I'm too lazy to keep track of what day of the challenge it is. And I'm too "busy" (mostly lazy) to update each day. That's partly why I need a regular schedule...that's an entirely different thing, though.
Tonight, I bring you today's poem. Created in this very blog entry typing space. Because I don't see the point in opening a word document to copy and paste or wasting a piece or two of paper and some ink.
....
so, now that I'm finally caught up on facebook, I can start...
Vaguebooking
Is pretty sure she barely made it home.
Wonders where she went instead.
(No, not really. Is pretty sure she knows.)
Considers moving furniture, just to make some waves.
Knew that was a bad idea.
Wishes there was more.
Wants the wanting to go away.
Likes the smell of sleep.
Has a headache.
Is hungry but doesn't want to eat;
Is tired but doesn't want to sleep.
Hates waiting for those e-mails.
Needs to send some e-mails out.
Has so much to get done tomorrow.
Hopefully doesn't have to walk.
Can't wait until Tuesday.
Is ready to be done with it all.
2010-02-21
2010-02-18
Writing Journal
Well, it's Lenten Season again. I decided to do the 40 poems in 40 days dealio once more. And since I'm not Catholic, it doesn't matter if I don't do exactly 40 poems in 40 days. (Just looking at last year's results, I'm being realistic here.)
Today's was a quick list poem and, again true to last year, utter crap.
But it's a poem, which is something I've been meaning to do more often.
untitled
The list of things I need to be
Is as long as what I need to do.
Which one should I tackle first?
The doing seems more feasible
Than the being.
Let's start there.
Create the spreadsheet.
Get more notebooks.
Write the check
(Put it in the mail).
Fill the dresser.
Empty the box.
Finish the book.
Finish the blanket.
Fix the other one.
Wash the dishes.
Find something to wear tomorrow.
Pack the change of clothes tonight.
Figure out who is driving where.
Eat something
(More than a handful of saltines).
Read the article.
Fix the article.
Resize the ads.
Write a poem.
Today's was a quick list poem and, again true to last year, utter crap.
But it's a poem, which is something I've been meaning to do more often.
untitled
The list of things I need to be
Is as long as what I need to do.
Which one should I tackle first?
The doing seems more feasible
Than the being.
Let's start there.
Create the spreadsheet.
Get more notebooks.
Write the check
(Put it in the mail).
Fill the dresser.
Empty the box.
Finish the book.
Finish the blanket.
Fix the other one.
Wash the dishes.
Find something to wear tomorrow.
Pack the change of clothes tonight.
Figure out who is driving where.
Eat something
(More than a handful of saltines).
Read the article.
Fix the article.
Resize the ads.
Write a poem.
2010-01-03
Writing Journal
I've been picking up poetry again. Most of what I've been coming up with is too personal for me to post right now, though.
I did discover over the week of Christmas that I have to tap myself when trying to figure out the syllables for a haiku. I can't tap the table or someone else's leg; it has to be my own. I guess I have to feel the weight of my fingertips in order to feel the poem. (Yeah, that was intentionally artsy-fartsy.)
To prove that I've been writing, here's the haiku I was composing when I learned the above quirk.
One Way
There is only one
Way to kiss the insides: to
Love as He doth love.
I did discover over the week of Christmas that I have to tap myself when trying to figure out the syllables for a haiku. I can't tap the table or someone else's leg; it has to be my own. I guess I have to feel the weight of my fingertips in order to feel the poem. (Yeah, that was intentionally artsy-fartsy.)
To prove that I've been writing, here's the haiku I was composing when I learned the above quirk.
One Way
There is only one
Way to kiss the insides: to
Love as He doth love.
Reading Journal
Well, I finished the first book of 2010 tonight. Yep, I finally finished O Pioneers! A good read, as always. I was a little hesitant to read it tonight, since I was in the middle of the White Mulberry section, and that one is particularly depressing. And I've been of such good spirits lately that I didn't want to lose that. But I pushed through it, anyway. And, boy, am I glad I did! I forgot how much the ending cheers me up. Alexandra's story has always brought a peaceful feeling that I don't get from many other stories. Here's what she says to Carl at the very end of the book. (Not quite the final lines.)
She admits to belonging to the land "now more than ever. You remember what you once said about the graveyard, and the old story writing itself over? Only it is we who write it, with the best we have."
...
"Lou and Oscar can't see those things," said Alexandra suddenly. "Suppose I do will my land to their children, what difference will that make? The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to my brother's children. We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it for a little while."
I finished The Greatest Virtue a while ago. It was commonplace.
