08 November 2010
On My Deer Hart, er, Dear Heart
John Milton, "On Shakespeare"
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones
To labor of an age in piled stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
For, whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving
,And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones
To labor of an age in piled stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
For, whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving
,And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
07 November 2010
Bosch's Heater
The heater makes the smoke detector wail.
Under circumstances that did not include a 52 degree rainy day, I could make a joke of that, but...well, I'm cold. But mostly, the heater has just gotten me mad. I have cleaned the filter, and,m if the heater would open more, I would more than attempt to eradicate the dust build up in the coils inside. But the heater is against me.
And while I try to keep myself from going postal, and blaming the school for freakin' installing a heater that cannot be cleaned (one more reason to hate the school, right?), I look out the window at the chilly, rain soaked yard of the College of Idaho, I am reminded, almost violently, of Bosch's triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights. The outer painting depicts the world after the flood, which, obviously, should lead me to a post about God's love, but, rather, reminds me that things here at the school--They are going to get better. I just gotta hold out.
And change my major to Art History.
Under circumstances that did not include a 52 degree rainy day, I could make a joke of that, but...well, I'm cold. But mostly, the heater has just gotten me mad. I have cleaned the filter, and,m if the heater would open more, I would more than attempt to eradicate the dust build up in the coils inside. But the heater is against me.
And while I try to keep myself from going postal, and blaming the school for freakin' installing a heater that cannot be cleaned (one more reason to hate the school, right?), I look out the window at the chilly, rain soaked yard of the College of Idaho, I am reminded, almost violently, of Bosch's triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights. The outer painting depicts the world after the flood, which, obviously, should lead me to a post about God's love, but, rather, reminds me that things here at the school--They are going to get better. I just gotta hold out.
And change my major to Art History.
20 October 2010
Question:
Concerning a person who sat next to me in English Lit yesterday:
Do drugs smell like bad cologne, Big Red chewing gum, and sweat?
Because I've never smelt them before.
Do drugs smell like bad cologne, Big Red chewing gum, and sweat?
Because I've never smelt them before.
18 October 2010
He Has Made Me Glad
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