Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Karen Karbo's How to Hepburn




Karen Karbo’s How to Hepburn
Begin: 05/10/07
End: 05/13/07
Quality: Eight out of Ten
Reason: Random.
Genre: Film. Non-fiction.
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 04.07.2007
Fog Index: N/A
Flesch Index: N/A
Flesch-Kincaid Index: N/A
Complex Words: N/A
Number: First.
Synopsis: Weird little book. It’s basically reviewing Katharine’s life and culling life lessons from it.
Thoughts: I love it and I hated it. I loved it a lot more than I hated it. I thought that Karbo seemed to have a set guidelines and just kinda used Kate’s life as a model as opposed to looking at Kate’s life and getting the lesson from that. I did enjoy the overview of her life and it made me go and buy the Mann biography about how she was a lesbian.

I guess that’s all I got for this little book.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

William Shakespeare



William Shakespeare’s Timon of Athens
Begin: 04/28/07
End: 05/07/07
Quality: Four out of Ten
Reason: Reading Plan.
Genre: Drama. Classics. Problem Plays.
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 1623
Fog Index: 9.6/73% are harder.
Flesch Index: 62.9/72% are harder.
Flesch-Kincaid Index: 7.3/75% are harder.
Complex Words: 13%/57% are harder.
Number: First.
Synopsis: Timon of Athens is very generous to his friends, constantly giving gifts and getting people out of debt. Unfortunately, when his money runs out, no one will help him. He flees Athens and lives in a cave where he finds a large cache of gold. He gives this to Alcibiades to conquer Athens.
Thoughts: Why do I keep reading this damn problem plays? They just end up confuse the shit out of me. Fuck it, I am reading Midsummer Night’s Dream next. Now that is some good Shakespeare. This stuff is just tough to get through and figure out what the hell is going on.
I didn’t hate it. I just thought it was kinda weird and I had a hard time seeing where some of the characters were coming from.

I don’t really think I got much out of it. I had a few food quotes. I really enjoyed the character of Apemantus, the churlish philosopher. I may want to bring the word churlish back into everyday use. It is a fun word.

The play remind me, in some ways, of Nina Simone’s “No one knows you when your down.”

And I guess that is all that I have for the moment.

“What a sweep of vanity comes this way./They Dance? They are madwomen./ Like Madness is the glory of this life,/As this pomp shows to a little oil and root/We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves,/And spend our flatteries to drink those men/Upon whose age we void it up again/With poisonous spite and envy/who lives that’s not depraved or depraves?/Who dies that bears not one spurn to their graves/of their friends’ gift?/I should fear those that dance before me now/would one day stamp upon me. ‘T’as been done./ Men shut their doors against a setting dun.” (I.ii.134-147)

“I am Misanthropos and hate mankind./For thy part/I do wish thou wert a dog,/that I might love thee something.” (IV.iii.54-56)

“Spare your oaths:/I’ll trust to your conditions. Be whore still,/And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you, / Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up;/ Let your close fire predominate his smoke / and Be no turncoats.” (IV.iii.139-145)

Monday, May 7, 2007

Toni Morrison's Jazz



Toni Morrison's Jazz
Begin: 04/29/07
End: 05/07/07
Quality: Seven out of Ten
Reason: Reading Plan.
Gene: Fiction.African American Fiction..
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 1992.
Fog Index: 8.2/85% are harder.
Flesch Index: 76.3/91% are harder.
Flesch-Kincaid Index: 6.2/86% are harder.
Complex Words: 6%/92% has more.
Number: First.
Synopsis: Joe Trace shoots his teenage lover, Dorcas. His wife tries to disfigure the girl at her funeral. This novel goes back and forth through time explaining the stories of not just, Joe, Violet and Dorcas but others as well.
Thoughts: Wow. I don’t know how she does it. I really am at such a loss when I read her books. Toni Morrison is just so fucking amazing. I mean really! The worlds and characters that she creates, the prose that she weaves seemingly out of magic and poetry.

