Okay, so everytime I read the title of W.B. Yeat's poem "When You Are Old"? I can't help but think of the Killers' Song, "When You Were Young." Messages are completely, totally different, but that's what I think about.
Yes, I know, I need help.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I really like this poem. I like how it addresses the permanence of true, real love, not just the frippery that we normally associate with love poems. I like how it didn't gloss over the hardships and how love isn't always kind, sometimes it really hurts and it's difficult to get through, but the reward is so great when you do.
I really liked this.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Meh.
I wasn't really crazy about the poems for this week.
Well, that's a lie. I dug the one about the merman, because wow, let me tell you about all my issues with religion.
But I shan't. That would be rude.
I don't know. I'm crazy stressed about a whole bunch of junk going on, I don't have a lot to say this week.
Sorry. :(
Well, that's a lie. I dug the one about the merman, because wow, let me tell you about all my issues with religion.
But I shan't. That would be rude.
I don't know. I'm crazy stressed about a whole bunch of junk going on, I don't have a lot to say this week.
Sorry. :(
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Braiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins................
Oh, wait, sorry.
That's a zombie. Wrong genre.
So, I had to read Frankenstein. And, I am almost (almost) ashamed to admit this, but I have never actually read it before. I saw the movie many, many, many moons ago, but I never sat down and read the book. Even after the Byron episode of Highlander, where Byron was the "inspiration" for Frankenstein.
Yes, I am a dork. Hello, it was hilarious.
It's weird, but in all the movies I've seen, the creation of the monster has always been the culmination of Frankenstein's work, and in the book, the actual work isn't that important. Really, nothing is said about how it was done, as if Shelley was afraid that if she put too many details, some idiot would get it in their head to do something...less than wise.
It almost seems as if this is a criticism on the Enlightenment movement (why did I almost type "movies"?), as if she's saying, "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
It could also be her way of dealing with her grief, however, because I think she lost her beloved daughter before this. Speaking as someone who's lost a loved one...I almost wish there was something I could do to bring my father back. But I can't. That's not my prerogative. And I think this book was sort of her way to sit back and realize that her daughter was gone and to bring her back...while not only being impossible, would also be wrong.
Or she had way too much absinthe. I know what went down at those shindigs.
That's a zombie. Wrong genre.
So, I had to read Frankenstein. And, I am almost (almost) ashamed to admit this, but I have never actually read it before. I saw the movie many, many, many moons ago, but I never sat down and read the book. Even after the Byron episode of Highlander, where Byron was the "inspiration" for Frankenstein.
Yes, I am a dork. Hello, it was hilarious.
It's weird, but in all the movies I've seen, the creation of the monster has always been the culmination of Frankenstein's work, and in the book, the actual work isn't that important. Really, nothing is said about how it was done, as if Shelley was afraid that if she put too many details, some idiot would get it in their head to do something...less than wise.
It almost seems as if this is a criticism on the Enlightenment movement (why did I almost type "movies"?), as if she's saying, "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
It could also be her way of dealing with her grief, however, because I think she lost her beloved daughter before this. Speaking as someone who's lost a loved one...I almost wish there was something I could do to bring my father back. But I can't. That's not my prerogative. And I think this book was sort of her way to sit back and realize that her daughter was gone and to bring her back...while not only being impossible, would also be wrong.
Or she had way too much absinthe. I know what went down at those shindigs.
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