Commission by Ezra Pound
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
- 1919...
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
- 1919
I'm getting too old for this.
Ah Gossip Girl!!! I love it as much as I love Friends. I shunned one tree hills, the hilss, OC, etc. Because as KK said, they're dumb-ish. But GG. GG!!!
I cannot wait for season three. I SIMPLY ADORE CHAIR CANN!!!
Watching them makes me miss Husky....
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I cannot wait for season three. I SIMPLY ADORE CHAIR CANN!!!
Watching them makes me miss Husky.
Hey!
I've been through some internal ups and downs these days! Funny! Mostly, I have been discovering my new places with KK. We found the most delicious cheesecake, the most fascinating area to live (where I stepped on dog poop), brunch twice at overpriced sushi, eat, eat and eat. And finally, rediscovering my fondness of classical piano. Which I'm taking up again now. And did I mention we studied in a cafe with live jazz playing?
It's funny that although I miss Husky, it seems that I have so many things to do and so many things coming up that I don't even have the time to feel lonely. I mean, when all my partners in crime are gone, shops and boutiques are dressed in summer fashion! Oh and the sun! It's so glorious! It's 18 degrees out there and everyone is wearing shorts and summer dresses.
Sailing to Byzantium
by William Butler Yeats
- 1927
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come....
Monday, May 18, 2009
Seriously, I wanna go back to 17. I wish I wasn't that serious about my life. Laugh more, love more, live more. Now I'm facing the brink of being a responsible adult. Hell, I'm thinking about work. Well good things that life spare me a few years because I'm still a student. But until when can I hide?
Isn't it happy, when all you have to do is going to school everyday, play with your friends, not thinking about what lies ahead? They say you started the process of dying as soon as you're born.
Oh well, at least I OWN my life. Lately I've been giggling like teenagers again.
Yeah, you guessed right. Because I'm 21 this year.
Anyway, these few days have been really fun. KK and I went to many places, finally the webcam work. And albeit the business, I've been running. And I've been eating good stuffs, went shopping. Worry less :)
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Monday, May 11, 2009
It's funny that although I miss Husky, it seems that I have so many things to do and so many things coming up that I don't even have the time to feel lonely. I mean, when all my partners in crime are gone, shops and boutiques are dressed in summer fashion! Oh and the sun! It's so glorious! It's 18 degrees out there and everyone is wearing shorts and summer dresses.
Sailing to Byzantium
by William Butler Yeats
- 1927
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Teenagers
Seriously, I wanna go back to 17. I wish I wasn't that serious about my life. Laugh more, love more, live more. Now I'm facing the brink of being a responsible adult. Hell, I'm thinking about work. Well good things that life spare me a few years because I'm still a student. But until when can I hide?
Isn't it happy, when all you have to do is going to school everyday, play with your friends, not thinking about what lies ahead? They say you started the process of dying as soon as you're born.
Oh well, at least I OWN my life. Lately I've been giggling like teenagers again.
Yeah, you guessed right. Because I'm 21 this year.
Anyway, these few days have been really fun. KK and I went to many places, finally the webcam work. And albeit the business, I've been running. And I've been eating good stuffs, went shopping. Worry less :)
Eating my heart out
I was on the way to the gym when from a distance I heard these two audible women speaking about "mistresses" intelligence. They would ask for cars, house, etc. What's left for the old wives? Aiyoh. Women are the same everywhere. All ages, all races. I remembered talking with my mom about this.
Yesterday I had a very profound dinner with Lu. We cooked and the meal was delicious, we had wine and we talked, like women in dinnerparties. Then we had small cakes and tea. Isn't that nice? We should do that every Sunday night! On regular days we would be too busy to even eat.
Well not really, KK and I have been eating our ways to Ikea this whole week. Three times. Even when they called and claimed that they have found my phone, and turned out not to be my phone.
Anyway. School sucks. I'm not kidding. Not only that my schedule sucks. But also the first Macroecon class is on Tuesday morning. MORNING. As in 10 AM. So I have get out from my place from 8 Am. That means waking up from 7AM. Die.