Now, having said all of that, this was not my favorite Toni Morrison. I felt that it was a little fractured, a little more rambling than I would have liked. I do not know if this has anything to do with the fact that I am feeling a little spacey lately.

I guess that is my main problem with this work, too much going on. You had the main story with Violet, Joe and Dorcas but then their was Alice Manfred and the back stores of Violet and Joe and I just had a hard time keeping track. I also found the narration to be confusing. I wasn’t sure who it was. It wasn’t till the end of the book that I realized it was Toni Morrison herself, or at least I think so.

I would write more but I seem to have misplaced my brain. I feel bad since most of what I wrote is negative. And I really did like it but since my brain is gone, I’m going to give up the ghost.
Quotes:

“And when spring comes to the City people notice one another in the road; notice the strangers with whom they share aisles and tables and the space where intimate garments are laundered.” (117)

“I told you again that you were the reason Adam ate the apple and its core. That when he left Eden, he left a rich man. Not only he he have Eve, but he had the first taste of the first apple in the world in his mouth for the rest of his life. The very first to know what it was like. To bite it,. Bite it down. Hear the crunch and let the red peeling break into his heart.” (133)

“Don’t ever think I feel for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind. And I made up my mind to follow you too.” (135)

“Only now, he thought, now that I know I have a father, do I feel his absence: the place where he should have been and was not. Before, I thought everybody was one-armed, like me. Now I feel the surgery. The crunch of bone when it is sundered, the sliced flesh and the tubes of blood cut through, shocking the bloodrun and disturbing the nerves. They dangle and writhe. Singing pain. Waking me with the sound of itself, thrumming when I sleep so deeply it strangles my dreams away. There is nothing for it but to go away from where he is not to where he used to be and might be still. Let the dangle and the writhe see what it is missing; let the pain sing to the dirt where he stepped in the place where he used to be and might be still. I am not going to be healed, or to find the arm that was removed from me. I am going to freshen the pain, point it, so we both know what it is for.” (158)

“The girls have red lips and their legs whisper to each other through silk stockings. The red lips and the silk flash power. A power they will exchange for the right to be overcome, penetrated. The men at their side love it because, in the end, they will reach in, extend, get back behind that power, grab it and keep it still.” (182)

“What’s the world if you can’t make it up the way you want it?”
“The way I want it?”
“Yeah. The way you want it. Don’t you want it to be something more than what it is?”
“What’s the point? I can’t change it?”
“That’s the point. If you don’t, it will change you and it’ll be your fault cause you let it. I let it. And messed up my life.”
“Messed it up how?”
“forgot it”
“forgot?”
“forgot it was mine. My life. I just ran up and down the street wisahing I was somebody else.”
“Who? Who’d you want to be?”
“Not who so much as what. White. Light. Young again.” (208)

“I envy them their public love. I myself have only known it in secret, shared it in secret and longed, aw longed to show it-to be able to say out loud what they have no need to say at all: That I have loved only you, surrendered my whole self reckless to you and nobody else. That I want you to love me back and show it to me. That I love the way you hold me, how close you let me be to you. I like your fingers on and on, lifting, turning. I have watched your face for a long time now, and missed your eyes when you went away from me. Talking to you and hearing you answer-that’s the kick.” (229)

Monday, April 30, 2007

Mildred D. Taylor's Let the Circle be unbroken



Mildred D. Taylor’s Let the Circle be Unbroken
Begin: 04/25/07
End: 04/29/07
Quality: Ten out of Ten
Reason: Unread.
Gene: Fiction. Children’s Literature. .
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 1981
Fog Index: 6.8/92% are harder.
Flesch Index: 78.27/94% are harder.
Flesch-Kincaid Index: 5.1/92% are harder.
Complex Words: 6%/92% has more.
Number: First.
Synopsis: This is the sequel to Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry. It follows after that summer of that previous novel. Cassie is still the narrator and in this book, she has to content with the trial of T.J., the arrival of a cousin and Stacey running off to look for work.
Thoughts: I really enjoyed this novel. It did not find it quite as amazing as Roll of Thunder but it was still really impressive and I am more than willing to read more about the Logan Family. It had some really good quotes but I failed to note where they were so I now have no idea.

