i just want to listen to Pink Floyd all night long and forget everything else exists, including myself. I’m going to put on my big headphones and go to sleep listening to Dark Side of the Moon or Atom Heart Mother. I need to escape the voices in my head for a few hours.
Hi guys, if any of you are in the NYC area and are interested in either Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Occupy Wall Street, or just learning about different perspectives related to inequality and social justice there will be an event/discussion at the New York Public Library on March 9th regarding these subjects. It does cost some money but it sounds like it will worth the $15 ($25 without a student I.D). It will be his 300th birthday this year so there are quite a few Rousseau-related events going on. Here’s the link if you’re interested- Event Link I’ll be there!
“For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.”
—William Wordsworth, “Lines: Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey.” Lines 89-94.
I finished all those essays that are due on the same day, including the Shakespeare one which took hours and numerous days of planning. No joke, I even outlined it in my dreams- THIS IS NOT A JOKE- I woke up knowing what the sentence of my first paragraph would be and how I would outline all my ideas. THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. I can’t even stay away from school in my own dreams. Buuuuuuut I feel so accomplished… although I still have one more left but that one isn’t due until next week. Now I have a shitload of reading to do and a paper proposal. WISH ME LUCK GUYS. I must survive this semester.
“The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings,
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
In red weather.”—Wallace Stevens (Disillusionment of Ten O’clock)
Wait, no. The funniest part is that one of my professors assigned not one but TWO midterm papers, due on the same day of course, and then proceeded to complain about all of the papers he’s going to have to grade. Another professor wants us to write a paper (due on the same day as the other two) AND read a book… yes, for the same day. I don’t even want to think about the rest. MSU professors are not satisfied with just putting an end to my social life, they don’t want me to get any sleep either. I don’t usually complain about this, because I enjoy my assignments almost all of the time, but with work and everything I am feeling STRESSED. I am sneaking away to read some Taoist poetry at the moment in hopes that it will make me feel better. I don’t know. Breathe… breathe.
Hi nice to meet you my fellow Leo!! Doesn’t it make you wonder what they’re talking about when they talk about all that Leo confidence and egotism?! YOUR BLOG IS BEAUTIFUL. What school do you go to? What are your favorite books?? Sending lots of love your way my dear <3