The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
“what is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with the years. the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
sometimes i want to slip away and disappear no matter how good my life is at the moment i just feel the need to forget, people make me feel vulnerable and that makes me uncomfortable.
anyway, i am currently at the university of maryland to see if my future lies in college park. i get my barnard letter in a few days. HOLY FUCK. i'm deciding my future in a few days...how epic.
anyway i need to peace out of my room before i kill myself due to too much family time.
while some may write you off for being tacky and having no sense of style, you are absolutely fucking epic! seriously, i hate wearing pants, so i completely feel you. also, i read something wear you said you know guys probably aren't digging what you're wearing but you like it so it's okay (basically my life story). SO, i completely fail at blogging and am attempting to start doing it again, i'm dedicating this to lady gaga since it's basically the only thing i can listen to (the fame was written about my future) and there's no doubt i'll be copying the hairbow made of of own hair soon.