I don’t know what it is about African-American literature that draws me so but it is definitely worth some time to try and discover.

I guess I don’t have much to say other than that!

Mark Edmundson's Why Read?



Mark Edmundson’s Why Read
Begin: 04/19/07
End: 04/26/07
Quality: Nine out of Ten
Reason: Random
Gene: Non-Fiction. Literary Criticism.
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 2004
Fog Index: 13.6/45% are harder.
Flesch Index: 51.7/52% are harder.
Flesch-Kincaid Index: 10.9/45% are harder.
Complex Words: 14%/53% has more.
Number: First.
Synopsis: This book was basically just Edmundson’s (NEH/Daniels Family Distinguished Teaching Professor at University of Virginia) talking about the problems currently with a liberal arts education and then getting into his ideas of the purpose and aim of the liberal arts education and well, why we should read.

Why Read:

Well, there is a lot to write about here, to reflect on and to tease out of the text. The book starts off with a very dim assessment of the university system and a critique of certain aspects of out culture. Edmundson believes that universities are geared more towards these days and that most of the students are taken in by “the culture of cool”. He goes on to lay quite a bit of blame on the way that Universities compete for students. He believes this has made universities advocate for “more comfortable, less challenging environments, places where almost no one failed, everything was enjoyable, and everyone was nice”

He talks quite a bit of students today and also of television. “TV is a tranquilizing medium, a soporific, inducing in its devotees a light narcosis. It reduces anxiety, steadies and quiets the nerves. But it also deadens.” (11)

His seeming answer to all of these things was a better liberal arts education. He believes that central to the true education in the humanities were the activity of discovering oneself as one is in great writing and that literature allows glimpses of the self that could be, a self and a world, for that matter, that you can begin creating.

He talks about the idea of a Final Narrative. This seems to coincide with a worldview or an ideology, the ideas, principles and commitments which argument, logic and analysis are unlikely to change. He sees literature (and a liberal arts education) as a way for students to develop their final narratives, a way of growing and developing. He uses this Emerson quote as a explanation of how he sees human development. “The life of man, is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes of all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end.” (29)

He talked briefly about Ironists. Those human beings who are aware that anything they know and believe in is subject to change and be replaced by another idea. Those who hold even their most fervent beliefs with doubt and speculation.

He believes it is extremely important to encounter works with various beliefs and put them through what he calls, “imagined experience”. He believes that students can find their highest mode of being through encounters with what he likes to call, “the best of what has been known and thought.” AKA Literature.
“For the simple reason that for many people, the truth-the circle, the vision of experience- that they’ve encountered through socialization is inadequate. It doesn’t put them into a satisfying relation to experience.” (52)

A literary critic makes a author or book’s implicit wisdom explicit.

Edmundson wants literature to be seen as a sort of secular holy writ, a means for shaping ourselves. Or as he says, “Literature is, I believe, our best goad toward new beginnings, our best chance for what we might call secular rebirth…the fact remains that in literature there abide major hopes for human renovation.” (3)

That’s All I have for now. I am going to give you a shitload of quotes. I will be back sometime in the next month to talk about what I feel about literature but that will take a while.

