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Well bollocks.
(If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, please see the nearest doctor as you are clearly dead.)
Despite my very obvious and vocal disappointment, school was fun today with everyone running around discussing the elections. The best was me arguing with a 3rd year guy (14 years old maybe?) about the election system and Bush and Kerry and etc etc.
Also high on the list of amusements was "You're a BUSH-LICKER" yelled down the corridors at lunch...followed by the head of Technology grabbing young commentor by the collar and hauling him down to the office. *snorts*
Political debates all around.
Now, for something slightly more fun. The poetry meme. Once you see/read this, post this in your LJ followed by a poem. Inspired by musesfool and therefore, reminds me of dearest Moony
Philip Larkin - "Love, we must part now"
Love, we must part now: do not let it be
Calamitous and bitter. In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last
Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I
No longer hold them; we are husks, that see
The grain going forward to a different use.
There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.
And now, because that was far too depressing for me to end on (also metaphysical poets are my poetry study this year) (note 2: all in old-fashioned English. PH33R teh spelling):
John Donne - "The Good Morrow"
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we i'the seaven sleepers den?
'Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to others, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse our world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
(If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, please see the nearest doctor as you are clearly dead.)
Despite my very obvious and vocal disappointment, school was fun today with everyone running around discussing the elections. The best was me arguing with a 3rd year guy (14 years old maybe?) about the election system and Bush and Kerry and etc etc.
Also high on the list of amusements was "You're a BUSH-LICKER" yelled down the corridors at lunch...followed by the head of Technology grabbing young commentor by the collar and hauling him down to the office. *snorts*
Political debates all around.
Now, for something slightly more fun. The poetry meme. Once you see/read this, post this in your LJ followed by a poem. Inspired by musesfool and therefore, reminds me of dearest Moony
Philip Larkin - "Love, we must part now"
Love, we must part now: do not let it be
Calamitous and bitter. In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last
Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I
No longer hold them; we are husks, that see
The grain going forward to a different use.
There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.
And now, because that was far too depressing for me to end on (also metaphysical poets are my poetry study this year) (note 2: all in old-fashioned English. PH33R teh spelling):
John Donne - "The Good Morrow"
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we i'the seaven sleepers den?
'Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to others, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse our world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
