talking of Michaelangelo.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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on Hemingway // 4:43 am
"You are all her dear boys," Catherine said. "She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain."
"It's raining hard."
"And you'll always love me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"And the rain won't make any difference?"
"No."
"That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain."
"Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling, steadily.
"I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain."
"I like it."
"I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving."
"I'll love you always."
"I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and -- what else is there?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm sleepy."
"Go to sleep, darling, and I'll love you no matter how it is."
"You're not really afraid of the rain are you?"
"Not when I'm with you."
"Why are you afraid of it?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"Don't make me."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"Alright, I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see the dead in it."
"No."
"And sometimes I see you dead in it."
"That's more likely."
"No, it's not, darling. Because I can keep you safe. I know I can. But nobody can help themselves."
"Please stop it. I don't want you to get Scotch and crazy tonight. We won't be together much longer."
"No, but I am Scotch and crazy. But I'll stop it. It's all nonsense."
"Yes it's all nonsense."
"It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afriad of the rain. I'm not afriad of the rain. Oh, oh God, I wish I wasn't." She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.
- extracted from Farewell to Arms
For some reason.... this passage really gets me. The choppy dialogue typical to Hemingway works so well here. It's quite applicable... as it rains and rains in Kingston right now.... Hope you had the patience to read through those words.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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miscellanies // 1:29 pm
Have you ever thought about moments of happiness. Just small moments... and when you think of those however small miniscule moments they are... you can't help but smile.
...even for a fleeting moment.
I like this German phrase my housemate put on her MSN personal message: "immer nicht genug..." It's quite fitting. Maybe just because it's in German... German has nothing to do it with it.
5 days left ... (: 雛祭り...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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vaults // 4:47 am
Rather than being an ominous word for me, I find that it represents such meaning of secrecy and mystery. Such intrigue is what I like.
Vaults. It gives me chills, but not apprehensive ones... just chills of wonder and intrigue, if that's even possible.
Went to Queen's Archives today, it was quite an enriching experience. It really reminded me of the time when I went to the Agnes Etherington Gallery vaults.
It's a bit chilly.
I like walks in the rain.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
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the iceberg // 5:31 am
What is submerged, what is evoked?
How do I feel and why do I feel that?
I always get myself into these little plights. Ah, my life is so interesting isn't it. I suppose it's because you can compare me to the moon... I'm fickle. Too much.
I wish I wasn't so, but I suppose I can't change myself.
I am going to get into a discussion about my type. I think I know what kind I look for, or automatically pick out in a crowd. It has to do with eyes. Eyes, cliched as the window to one's soul. But I wouldn't define it that way. I would define the eyes as a sort of mystery. People often talk of the eyes that glimmer and shine... and twinkle even. But... why is it that I feel eyes speak the unspeakable sorrow that we all hold. I like the word kanashimi in Japanese. To me... I feel it. I feel the word.
I wish the things I think wouldn't be written all over my face. I wish I could control it better.
I digress. The point is... I like eyes that have a story. Something I can dig deeper into. I like lying eyes. Eyes that hide something. I like eyes that are sad because there's something to heal, to cure. I want to be that healer. That is why. Guys with sad eyes attract me like bees to honey and that is just sad that I'm admitting it right here.
Of course there are exceptions to the rule. You you you. Your eyes shine. Your eyes make my heart erupt. But you don't have sad eyes... I don't understand. You're not it. You're just not it. Yet, I can't leave you behind just yet. Just let me hang on for a bit longer. Just a little longer...
Until my iceberg collapses for real. (Or... perhaps... immerge?)
Icebergs are interesting.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
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a hat // 3:47 pm
Please say hello to the incoming co-president of Queen's Chinese Students' Association.
I am scared but SO excited at the same time.
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delightful or delighted // 6:49 am
I post that as a question, but unsure where to put the question mark.
The Iceberg Method. I like it quite a bit. Ernest Hemingway gets to me too. 366 is why I'm still in English. I have said that before and I haven't changed that at all. The discussions thrill me and intrigue me and I love ever word uttered. The syllabus was like made for me. Everything feels so poignant when I'm in that class.
My stomach is doing flips.