“They are the questions that should lie at the core of a liberal arts education. Who am I? What might I become? What is this world in which I find myself? How might I be changed for the better? We ought to value great writing preeminently because it enjoins us to ask and helps us to answer these questions, and others like them” (5)

His seeming thesis was as follows….“The function of a liberal arts education is to use major works of art and intellect to influence one’s Final narrative, one’s outermost circle of commitments. A liberal education uses books to rejuvenate, reaffirm, replenish, revise, overwhelm, replace, in some cases (alas) even help begin to generate the web of words that we’re defined by….A larguage, Wittgenestein thought, is a way of life. A new language…is potentially a new way to live.” 31-32

The idea of the Final Narrative seems to coincide with worldview or ideology.
It involves the “ultimate set of terms that we use to confer value on experience. It’s where our principles are manifest. When someone talks feelingly about the Ten Commandments, or the Buddha’s Four Noble Truths, or the innate goodness of human beings, or about all human history being the history of class conflict, then, in all likelihood, she has revealed something close to the core of her being. She’s touched on her ultimate terms of commitment, the point beyond which argument and analysis are unlikely to go, at least very quickly.” (25)

Or as Rorty explains it….“All human beings carry about a set of words which they employ to justify their actions, their beliefs, and their lives. These are the words in which we formulate praise of our friends and contemplate for our enemies, our long term projects, our deepest self-doubts and our highest hopes. They are the words in which we tell, sometimes prospectively and sometimes retrospectively, the story of our lives.” (25-26)


Rorty finds that certain people are “always aware that the terms in which they describe themselves are subject to change, always aware of the contingency and fragility of their final vocabularies, and thus of their selves.”

Ironists hold even their most fervent commitments with doubt. They are aware that anything they know is subject to change, to replace by other ideas.


“What Proust is describing is an act of self-discovery on the part of the reader. Immersing herself in Proust, the reader may encounter aspects of herself that, while they have perhaps been in existence for a long time, have remained unnamed, undescribed, and therefore in a certain sense unknown. One might say that the reader learns the language of herself; or that she is humanely enhanced, enlarging the previously constricting circle that made up the border of what she’s been. One might also say, using another idiom, one that has largely passed out of circulation, that her consciousness has been expanded.” (4)

“the fact remains that in literature there abide major hopes for human renovation.” (3)

He sees a couple of things in those who choose to study the liberal arts. “The person who stands on the edge, between regression and progress, past and future, is the one who has made herself ripe for literary education.” (83)


The best literature tends to be a layered experience.” (41)
“But at least they compelled the students to see intellectual work as a confrontation between two people, read and author, where the stakes mattered.” (9)


He finds that taking a deep delight in a book or author is a little like falling in love, but if you want to adapt his or her vision to one’s own life than more than necessary, a critical scrunity is needed.

He finds that literary beauty is the effective interfusion of feeling and thoughts.

The teacher begins the secular dialogue with faith by offering the hypothesis that there is no one human truth about the good life but that there are many human truths, many viable paths.

In a liberal arts education, history is the necessary and profound, rejoined to the liberal arts education.

The test of a book lies in its power to map or transform a life.





“People die miserably every day for lack of what is found in despisted poems-in literary artwork, in other words, that society at large denigrates. My own life, and the lives of others I’ve know offer testimony fdor what Williams has to say. Reading woke me up. It took me from a world of harsh limits unto expanded possibility. Without poetry, without literature and art, I (and I believe many others, too) could well have died miserably. It was this belief in great writing that, thirty years ago, made me become a teacher.” (1)


“So he who would lead a Christ like is he who is perfectly and abosultly himself.” (Oscar Wilde)


“We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.” (14)

“The most consequential poems offer something that is new-or,one might say ‘truth’, that makes significant life possible. Without such truth, one is in danger of miserable death, the kind of death that can come from living without meaning, without intensity, focus or design.” (2)

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

W. Somerset Maugham's The Painted Veil



W. Somerset Maugham’s The Painted Veil
Begin: 04/20/07
End: 04/24/07
Quality: Six out of Ten
Reason: Book Club.
Genre: Fiction.
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 1925
Fog Index: 8.6/82% are harder.
Flesch Index: 74.6/89% are harder.
Flesch-Kincaid Index: 6.3/84% are harder.
Complex Words: 8%/86% have more.
Number: First.
Synopsis: Kitty Fane is the wife of a bacteriologist in Hong Kong. She is not only bored by her husband, she despises him a little. The story opens on her and her lover, Charlie Townsend. Her husband takes her to a cholera ridden city in mainland China. And it is their where she discover quite a lot about not only herself, but also her husband and her lover.
Thoughts:

I have a couple of things that I would like to get across from this novel.

