Poems I dig. . . Tuesday, May 27 2008

There Will Be Rest
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness holy and low.

I will make this world of my devising,
Out of a dream in my lonely mind,
I shall find the crystal of peace,–above me
Stars I shall find.

This is my favorite poem. Sara speaks so eloquently about the beauty and just paints a scene. It makes me want to tear up.

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

William Carlos Williams

Oh William and your simplicity. The way you can take so few words and lace them with such intense meaning and emotion. He was a travelling doctor to support his writing. I LOVE his writing.

Chicago

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,

Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,

Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse,
and under his ribs the heart of the people,

Laughing!

Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Carl Sandburg

The love for the city of chicago is beautiful. The love for hard working, sweat and grime type people, damn, i LOVE it! so raw and real and relevant.

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Ruling with an Iron Fist. Saturday, Feb 2 2008

Hello. My name is Angela, I’m 22 years old, and *insert sobby sniffly noise* I don’t like rules.

No friends, I do NOT like rules, and yet ironically, my life is miserable unless I keep myself following very closely to a pretty legalistic set of rules. Lately I’ve been having trouble getting up in the morning, because my bed is so effing comfortable, and it’s cold outside my covers, and I’m a lazy bum, whatever. So, a new rule has been made.

Angela’s rule on waking up: First alarm, you’re up. If you awaken before the alarm and it is daylight, out of bed.

See, all of my rules serve a very good purpose, they’re not silly crap put into effect just to make me miserable (because um, I’m the one putting them in effect!). They’re always for my betterment, but they’re rarely fun.

Some of my rules:
~No napping unless it is an extremely severe circumstance. I can’t think of a severe circumstance off hand, but I’m hesitant to say never.
~I must take my medicine every morning and every night. Once I get my sleep unscrewed up, I’m going to work on taking it at the same time in the morning and at night.
~No caffeine after 5 pm.
~No going to Memorial Union during the week with the purpose of studying. None will occur as friends are there and chatty chatty happens instead of read-y read-y
~Walk downtown unless the weather is beyond abominable. It’s only like 8 or so blocks. That’s not worth the gas.
~No missing therapy or psychiatrist visits.

There will be more as the semester and year go on, but seeing as I just moved to CoMo permanently, I’m still adjusting to what rules I need to implement.

I hate rules. Really, I do. Tell me not to do something and I will be sorely tempted to do just that solely because you said I couldn’t. Yet, when I don’t follow the rules I set, life ends up sucktastic.

(the writer of this blog entry apologizes for it being so boring.  It sounded really good when she was thinking about it.  Then the fingers started hitting keys and this was the end result.  I wrote it though, so i’m going to put it on the internets for the world to see anyway.  Deal with it.)

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Coloring Outside the Lines Tuesday, Dec 11 2007

    Growing up we are all admonished to be sure to color inside the lines.  Yet then, as we grow older, some of us end up being encouraged by teachers or bosses to “think outside the box.”  I have decided therefore, to go ahead and color outside of the lines, to think freely about the problems faced in life.

This blog is going to mainly focus on social issues I come across in my sociology classes and readings.  It will also focus on religious issues and theology.  In other words, I’m going to blog about what is important to me, which is what most blogs are, aren’t they?

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