while searching the interweb for a description of parentheses usage in poems, I happened to stumble across this gem and it really made me smile. 

remember ( how we would spend
all night watching television
as we laughed about the trivial
matters of what we were made to be. )

how ( i held your hand, matching your
fingers with mine and noticed how
much you were growing — the warmth
gives cryptic messages their name. )

i ( loved how we used to walk together
— in sync and never out of place and
we would always drop our masks and show
the world that we were never afraid. )

loved ( you more than anything —
more than the “significant others” i have
met, the parents we both share, and the
supposed friends that i used to have. )

you ( were the smile lines upon my face as
they dried from the radiating hatred —
and i’m left with the memories left behind
by your footprints. )

this is part of a project for class where we had to use poetry from one of three poets and make our own found poetry after Robert strong came to speak in our class.

This was my attempt, based in about 3/4 Longfellow poems:

Be Not a Long Fellow

Half my life is gone.

I’ve stilled these restless passions,

These aspirations of my youth.

Sights and sounds of Past fall behind me,

As challenging Death thunders far ahead.

Onward through life I roam,

Toiling – Rejoicing – Sorrowing.

But I may accomplish yet.

Make not the grave Life’s goal,

Let not the soul slumber.

And in my hope, my youth returns,

With murmurs and whispers

Of a strange and beautiful song.

Shipwrecked soul, take heart!

Act in the living present.

Things are not what they seem.

They are real. They are earnest.

And our hearts are beating strong.

So for my art class we had to draw 20 pictures of an object of our choosing (it sticks with us for the whole year). I, thinking about how impressive it would be, stupidly chose this complicated corkscrew. half of the drawings had to be observed and the other half unobserved. The unobserved turned out to be a challenge, but i think i understood the basic ideas. Hopefully Marguerite agrees on Monday!

thedailywhat:

Stop What You’re Doing And Watch The Hell Out Of This of the Day: “The Frontier is Everywhere” — breathtaking fan-made NASA promo video, lovingly compiled by YouTuber damewse, and “narrated” by Carl Sagan.

In all of their brilliance, NASA seems to have forgotten to share their hopes and dreams in a way the public can relate to, leaving one of humanities grandest projects with terrible PR and massive funding cuts. I have a lot of ideas for a NASA marketing campaign, but I doubt they’d pay me even minimum wage to work for them.

Dear NASA: Don’t mess this up.

[tit.]

actually the most amazing 3 minutes of today.

“and the city filled with the fast paced crying of crickets as the alarm blared.

the pond of people and scum stopped to linger and listen.

deep in their dwellings, they were aware simulatneously of their safety and the risk

as the cool hand of winter creeps in under the windowsill with the noise.”

thanks syl.

dr. dog- heart it races

architecture in helenski- heart it races [again]

pinback- good to sea

vampire weekend- oxford comma

i needed new music. i needed to feel like i wasn’t falling into a trap of listening to nothing because i’m bored with what i have. i really love music, but sometimes i feel like it’s all the same. these songs just make me happy. and thats all i need right now.

:)

they all act like i asked for this.

like i begged to be marked unclean and unlovable. i dont understand why i need to be treated differently. and then i dont understand why no one will come out and talk to me about it. why hide your disgust? why not face me and say what you’re thinking insteadl of saying it with your eyes. i know i disgust you. i disgust myself. but why do we have to pretend like it’s a lie or like it isn’t there. i know. you know. we all are aware of the situation. just treat me differently. treat me with indifference and i feel indifferent. but i am strange. i am not like you and you never want to be like me. i know. i understand. but do not act like it does not exist. be honest with me. talk to me. make me feel like you are not indifferent. i am hurt by the lack of conference. by the lack of understanding. by the lack of association. just because i am different.

i am not the same.

i refuse to be static.

i refuse to stay the same.

i refuse not growing up.

i am not peter pan. i will grow and learn and live and love and lose.

it may not matter to anyone but me what happens to me in the end, but i am going to make it worth my while. i am a big person. i am not small. i am not mediocre. i am willing to let my voice be heard. it IS my time because as the saying goes, there is no time like the present.

Where do i even begin right now. You give me so much trouble but so much strength! although with my multiple self inflicted attacks it may not seem like it, but being with you is the most stable i have ever felt. When I call you my rock, it is not because it is a cutesy cliche remark, but because you have helped me lift myself up from so much pain and darkness. I have struggled a lot throughout my adolescence and have always felt that people were there to support me, but never someone who has done it with as much vivacity as you. You will never let me fall and i cannot even begin to tell you how important that makes me feel. I know you say i have helped you, but i really don’t even think you could begin to know how much you have helped me.
Sorry, I just need you to know, even when i seem like you are not full frontal in my mind, please know, i am ALWAYS thinking and doting on you. You are my soulmate. Plain and Simple. You get me. and I feel like i understand you. We have gotten so incredibly close and there are things in my life that you are the only one who i am comfortable enough around to say or do.
Thank you. Thank you Boo. Thank you lover. Thank you friend. Thank you confidant. Thank you listener (and talker).
I love you.
Always and Forever yours. ♥

Listening to a mix that is guaranteed to make me cry was probably not the best choice i made this morning. Nor was ignoring my lit theory readings, but that’s insignificant.

I just really hate the seperation of my life. I have two lives really. One at Clark and one at home. I wish I could get them together. I love home with Ian and going out with him and his friends, and even the few friends I have left there.

But then there is this life at Clark. I have made some good friends this year, but once again, they refuse to acknowledge my home life just as much as my home life refuses to acknowledge them.

Sometime I wish I could just quit both and disappear in the peace corps and volunteer my life away. I just think that would be sooooooo gratifiying. I would actually feel like for once I matter and am making a difference. I need to do something new. make a change. and make a choice. and live another life for a while…