First of all, I have to say, that I really took a great disliking to Kitty Fane when I first picked this book up. This very well may have something to do with the large joint that I had smoked before starting on this book. I am not really sure. I just know that especially in that first scene, I wanted to take Ms. Fane across my knee. She was so shallow and self-absorbed and narcissistic.

My distaste for Kitty was also tempered and fueled by the sense of my own connection with her. I have a modest fear of becoming a shallow, self-absorbed and narcissistic faggot. It is something which I try to guard against and so I think when I come across characters which openly hold those characteristics, it irritates me.

I really wish that Maugham had spent more time on Walter. The novel is solely focused on Kitty, but I found Walter to be interesting. I also (and this probably seems odd since I just compared myself to Kitty) found myself connecting to Walter quite a bit. I feel, in some ways, that I am that hyper intelligent and sensitive man who doesn’t really know what to do socially and has little to no ambition.

I found the Kitty’s character arc in this story very interesting. She starts out as just a love starved shallow women but through a number of episodes becomes really quite the person of character. We find her at the end of the story, talking to her father, wanting a better fate for her daughter, wanting her daughter to really be a person of substance and independent. She goes from Kitty the social climber, in the beginning, to Kitty the ardent feminist in the end.

Okay. I think that is all I have to say for the moment. I have a few other thoughts but they are still floating half-formed behind my medulla oblongata and I don’t really feel like fishing them out at the moment.

Here are some quotes.

“You really are the most vain and fatuous ass that it’s ever been my bad luck to run across,” she said. (232)

“Freedom! That was the thought that sung in her heart so that even though the furniture was so dim, it was irrescent like the mist over a river where the morning sun fell upon it. Freedom! Not only freedom from a bond that irked, and a companionship which depressed her; freedom, not only from the death which had threatened, but freedom from the love that had degraded her; freedom from all spiritual ties, the freedom of a disembodied spirit, and with freedom, courage, and a valiant unconcern for whatever was to come.” (210)

“Don’t you know that I’m a human being, unhappy and alone, and I want comfort and sympathy and encouragement; oh , can’t you turn a minute away from God and give me a little compassion; not the Christian compassion that you have for all suffering things, but just human compassion for me?” (204)

“I wonder. I wonder if it matters that what they have aimed at is illusion. Their lives are in themselves beautiful. I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possibly to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.” (196)

“Let me be frank just this once, Father. I’ve been foolish and wicked and hateful. I’ve been terribly punished. I’m determined to save my daughter from all that. I want her to be fearless and frank. I want her to be a person, independent of others because she is possessed of herself, and I want her to take life like a free man and make a better job of it than I have.” (245)


Sonnet the title was taken from....


"Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,-behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it-he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher, found it not."
--Percy Bysshe Shelley


Walter refers to this on his death bed. Goldsmith's Elegy

Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.

In Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.

The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied:
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Susan Glaspell's The Verge



Susan Glaspell's The Verge
Begin: 04/19/07
End: 04/19/07
Quality: Seven out of Ten
Reason: Modern Drama
Genre: Drama. American Literature. Fiction.
Original Language: English.
Date of Publication: 1921
Fog Index: N/A
Flesch Index: N/A
Flesch-Kincaid Index: N/A
Complex Words: N/A
Number: Never.
Synopsis: Well, it's really all about Claire. She is a woman who is trying to create a new type of plant and the play focus on the reasons Claire is doing this and how that effects the people in her life.
Thoughts:

I have to say that although I really did like this play, that while I felt strangely connected to some of the angst/melancholia that Claire was going through, I did find myself a little confused by the whole thing. Too much symbolism perhaps? Claire says at one point, “There’s something underneath-an open way-down below the way that words can go” And I think that sums up the play for me in many ways. It’s like I got this play on a visceral level that makes it hard to explain not only my connection to it but also what I saw going on and revealed in the aforementioned play. It’s like its accessible only by my unconscious self and much of what I perceived and felt about it is still inexpressible at the moment. Perhaps, it must marinate in my mind for a little while longer. I do feel that this is one of those plays which will lurk in my head for a good long time, peeping out at me at inopportune times.

