turning,

Cheers y'all! Spring is a-coming! the sun's a-shining! the wind's a-breezing! the birds a-chirping! ( try saying this with the most honky-dory accent you can manage while skipping on the way to school. amusing stuff! but then yasmin is easily amused.)

It is 3 degrees now, and I feel like sitting on grass all the time! except it's wet. and muddy. grr

snow dance,

today the snow danced
and I could feel it singing and
it was falling and moving and
they seem to have a rhythm, a beat; left right turn
rise up slowly
and now fall down, rapidly
twist

and there were individual snowflakes
tiptoeing on my windowpane

the wind was happy to help their form, I bet

and there were those two huskies, their coats gleaming in the snow
wagging their tails and shagging their fur
how I would have loved to have danced with them

if it weren't so cold

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We're doing William Carlos Williams for English next week. It'd be interesting to see how Dr. Z's explanation of him stands against that hipster McGill lecturer (who I thought was great). I don't see any organization in my English class whatsoever, she's doing post-modernist, then traditional, then modernist, then post WWI... Whaaaa...?

I was listening to Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles earlier, it's amusing how I find the song more beautiful and emotionally fulfilling after going through winter. It made me smile superwide!

Oh sun, how I want you so bad!

beat,

Taken from letters to dead people

i think if by some,

anachronistic way Oscar Wilde, James Dean, John Lennon, Jeff Buckley and Bill had met,

they would have liked each other.

A few days ago, I was checking out Bill's (one of my favourite contemporary writer) page, only to find out he died two weeks ago.

It unsettles me. The man had a pure heart, much like the four aforementioned people above.

When I used to write, I experimented with his writing style: it was very 50s/60s noir, very personal, sort of like how one's mind wanders while staring off into space in a coffee shop. And think about loss. love.life.

Love, mostly.

He seemed to get it.

Just like the four aforementioned did.

My favourite of his: Bad Poetry.

because,

sometimes I feel the world is infinitely small and everything's condensed and I touch everything, I can feel everything, I am a part of something, that I am not just some tiny speck in a universe that stretches billions of light years...

other days (like today) I think whether at night our reflections stare back at us, watching us fall into deep slumber (and dream, what do you know about dreaming?), wishing they were on this side and not the other (where they are);

like the looking glass, only unlike Alice, they can't step through: they can only wish.

some days I don't think about those things, I engross myself in books where the main character goes through a life-changing experience (including stepping through to the other side), and at first it seemed so random but when you get to the end you understand why,

Albert Einstein said "God does not play dice with the Universe."

while my guitar gently weeps,

I'm currently listening to the Beatles:Remastered and I'm thinking to myself 'this is it. that's all there is to it.' ... now if only I could save up to buy a gramaphone (or whatever it is it's called in these times) and buy the whole Beatles LP collection, lie on the sand with the sun in my eyes and the crisp voices of Lennon and McCartney playing in the background... I'd die happy. Theoretically. Well coupled with Frankie Blue Eyes and The Smiths...

Whatever happened to my beach house dream?

"Obla-di, Obla-da, life goes on!"

It does not get any better than that. The first image that pops up in my mind whenever I hear or hum this song is that of my dad singing it every time someone's down or he's bummed...

Yeah sometimes I wish I was a 70s (middle 60s?) child. Before Yoko Ono came about.

Whatever happened to my childhood dreams? I used to keep a list and I've seem to have misplaced it (where am I really? did I misplace the list or myself? I sound so old). My childhood daydream.

Ukraine.

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in, it stops my mind from wondering... Where it will go?"

I don't understand why people underestimated Harrison so much... He wrote Something, Across the Universe and While My Guitar Gently Weeps... No one could've done it like he did.

So I was loading up Sgt. Peppers to play and the media player kept insisting on playing A Day in the Life as the first song... Gawd this is why CDs own mp3 by 1000x. One cannot listen to Sgt. Peppers out of order... Hmmm oh well Obla-di Obla-da.

"What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand out and walk out on me..?"

Listening to The Beatles, in my mind I'm transported.

Norwegian Wood. Is quite possibly one of the best songs ever.

Norwegian Wood = The Beatles + Haruki Murakami = Owned. Best combo ever.

Now that's an equation I can actually understand! ;D

jack-o-lanterns,

i couldn't be more satisfied than i am now.