I started Tweak, but don't feel comfortable reading that on Sundays. I'm really hoping it picks up, though. I don't know how much more I can take of it. And it better end well, or I'll be mad.
Looking forward to starting Dreams of My Russian Summers. This is one I picked up a few days ago, when Half Price was having a 20% of sale. It's my Random.
List time!!
New: Tweak
Random: Dreams of My Russian Summers
True: Planet of the Umps (tale of Ken Kaiser, the only baseball umpire to make a name for himself)
Old: Catcher in the Rye (I just discovered that I do have a copy of this book, despite thinking otherwise. It's been so long since I read it that I want to see if I still like it.)
Off I go to reading land!!
She admits to belonging to the land "now more than ever. You remember what you once said about the graveyard, and the old story writing itself over? Only it is we who write it, with the best we have."
...
"Lou and Oscar can't see those things," said Alexandra suddenly. "Suppose I do will my land to their children, what difference will that make? The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to my brother's children. We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it for a little while."
I finished The Greatest Virtue a while ago. It was commonplace.
I started Tweak, but don't feel comfortable reading that on Sundays. I'm really hoping it picks up, though. I don't know how much more I can take of it. And it better end well, or I'll be mad.
Looking forward to starting Dreams of My Russian Summers. This is one I picked up a few days ago, when Half Price was having a 20% of sale. It's my Random.
List time!!
New: Tweak
Random: Dreams of My Russian Summers
True: Planet of the Umps (tale of Ken Kaiser, the only baseball umpire to make a name for himself)
Old: Catcher in the Rye (I just discovered that I do have a copy of this book, despite thinking otherwise. It's been so long since I read it that I want to see if I still like it.)
Off I go to reading land!!
2009-11-29
Reading Journal
I read quite a considerable amount more during October than I did during September. That's because in September, I was busy finding a place to live and moving there. Once moved in, there was no television to speak of. It's all digital out here, and we didn't have a way to watch digital. So I read and crocheted a lot. Harnessed my inner old lady. (And loved it, btw.)
Oh, and I didn't have much internet, either, so the lit blog got a *tad* neglected. It happens. Needless to say, I need to update the reading list on the sidebar.
I finished "Our New Nation" as well as "Sense and Sensibility."
I also picked up "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" as my New. I literally laughed out loud for minutes at a time upon reading the first chapter. However, it started dying about half way through. The story changes a little bit and I had a difficult time getting over the author doing that. Besides, the whole bottom half of the book felt like the author was rushing just to be done with it. It lost a lot of the flavor of the original that he had managed to keep in the first half. Which I considered a shame. I've heard there's "Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters" out, though. Not sure I'm ready to pick that one up, seeing how disappointed I was with the last of PP&Z.
I had some help picking out a Random. Pulled all the books from my bookshelf that I hadn't read yet (one of my goals is to have read all the books that I own) and narrowed it down to a couple. I was on the phone with a friend and asked them to pick right or left or 1, 2, or 3 or something like that. Didn't say what the titles were, so it truly was random. And it was a rather dry choice. Freud's "The Psychoanalysis of Everyday Life." I didn't even make it 50 pages before counting my breeze through "YHWH is NOT a Radio Station In Minneapolis" as my Random Read. (It's a short humor book. Sort of like the ABC's on Jewish beliefs.)
Then I picked up "The Greatest Virtue" by Pat Robertson as my True. (The answer is humility.) It's been okay. Not the most interesting thing I've ever read, but it does get me thinking about things while I'm reading it. Deciphering what I agree with and what I don't agree with.
For my Old, I'm doing a re-read of one of my faves: O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. I bought this book in the fall of 07, after I had been in Nebraska a short while. I had liked "My Antonia" well enough and assumed I'd like this one, too. I was right. I decided last November I wanted to read through it again. It's become an annual tradition of mine, I guess you could say. Because I picked it up just the other day (Nov. 22) and discovered a break-out slip from work that I must have been using as a bookmark the last time I read it. It was dated Nov. 21, 2008.
O Pioneers!
In the Barnes & Noble edition, there is an introduction by Chris Kraus which I browsed before reading this time. (I've probably read it before, though.) And one thing that he said shed some light as to why I enjoy this book so much. He spends some time talking about Cather's distaste for women authors because all they write about is romance.
"But as Joan Acocella points out, one of Cather's greatest achievements was to write fiction in which love and marriage comprise only partial aspects her female protagonists' destinies. Alexandra does marry Carl, but this isn't the point of the story. By the time they marry, Alexandra's character has already been formed--by her relationship to the land, and to others; she is not defined by her marriage."
