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September 11, 2010

days 4 and 5: favorite book and favorite quote.

considering i have lots to say about both of these topics, it may not have been the best idea to put them together in one post.

oh well.

since i’m such a book person, i don’t really have ONE favorite book. therefore i am going to approach the question like this:

if i could recommend a single book to anybody, what would i recommend? this usually means the life-changing ones. the ones that changed who i am as a person, how i look at the world, how i think about *things*…yeah.

the answer?

the poetry of pablo neruda

it’s a huge-ass anthology of selections from almost every published collection of his poetry, spanning his life and posthumous works. pablo, as i so lovingly call him, really did change my life. this started at age 17 in my high school creative writing class, and now, at 21, i’ve begun the preliminary research for my (college) senior paper. he’s shown me, probably as much as that passage from 1 corinthians 13, what love looks like. he’s taught me that political poetry isn’t just about pointing fingers at The Man. he makes me appreciate nature. and so on…this anthology shows all of who pablo is, and it’s well-worth both the cost and weight of this tome. if poetry is “not your thing”…well, you’re reading the wrong blog.

favorite quote…s.

a room without a book is like a body with a soul. [cicero]

music starts where the power of words stops. [translated, wagner]

and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. [shakespeare, from a midsummer night's dream]

hope is believing in a world that does not exist yet, a concession towards the kingdom of the heavens. to hope is to believe that life could be better. it is ultimately our belief in this “unbroken totality” that allows for the potential of tragedy. for without this hope, tragedy is no longer tragedy — it’s simply expected. without a belief that allows for a better world, the tragic is fact. [jon foreman]

you are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely. [ogden nash]

when heaven meets the earth, we’ll have no use for numbers to tell us who we are or what we’re worth. [sleeping at last, from "heaven breaks"]

we are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. we don’t get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. we won’t solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. we were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we’re called home. [jamie tworkowski]

we’re just a million little gods causing rainstorms, turning every good thing to rust. [arcade fire, from "wake up"]

we’ll dance like flames for there’s no gravity, for now i’m just a candle trying to stay lit in this windy night. [matisyahu, from "silence"]

[okay, i need to quit with the lyrics. also, um, too many funny ones from shows and movies to even start.]


September 6, 2010

day 1: your favorite song

blahblahblah, i like way too much music, blahblahblah.

\”Dog Days Are Over\” Florence + the Machine

when it comes down to it, i’ve been obsessed with this song and album (but this song in particular) since i discovered it last december. musically it is gorgeous and keeps my attention. i love florence welch’s voice. the lyrics have become more relevant now than ever, with lines like “happiness hit her, like a train on a track.” i feel like this is a happy song (personally) and the beginning gets me every time. i just break into a smile whenever i hear those first few seconds. i never get tired of it.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

\”Rococo\” Arcade Fire

look, you’ve probably heard enough raves about their new album, but i adore arcade fire, so here is another. i love this song. i love this album. i love this band. and for all the hipsters who do too, well, this song is your answer. it’s pretty and damning, two of my favorite things (haha). i also really enjoy the track immediately before it, “modern man,” but i only wanted to bend the rules to a certain point. anyways. again, this is a track i love right from the very beginning. i repeat it over and over (well, at least since i obtained the album) and i love it each time. (i say love a lot, i know. but i’m serious, people.)

as far as damning, it might be just scathing, but scathing is also delicious.

Let’s go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let’s go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don’t understand

They’re singing
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…

They build it up just to burn it back down
They build it up just to burn it back down
The wind is blowing all the ashes around
Oh my dear God what is that horrible song?

They’re singing
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…

They seem wild but they are so tame
They seem wild but they are so tame
They’re moving towards you with their colors all the same
They want to own you but they don’t know what game
They’re playing

Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo

annnnnd thus concludes my first return to regularly-scheduled blogging.

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