i borrowed a collection of comic verse from the school library! it's hilarious, at least when i can understand what the poems are talking about - there's a lot of contextual stuff i'm not getting :(

anyhow, i have been reminded of the wonderfulness of lewis carroll (the hunting of the snark is way epic) and edward lear. lear is a particularly sad case - i had a book of his nonsense rhymes when i was younger, thought it amusing but useless, and donated it to somebody D: now, i still find it 'useless', but it seems i now place greater importance on 'amusing'. they are all so adorable <3

now, i offer you a gem from each :D

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

( you know you want to )

The Jumblies by Edward Lear

( they went to sea in a sieve lalala )

 got back promo results today. and yes, it was okay.

enough of that.



pictures are important, but so are words.

i like these pictures. especially the rapunzel one, somehow. like your hair is another hat you wear, and you can peel it off and grasp it with your hands.

feeling rather disillusioned after stalking reading the blog of someone i know. and it's all friends, makeup, fashion, and problems with mum. the way the mood of it swings into lack of self-worth; and that is made up for by a nice facial mask. and how next moment it exults over delights and gifts. perhaps because some of it is all too familiar, and the rest i lack.

i never mean to depress the people who read this journal. i am resolved to be the bounciest, jauntiest writer, brightening up your day. but why is it that [what we consider] serious introspection is often laden with despair? surely thoughtfulness - though amused and playful - cannot be deemed superficial?

anyhow, much, much <3

it's so very pretty. (new icon in honour of the occasion) i don't know how true it is to the book, but tis very good acting imo :DDD

presenting: bbc's emma 2009. go watch it on youtube NOW!!

below vid is interesting too.

 

don't you just wish your biscuits came packaged like that? .__.

We are shackled by generosity
As each gift is hooked and drawn from within.
They are wrapped in reluctance's bright lies,
Ev'ry ribbon curl a strangling sweet friend.

this, gives me goosebumps. not exactly the song you want stuck in your head when tackling the global economy and the ilk.

*therefore sends the skincrawl feeling around* MWAHAS.

a) tuesday is teachers' day holiday! and for students, too. :P
b) fri is teachers' day celebrations, so no school too.

on the other hand,
c) i have a test on wed :( with a lot of content


i like the word poultice, somehow.


POETRY SPAM! (i realised i stopped writing these june hols onward)

He prowls about devouring the simple
Through his tender, diminishing dimple.
E'en this peddler of rogue rouge and man's fat
Has poor folk mobbing the chair where he sat.


Behind hovel they found magic bullet.
It'd had a journey - halved the cuckoo's nest,
Thrusting a wake of carrion that alarmed
Girl and most of my warriors - e'en the best.


Struggled to search out squat faces for a name,
But they were distorted into beauty.
'Rose by other name would smell just as sweet',
Yet some words herald a thistle complete.


Frayed brittle beads in absentia means that
Our lacquered crate will be empty. This is
No Pandora's box, with pallid sage Hope
Flying out to greet. Instead, cracked silence.

coincidentally, the holidays have begun! or rather, it's one more month till term exams.

anyhow, updates:

1. the library is a goood place. picked up magic school bus dvd. heh.

AND QoA AND KoA :DDD

2. i do not like that i have to spend my holiday homeworking and studying.

i need a break/by some provincial lake

3. writing is going well, in every area except actual writing. have a lot a lot of plots frothing in my head. oh and during free periods in school i actually managed to write some versy stuff. 

recently have been having trouble with versy things, as i notice my poems are getting very abstract (you might say they were abstract in the first place, but now even more so). which i think resembles modern poetry. that in general would be a lot of pretty feelings and shades strung together rather incomprehensibly. it is fashionable, i suppose, but i find it irritatingly lazy. and my writing is becoming so! :(

here is a poem! which i find to be not too abstract. fyi, Duiker wrote a definition of nationalism. which i have had to memorise D:

Tendons and pistols all fail to induce
A resurgence of the self-aware muse.
If you were a cliche, would you come out?
Rather, muse on what Duiker is about.

tis my one week holiday! and despite it being for ONLY ONE WEEK and there being my horrific piano exam and the splodge of homework - i'm awfully excited about it!

therefore...i bring 3 bad poems written in school at various odd times. *coughs*

I have lost the ability to pine-
Seen too many cavorting pilgrims come
Oscillate at zero (I) like a sine
Graph calm and unending - hear the curve hum,
The call lost in a vortex of static.


These would like to know how I feel today-
Every smiling burnished toy that eats
The mildewed fluff of nostalgia (hate words),
'Cause they care to salvage the faint misfits.

Was that a cockerel's crow or a laugh?
Though it does not signify to a man
Repairing a sorrow rent in half-
He listens but for tears, best as he can.

n: rereading this, i do not like. banking on storebought emotions. i must have been real emo or sth when writing it O.o

 I LOVE CHINESE NEW YEAR AND WHAT IT BRINGS (FOOD+$$$+HAPPY)


I LOVE MUSHROOMS OF EVERY SHAPE AND SIZE


AND I BRING A POEM (written nov)


A little fire would do you much good
Orange pulses travelling through the wood.
I'm no arsonist - just trying to say
Fuel and oxygen can go a long way.

i really really ought to post something. so, here is a poem from me failed nanowrimo! it came out of staring at playmobil tribune's helmet. (his name is Publius!) don't ask =P


That golden helmet with its furbelows,
I - struggle to grasp; pant furiously.
Knowing this half-complexion does not suit
Torrid yellow, unnerves me far too much.



more to come, if i remember to do so! :D

but i'm back! (for now) i've been enjoying the hols basically doing either nothing or pleasant activities. thus i have nothing very interesting to say, or to complain about. except...

have a very blessed Christmas, everybody (: much <3

it's pretty ironic how i feel less inclined to post when i have the time for it. ah well. but i come with depressing music! (hopefully it works) do give your thoughts on it.




SeeqPod - Playable Search

 i'm SO bored. um.

1. i'm progressing tolerably in my modified version of nanowrimo, which is to write a 4 line poem each day. hardly compares to writing thousands of words for a novel, i know. shall post them when it's all over!
2. i dislike being unable to write happy poems. i start out happy, then it suddenly gets a little morbid twist at the end. i start it gloomy so i can turn it into happy at the end, then it sounds contrived and soap opera ish. =(
3. and i'm so bored i'm iconing CARROTS. i can't belive this. *covers eyes*
4. SCHOOL was OVER!...a week ago.
5. playmobil is <3.
6. much love to everybody!