...to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;" -T.S. Eliot I love this poem (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock) and I particularly love this part. It feels like a little reassurance in my sometimes-tumultuous life. Getting used to living without the structure of classes, figuring out how to learn without instruction and create without deadlines. "Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is stretched out against the sky..."
Friday, October 29, 2010
Possibility
Listen to this song. LISTEN TO IT. preferably with headphones in or with the volume so loud it's the only thing you can hear. I swear it will get inside you and fill you up with wind.
It makes me see myself differently and the world around me. I am such a sucker for beautiful emotional things that other people find stupid and cliche and too emotional. I don't know if it's just me or if it's a writer thing, like because as writers we're so intuitive to the people and things and situations around us that we prefer these emotional things that make us feel less alone in our hyper-feeling worlds.
I don't know but it's something I don't and to grow out of or give up, it feels too good when I have it the right way and feeling bad doesn't even mean anything
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