Let me try and give some of the thoughts that I can muster up in the next few minutes before I start on all the stupid reports that I must do for my jobby job.

Claire is more than unhappy by her current circumstances. Claire is pushed down and broken.
She is a woman of vast intellect and talent and she has very little outlets for that. She is expected to be the wife and mother above all else. This has disturbed her severely. She so wants to break free. She very much reminded me of that Nina Simone song, “I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free”. And she is very much treated, in the first act especially, like the beloved eccentric pet. It reminded me a bit of Ibsen’s Doll House and how Helmer treated Nora. Neither her husband nor her lover nor her romantic love seems to know what to do with her.


The use of plants was, I believe, a symbol for Claire's creativity. Glaspell was possibly speaking of her own struggles with living in a society which devalued women while having this enormous talent and intellect.


Nor am I really sure what else to talk about.

Anyway. Here are some quotes that I found to be very relevant.


"You think I can't smash anything? You think life can't break up, and go outside what it was? Because you've gone dead in the form in which you found yourself, you think that's all there is to the whole adventure? And that is called sanity. And made a virtue-to lock one in. You never worked with things that grow! Thing that take a sporting chance-go mad-that sanity mayn't lock them in-from life untouched-from life-that waits." (231)

Dick: Anyway, I think he might have some idea that we can't very well reach each other.
Harry: Damn nonsense. What have we got intelligence for?
Dick: To let each other alone, I suppose. Only we haven't enough to do it.
Harry: Don't tell me I'm getting nerves. But the way some of you people talk is enough to make even an aviator jumpy. Can't reach each other! Then we're fools. if I'm here and you're there, why can't we reach each other?
Dick: Because I am I and you are you.
(233)

Claire: No; I'm going on. They have been shocked out of what they were-into something they were not; they've broken from the forms in which they found themselves. They are alien. Outside. That's it, outside; if you-know what I mean.
...
Claire: Out there-lies all that's not been touched-lies life that waits. Back here-the old pattern, done again, again and again. So long done it doesn't even know itself for a pattern-in immensity. But this-has invaded. Crept a little way into-what wasn't. Strange lines in life unused. And when you make a pattern new you know a pattern's made with life. And then you know that anything may be-if only you know how to reach it." (238)

Adelaide: Come, come, now-let's not juggle words.
Claire: How dare you say that to me, Adelaide. You who are such a liar and thief and whore with words!
...
Claire: I respect words.
Adelaide: Well, you'll please respect me enough not to dare use certain words to me!
Claire: Yes, I do dare. I;m tired of what you do-you and all of you. Life-experience-values-calm-sensitive worlds which raise their heads as indications. And you pull them up-to decorate your stagnant little minds-and think that makes you- And because you have pulled that word from that life that grew if you won't let one who's honest and aware and troubled, try to reach through to-to what she doesn't know is there"
(242)
“My love you’re going away-
Let me tell you how it is with me;
I want to touch you you-somehow touch you once
Before I die-
Let me tell you how it is with me.
I do not want to work,
I want to be;
Do not want to make a rose or make a poem-
Want to lie upon the earth and know.
Stop doing that!-words going into patterns;
They do it sometimes when I let come what’s there
Thoughts take pattern-then the pattern is the thing
But let me tell you how it is with me
All that I do or say-it is what it comes from
A drop lifted from the sea
I want to lie upon the earth and know
But-scratch a little dirt and make a flower;
Scratch a bit of brain-something like a poem
Stop doing that. Help me stop doing that!” Claire-245