I'm taking Ancient Chinese history, Macro and Poetry. The latter is currently my favorite subject. The second one, eh, not really, I even skipped one class already. You know, when you learn history, it's pretty important to have propper props. Otherwise, it sucks big time.
I'm excited to plan a summer basketball games and the second edition of the paper. I'm pretty happy about those! :D...
Saturday, May 9, 2009
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Friday, May 8, 2009
Yesterday I had a very profound dinner with Lu. We cooked and the meal was delicious, we had wine and we talked, like women in dinnerparties. Then we had small cakes and tea. Isn't that nice? We should do that every Sunday night! On regular days we would be too busy to even eat.
Well not really, KK and I have been eating our ways to Ikea this whole week. Three times. Even when they called and claimed that they have found my phone, and turned out not to be my phone.
Anyway. School sucks. I'm not kidding. Not only that my schedule sucks. But also the first Macroecon class is on Tuesday morning. MORNING. As in 10 AM. So I have get out from my place from 8 Am. That means waking up from 7AM. Die.
I'm taking Ancient Chinese history, Macro and Poetry. The latter is currently my favorite subject. The second one, eh, not really, I even skipped one class already. You know, when you learn history, it's pretty important to have propper props. Otherwise, it sucks big time.
I'm excited to plan a summer basketball games and the second edition of the paper. I'm pretty happy about those! :D
OOOOH I love her!!!
@*&$^#&
I MIGHT lost my phone again.
...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Me and him
Moi says:
hey you wanna hear something poetic?
Husky says:
wat?
Moi says:
...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
hey you wanna hear something poetic?
Husky says:
wat?
Moi says:
When we die, and depart from the material world,
we're still going to be together
and we're going to settle in another planet
be the queen and king on that planet
and invite only people that we like
and we're going to live together
forever, nothing is going to be in our way anymore
we'll wake up to each other every morning
The most beautiful song in the world
For years I've been listening to this song, and finally I fully appreciate the meaning. I can feel the truth in every word; they hit me hard on my face.
...
Monday, May 4, 2009
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough"
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here...
Angel
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough"
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
How's home?
My class was canceled today, so I accompany KK to the Care Center. KK tended an old lady. She's Korean. And KK speaks Korean to her. Well, she taught herself Korean. KK come to paint Granny P's nails. And afterwards, Granny P gave her a few coins. And said, I don't have anything much, but this is what I have...
If it was a drama, I would've cried a bucketshitload. As our conversation went, this is reality, things like that don't exist anymore. I certainly wouldn't have expected it from my friend. I mean, we call ourselves pomoist. Since when do we have time to care for the helpless? Hey it's nature's law! We play for survival.
But when I played some music in their tea room, they pay attention to my crappy melody. I experienced so much, much love today that makes me admire my friend KK. Although ofcourse, we have to lose weight. Hehe!...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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If it was a drama, I would've cried a bucketshitload. As our conversation went, this is reality, things like that don't exist anymore. I certainly wouldn't have expected it from my friend. I mean, we call ourselves pomoist. Since when do we have time to care for the helpless? Hey it's nature's law! We play for survival.
But when I played some music in their tea room, they pay attention to my crappy melody. I experienced so much, much love today that makes me admire my friend KK. Although ofcourse, we have to lose weight. Hehe!
Damn Funny!!!!
Miss
For people who doesn't know what is pain, pain is just a word. But for those who knows, pain is memories. It's not so much of what hurt you that caused the pain. More like of the memories that led up to it.
How dramatic was it: the whole week was bright sunny sun as bright as it can be, with the heat blasted pavement and cause backs to sweat. Yesterday there was hell rain, the small white dot that means the downpour was cold. Yet today, another bright and sunny day!
Oh well. C'est la vie....
How dramatic was it: the whole week was bright sunny sun as bright as it can be, with the heat blasted pavement and cause backs to sweat. Yesterday there was hell rain, the small white dot that means the downpour was cold. Yet today, another bright and sunny day!
Oh well. C'est la vie.