Here's part of a poem for all of you:
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be;
Let the more loving one be me.
~ W.H. Auden, "The More Loving One"
I've always liked this bit of the poem. Even if, dissecting it with the rational mind, one might say that waiting for love that can never be is pretty dumb. Not to mention useless. Yet a lot of us tend to do dumb and useless things anyway. But, if 50% of the world does stupid things at the same time, then in some weird way it isn’t really stupid any more, is it?
I'm not very sure of what I'm feeling now, apart from being bored out of my mind. I mean, the past few days I was nothing short of buoyant, but I woke up this morning feeling distinctly like one of those seven dwarfs whose name starts with a G. Nothing that a cup of coffee wouldn’t cure, but at least it shows me to be mentally healthy. Have you ever met one of those people who float around radiating joy and exuberance and goodwill? I’m sorry, but meeting one of those people when I’m miserable just makes me want to kick them. Hard. Fortunately for us, most of the human population is relatively normal.
I'm going out to Bras Basah Complex later to buy charcoal (for drawing), which pleases me immensely. My mom is paying, which gave me a pleasant surprise, cos’ this is the first time she’s actively supporting me in my art. I seem to only like drawing in black and white... though recently I've been intrigued by doing colour-pencil on totally black paper. It has quite a nice effect, as long as the rules in the mind are changed: To make an area darker, you don't shade more. You shade less.
Miaka (my cat) has been boisterous to the extreme lately... which wouldn't be bad, if I had the energy to keep up with him. However, yours truly has spent the entire holiday lying about exuding the inner vibrancy of a salted seaweed. And in case you're wondering, Miaka turned out to be a HE, after all. We all thought he was a she, but well, things started developing. Literally.
8.20 am. I shall try to get some work done now.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be;
Let the more loving one be me.
~ W.H. Auden, "The More Loving One"
I've always liked this bit of the poem. Even if, dissecting it with the rational mind, one might say that waiting for love that can never be is pretty dumb. Not to mention useless. Yet a lot of us tend to do dumb and useless things anyway. But, if 50% of the world does stupid things at the same time, then in some weird way it isn’t really stupid any more, is it?
I'm not very sure of what I'm feeling now, apart from being bored out of my mind. I mean, the past few days I was nothing short of buoyant, but I woke up this morning feeling distinctly like one of those seven dwarfs whose name starts with a G. Nothing that a cup of coffee wouldn’t cure, but at least it shows me to be mentally healthy. Have you ever met one of those people who float around radiating joy and exuberance and goodwill? I’m sorry, but meeting one of those people when I’m miserable just makes me want to kick them. Hard. Fortunately for us, most of the human population is relatively normal.
I'm going out to Bras Basah Complex later to buy charcoal (for drawing), which pleases me immensely. My mom is paying, which gave me a pleasant surprise, cos’ this is the first time she’s actively supporting me in my art. I seem to only like drawing in black and white... though recently I've been intrigued by doing colour-pencil on totally black paper. It has quite a nice effect, as long as the rules in the mind are changed: To make an area darker, you don't shade more. You shade less.
Miaka (my cat) has been boisterous to the extreme lately... which wouldn't be bad, if I had the energy to keep up with him. However, yours truly has spent the entire holiday lying about exuding the inner vibrancy of a salted seaweed. And in case you're wondering, Miaka turned out to be a HE, after all. We all thought he was a she, but well, things started developing. Literally.
8.20 am. I shall try to get some work done now.
posted by Ling at
8:25 AM
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