Reading through it, I've recognized some quotes that often run through my head so often that they're memorized.
p.11
"There is often a great deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon."
p. 27
A new favorite comes just before an old one here.
"A steady job, a few holidays, nothing to think about, and they would have been very happy."
"A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves."
p. 29
The exchange between Carl and Alexandra when he tells her his family is moving back to St. Louis; I have obtained more understanding about human emotion from this scene than probably any other literature I have read.
"She brushed the tears from her cheeks, not trying to hide them."
Alexandra to Carl: "It's by understanding me, and the boys, and mother, that you've helped me. I expect that is the only way one person ever really can help another." I actually used that in a letter I wrote to someone.
Carl to Alexandra: "We've someway always felt alike about things."
Alexandra to Carl: "Yes, that's it; we've liked the same tings and we've liked them together, without anybody else knowing....We've never either of us had any other close friend....and now I must remember that you are going where you will have many friends."
p. 35
"For the first time, perhaps, since that land emerged from the waters of geologic ages, a human face was set toward it with love and yearning. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious....The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman."
Oh, and I didn't have much internet, either, so the lit blog got a *tad* neglected. It happens. Needless to say, I need to update the reading list on the sidebar.
I finished "Our New Nation" as well as "Sense and Sensibility."
I also picked up "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" as my New. I literally laughed out loud for minutes at a time upon reading the first chapter. However, it started dying about half way through. The story changes a little bit and I had a difficult time getting over the author doing that. Besides, the whole bottom half of the book felt like the author was rushing just to be done with it. It lost a lot of the flavor of the original that he had managed to keep in the first half. Which I considered a shame. I've heard there's "Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters" out, though. Not sure I'm ready to pick that one up, seeing how disappointed I was with the last of PP&Z.
I had some help picking out a Random. Pulled all the books from my bookshelf that I hadn't read yet (one of my goals is to have read all the books that I own) and narrowed it down to a couple. I was on the phone with a friend and asked them to pick right or left or 1, 2, or 3 or something like that. Didn't say what the titles were, so it truly was random. And it was a rather dry choice. Freud's "The Psychoanalysis of Everyday Life." I didn't even make it 50 pages before counting my breeze through "YHWH is NOT a Radio Station In Minneapolis" as my Random Read. (It's a short humor book. Sort of like the ABC's on Jewish beliefs.)
Then I picked up "The Greatest Virtue" by Pat Robertson as my True. (The answer is humility.) It's been okay. Not the most interesting thing I've ever read, but it does get me thinking about things while I'm reading it. Deciphering what I agree with and what I don't agree with.
For my Old, I'm doing a re-read of one of my faves: O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. I bought this book in the fall of 07, after I had been in Nebraska a short while. I had liked "My Antonia" well enough and assumed I'd like this one, too. I was right. I decided last November I wanted to read through it again. It's become an annual tradition of mine, I guess you could say. Because I picked it up just the other day (Nov. 22) and discovered a break-out slip from work that I must have been using as a bookmark the last time I read it. It was dated Nov. 21, 2008.
O Pioneers!
In the Barnes & Noble edition, there is an introduction by Chris Kraus which I browsed before reading this time. (I've probably read it before, though.) And one thing that he said shed some light as to why I enjoy this book so much. He spends some time talking about Cather's distaste for women authors because all they write about is romance.
"But as Joan Acocella points out, one of Cather's greatest achievements was to write fiction in which love and marriage comprise only partial aspects her female protagonists' destinies. Alexandra does marry Carl, but this isn't the point of the story. By the time they marry, Alexandra's character has already been formed--by her relationship to the land, and to others; she is not defined by her marriage."
Reading through it, I've recognized some quotes that often run through my head so often that they're memorized.
p.11
"There is often a great deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon."
p. 27
A new favorite comes just before an old one here.
"A steady job, a few holidays, nothing to think about, and they would have been very happy."
"A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves."
p. 29
The exchange between Carl and Alexandra when he tells her his family is moving back to St. Louis; I have obtained more understanding about human emotion from this scene than probably any other literature I have read.
"She brushed the tears from her cheeks, not trying to hide them."
Alexandra to Carl: "It's by understanding me, and the boys, and mother, that you've helped me. I expect that is the only way one person ever really can help another." I actually used that in a letter I wrote to someone.
Carl to Alexandra: "We've someway always felt alike about things."
Alexandra to Carl: "Yes, that's it; we've liked the same tings and we've liked them together, without anybody else knowing....We've never either of us had any other close friend....and now I must remember that you are going where you will have many friends."
p. 35
"For the first time, perhaps, since that land emerged from the waters of geologic ages, a human face was set toward it with love and yearning. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious....The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman."
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