tomorrow I will seven eagles see, a great comet will appear, and voices will speak from the whirlwinds foretelling monstrous and fearful things -- this universe never did make sense, I suspect it was built on government contract.
-- Heinlein
In other news, the universe is settling and we are on the lookout for what may have changed. It is a new dimension, but so was the old one, once. I have taken an interest in folk music, I am trying (again) to learn the recorder, classes have started and I haven't bought any of my books, I am starting some applications for other colleges. Here is hoping that this brave new world will have some lovely people in't. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 29.8.06 ) .