1.
A poem should not mean
But be.
~Archibald MacLeish
I came across this quote while studying for my Script Analysis final. David Ball references it in his book Backwards and Forwards: A Technical Manual for Reading Plays. I absolutely adore this book because Ball puts all the intricacies of analyzing the way plays function in a humorous, easily accesible method.
But I like this quote because it really does emphasize why some/most poems are written. Why do scholars spend eons analyzing poems or literature? What if the authors just wanted to write a damn poem and didn't give a shit if they were trying to have some underlying message? Geez people.
2.
"Whatever you give to a woman, she's going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So -- if you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit."
I stumbled. I read. I laughed. I contemplated the truths in this saying.
3.
While studying bio, came across this sentence: "...whereby the cellular membrane invaginates and engulfs..."
invaginates. teehee, lollerskates, I'm so mature.
4.
Feelin' awfully bitter so far about this Christmas season. Maybe it'll blow over when finals are over. Or not. In the meantime, my favorite Christmas song this year seems to be "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." There's something so sentimental about the lyrics that I find brutally ironic yet strangely comforting.
Then I've also taken a liking to "Grown Up Christmas List," preferably the Michael Buble version (because hey, who doesn't love Buble's voice) The lyrics feel as equally heartbreaking as the above mentioned song. Good grief, what is up with my liking less-cheery Christmas songs?
5.
I am most, most nocturnal. It's unbelievable. I can't even change it. Tried going to bed one night around 4AM, ended up sleeping a full 14 hours, which I've never done before. WTF SERIOUSLY.
I came across this quote while studying for my Script Analysis final. David Ball references it in his book Backwards and Forwards: A Technical Manual for Reading Plays. I absolutely adore this book because Ball puts all the intricacies of analyzing the way plays function in a humorous, easily accesible method.
But I like this quote because it really does emphasize why some/most poems are written. Why do scholars spend eons analyzing poems or literature? What if the authors just wanted to write a damn poem and didn't give a shit if they were trying to have some underlying message? Geez people.
2.
"Whatever you give to a woman, she's going to multiply. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So -- if you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit."
I stumbled. I read. I laughed. I contemplated the truths in this saying.
3.
While studying bio, came across this sentence: "...whereby the cellular membrane invaginates and engulfs..."
invaginates. teehee, lollerskates, I'm so mature.
4.
Feelin' awfully bitter so far about this Christmas season. Maybe it'll blow over when finals are over. Or not. In the meantime, my favorite Christmas song this year seems to be "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." There's something so sentimental about the lyrics that I find brutally ironic yet strangely comforting.
Then I've also taken a liking to "Grown Up Christmas List," preferably the Michael Buble version (because hey, who doesn't love Buble's voice) The lyrics feel as equally heartbreaking as the above mentioned song. Good grief, what is up with my liking less-cheery Christmas songs?
5.
I am most, most nocturnal. It's unbelievable. I can't even change it. Tried going to bed one night around 4AM, ended up sleeping a full 14 hours, which I've never done before. WTF SERIOUSLY.
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