Oct 18, 2009

I Want to Remember This Later - "The Bard" by Thomas Gray.

Just an excerpt, but for some reason I like the image. This is the description of the bard, who's having a musical showdown with the army of Edward I.

"On a rock, whose haughty brow
Frowns o'er cold Conway's foaming flood,
Robed in the sable garb of woe
With haggard eyes the Poet stood;
(Loose his beard and hoary hair
Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air)
And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre."

Oct 12, 2009

Grandma's Next to My Bed

I can't remember what I was dreaming last night, but I dreamed that I was woken up by Grandma speaking next to my bed. I squinted over there and thought I saw her. Then I really woke up. It was weird. I felt angry (what's grandma doing watching me sleep?), guilty (why am I mad at her? she just wanted to visit), disbelief, (you're acting like you actually saw her), freaked out (what the hell is up with my dreams?), and finally vacillated between shock (whaaa?) and laughter (this is what stress does to you).