Monday, May 26, 2014
Fall in Love with Everything
I got this video from one of my profs who got it via NPR (the theme of her/our class was "symmetry"; this is the same class for which I wrote the wabi sabi paper).
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Music of the Week
These are my jams for the final week of my undergraduate career :)
I've already seen 3 of these bands in concert, but if anyone knows where I can see/hear(/feel?) Mutemath, let me know!!
I've already seen 3 of these bands in concert, but if anyone knows where I can see/hear(/feel?) Mutemath, let me know!!
Monday, May 19, 2014
Poem
Sorry I haven't been keeping up with this — hopefully the summer will bring more time/less stress.
For today, though, dwell on this poem I found on The Writer's Almanac this morning. I'm not really a fan of this kind of form poetry normally, but I do respect William Wordsworth, and love his contemporary, William Blake (see his Lucy poems; I know that's where my interest started.)
The Tables Turned
by William Wordsworth
UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun, above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
For today, though, dwell on this poem I found on The Writer's Almanac this morning. I'm not really a fan of this kind of form poetry normally, but I do respect William Wordsworth, and love his contemporary, William Blake (see his Lucy poems; I know that's where my interest started.)
The Tables Turned
by William Wordsworth
UP! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun, above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
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