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because greta said i should write…


First off, I would like to say how much I hate labels. I hate labels and people who would judge me for shopping at Dollarama. I tear at them (the people, that is) as I feebly scratch the reluctant sticker and get my nails all gunky. I also hate when you boil water and forget about it and have to drink cold tea. I hate when you actually take the time to make a salad but then the dressing leaks all over your bag. I hate how I have the worst teachers for the subjects I love, and the best ones for those I hate. I hate how my parents don’t even consider what I have to say, but stuff their ears with cotton balls (not really, but that would be funny). I hate how lately I break down every time I try to stand up. It’s really not okay. Oh no, today was not a very pleasant day.

I love how they told us our French teacher was going to be cranky in her pregnancy, but instead we’re laughing more than ever before. I love how somehow some people keep smiling under stress, duress, the rest. I love poetry and writing and words WORDS, even when the teachers (unknowingly) do their best to ruin them. I love oatmeal raisin cookies with coconut, especially when you find a secret, don’t-you-dare-eat-them stash and you eat them anyway. I love girls who aren’t afraid to yell down the hallway. I love people who give money for nothing, and people who do big somethings for no money at all. Thanks to them, today was wonderful, really truly full of wonder.

But I don’t know how I feel about love and hate and all those words in between. My daddy says hate is a strong word and shouldn’t be misused. Well, I say love is a strong word that shouldn’t be abused. So maybe we should salvage all the lost words floating somewhere in between and serve up some meaning for what should’ve been.

P.S. Sorry to be so mopey and melancholy. If you’re interested, get your own mind-numbing t-shirt over here.

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tu risa

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

– translated from the Spanish poem by Pablo Neruda

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april showers! who needs flowers?

RAIN
by Shel Silverstein

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

Gotta love Shel (and the rain). Do you have a favourite season (or a favourite type of precipitation)? Would you dance in the rain or run to stand under the nearest tree? Tell me!

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the good-morrow

THE GOOD-MORROW
John Donne

I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I
Did till we loved? Were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ‘twas but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.


I love that line “snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ Den?”.  Legend has it that long ago seven young men were shut up in a cave by the Roman emperor Decius, on account of refusing to recant their Christian faith.  Having no way of escape, the seven men soon fell into a deep slumber which seems to have lasted for over two hundred years! During this time, emperor Decius was replaced with Theodosius and the persecution of the Christian faith had morphed into the entire empire embracing it. However, when the seven men finally awoke they imagined they had slept for only one day, and were laughed at when they tried to pay the nearby villagers with old “Decius” coins.

Poem by the ever-eloquent John Donne. Images from the film Tristan & Isolde.

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the edge of love

“The Edge of Love” is a visually stunning film released in 2009. It tells the tale of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, and the two loves of his life, Vera Phillips and Caitlin MacNamara. Dylan and his first love, Vera, grew up together in Wales but have since drifted apart. (Vera to singing in London and Dylan to writing propaganda films for the war effort.) Vera and Dylan remember their past romance when they meet in London in 1940, but at this point Dylan is married to the beautiful, adventurous Caitlin and Vera is being pursued by the handsome Officer William Killick.

Despite an obvious tie towards Dylan, Vera marries William and soon becomes pregnant. An unlikely friendship forms between Caitlin and Vera, and when William is sent off to war, Vera moves to Wales with her and Dylan.

Upon William’s return, he finds his wife much changed and is enraged by neighbourhood gossip as well as Dylan’s mockery of soldier-heroes. The film reaches its climax when William stages an aggressive attack on Dylan, bringing the foursome’s tumultuous relationships to an intense splitting point.


Starring Keira Knightley as Vera Phillips, Sienna Miller as Caitlin MacNamara, Matthew Ryhs as Dylan Thomas, and Cilian Murphy as William Killick.

Watch the trailer below:

Images from here. Click to enlarge.

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the marriage of true minds

LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare – Sonnet 116

For those Sense & Sensibility (Jane Austen) fans out there, this is the poem Edward Ferrars attempts to read, but not to the satisfaction of passionate Marianne, who presses him to read it again “with greater feeling”.

Image from here.

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