When We Two Parted

I don't know if any of ya'll ever watched Highlander (yes, I know, the epitome of TV cheesiness, but SWORDS, PEOPLE. SWORDS!), but they had an episode centered around Byron. He was Immortal, and sort of...crazy, really. Of course, I think to be artistic, you sort of have to be a little unhinged. Not that I know personally...*shifty eyes*

Anyways. I was reading When We Two Parted by Byron, and I was sort of struck by the anonymity. Before I found out it was written for a woman, it was almost as if the narrator was talking about a same-sex relationship. As someone in my class pointed out, you don't really know if the narrator is a man or a woman, and that sort of throws the entire relationship into question. Granted, most of this might be colored by that episode of Highlander, because it was rife with deep and delicious subtext.

But I thought the lack of definition was really interesting, because there's so many questions. Who was in love with you. Why did it end? Was there a chance someone could have found out, and the lover stopped out of fear? Was the lover simply using the narrator?

It's very thought-provoking, but still very sad, because I definitely think a funeral is involved somewhere, and I'm not good with those anymore.

The Garden of Love

Right, so, we had to read this poem for class.

Let me just say, wow, thank you, William Blake, for expressing exactly how I feel about religion. Do I classify myself as a Christian? Yes. I may be going through more than a few issues with that personal relationship, but whatever. I still believe the dear and fluffy lord. But that doesn't change the fact that I, personally, feel smothered by organized religion. It seems like it's nothing but rules and doom'n'gloom. "YOU MUST DO THIS OR YOU WILL NEVER BE SAVED."

I don't agree. And Blake really seemed to illustrate that for me.

Right, so, I have no idea what I'm doing here...

...but, really, that's not unusual.

I guess we'll see how this goes.