Thursday, February 4, 2010

Oh poetry, how I've missed you

So, I have never really been much of a poetry person.  I have always preferred reading and writing prose.  Back in high school, however, there was one poet who I really fell in love with and remember above all the others.  I recently revisited some of his poems in an attempt to find inspiration for a better blog title.  In case you haven't noticed, I have been changing the title quite frequently, trying to find one that really fits me and the tone I am trying to set with this blog.  

Anyways, my favorite poet has been, and will probably always be, e.e. cummings.  No I did not put his name in lowercase by accident... e.e. cummings has always signed his poems with his name printed exactly as I have written it above.  That is one reason why I love him; his seemingly random use of punctuation and capitalization has a deeper meaning when observed more closely.  I also love the way his nonsensical wording flows so wonderfully and oddly makes sense when you look at each poem as a whole (although some of the poems are complete nonsense on purpose).  Everything in his poetry is done for a reason, even if that reason is simply to have no reason at all.  Does that make sense?  It doesn't matter, because it makes sense to me.  

Here are a couple of my favorite poems by e.e. cummings (all of the odd spacing and punctuation is part of the original poem):

i carry your heart with me 
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 
if you like my poems let them
if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants." 
since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis 
anyone lived in a pretty how town 
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
My current blog title was taken from the following poem:

in just-

    in Just-
    spring       when the world is mud-
    luscious the little
    lame balloonman
    whistles       far       and wee
    and eddieandbill come
    running from marbles and
    piracies and it's
    when the world is puddle-wonderful
    the queer
    old balloonman whistles
    far       and       wee
    and bettyandisbel come dancing
     from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
    balloonMan       whistles
    Aren't they wonderful?  The interpretations, I shall leave up to you.  Who is your favorite poet?

    Au revoir,



Monday, February 1, 2010

Only nine days left

Until I board a plane and fly halfway around the world.  I am super excited but also a little bit nervous and sad.  Not only will I be leaving my home behind, but I will also be leaving behind my wonderful boyfriend, Miles.  As much as I will miss him and my other friends and family, I look at this trip as an adventure and an opportunity to both find myself and lose myself at the same time (I dunno if that really makes sense but I think you get the idea).  I will be spending the week packing and stocking up on the essentials.  I can't leave without at least a five month supply of Carmex in my suitcase.  

Tonight, I am also going to share some photos from the past couple days.  

It snowed here on Friday, and all of Cary has been frozen since then.  The roads were finally starting to clear today, so my sister and I went to see "When in Rome".  It was really corny but pretty enjoyable if you are looking for something light and fun.  Here are a couple of pictures of my street and my house on Saturday morning:


One of my mom's many, many garden statues


My sweet and adorable boyfriend and his ridiculously huge truck in the background.


Me in front of my mom's house.

A really gorgeous house on the golf course.
And like I promised, here are a couple photos of the things I got while thrifting last week.  The prices at Get Dressed were a bit steeper than I expected, but there were also quite a few things on sale.

I really love this dress.  It is 60's style, but not actually from the 60's.  It is most likely from the 90's.

I got this really awesome flower cluster pendant.  In case you can't tell, the flowers are mint green and cream colored with little rhinestones in the middle.  I have no idea what decade this is from but I love it anyways.
Aaaaand last but not least, I have made two attempts at making some hairbows using Elsie's DIY tutorial, which can be found here.  It was really easy to do and helps use up some of those fabric scraps that you don't want to just throw away.  So far I have only made two pink ones (the first was kind of a trial run) but I hope to make lots more in prints and solid colors.  A hairbow for every outfit!

Attempt # 1 slid onto a little plastic headband.

Attempt # 2 looks much more professional.


Hairbow mustache!!

It was completely coincidental that the fabric I used just so happened to match my shirt.  Seriously I didn't plan that.  I would also like to go to the craft store and buy some felt.  I have a lot of old mismatched buttons lying around and I want to make some flower brooches with felt and buttons.

Well that's all the silliness I have for you today.

Happy Monday!


Amanda G.