Monday, December 06, 2010

Blues Run The Game

I just can't get enough of Laura Marling and this is my song of the week.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


I subscribed to this YouTube channel because it has some unbelievably beautiful bands in extremely beautiful videos. These two are Lucy Rose and Dry The River.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Waking

by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls aways is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Doctor Who

This is mostly for Lucy because I know she'll enjoy this just as much as I did.

Thursday, July 08, 2010

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with overconfidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.

A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Judging Books By Their Covers

I like to buy books based on covers. My favorites lately:

Wuthering Heights

The Scarlet Letter

Pride and Prejudice


Thursday, May 06, 2010


I love Crista and you should follow her new blog :)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Noah and the Whale

I'm still figuring out which songs I love by this band, but this one just really stood out to me.

It's the first day of spring
And my life is starting over again
The trees grow, the river flows
And its water will wash away my sins
For I do believe that everyone has one chance
To fuck up their lives
But like a cut down tree, I will rise again
And I'll be bigger and stronger than ever before

For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back
For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back

There's a hope in every new seed
And every flower that grows upon the earth
And though I love you, and you know that
Well I no longer know what that's worth
But I'll come back to you in a year or so
And I'll rebuild, be ready to become
Oh the person, you believed in
Oh the person, that you used to love

For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back
For I'm still here hoping that one day you may come back

Friday, April 16, 2010


I really love Oxford and all the people who shared it with me in the Spring of 2008.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Children's Books

The story of a little girl who lives across the street from Emily Dickinson

Picking blueberries with bears around
Opal Whiteley... her cow's name is Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

These are just a few of my favorites. Barbara Cooney seems to be a recurring theme in my favorites though :)

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Laura Marling

I really can't get enough of her.

Rambling Man

Oh naïve little me
Asking what things you have seen
And you're vulnerable in your head
You'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead

Creatures veiled by night
Following things that aren't right
And they're tired and they need to be lead
You'll scream and you'll wail till they're dead

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

Beaten, battered, and cold
My children will live just to grow old
But if i sit here and weep
I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze

And the weak need to be lead
And the tender I'll carry to their bed
And its a pale and cold affair
I'll be damned if I'll be found there

Oh give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

It’s funny how the first chords that you come to
Are the minor notes that come to serenade you
It’s hard to accept yourself as someone... you don’t desire
As someone you don't want to be

But give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

Oh give me to a rambling man
Let it always be known that I was who I am

Friday, March 26, 2010

Jane Austen Adaptations

These are my favorites so far.

Emma (2009) BBC

Sense and Sensibility (2008) BBC

Pride and Prejudice (2005) Focus Features

Persuasion (2007) ITV--although her hair is sooo tight!! it makes me hurt :)

Mansfield Park (1999) Miramax--not an exact adaptation, but this is my least favorite book so it's an exciting version

I need a good Northanger Abbey now... any suggestions?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

New Start

I think I'm just going to use this now to share things I like or love. Why would I share something I hate?

Here's something I stumbled across when searching for a different poem.

Up by Margaret Atwood

You wake up filled with dread.
There seems no reason for it.
Morning light sifts through the window,
there is birdsong,
you can't get out of bed.

It's something about the crumpled sheets
hanging over the edge like jungle
foliage, the terry slippers gaping
their dark pink mouths for your feet,
the unseen breakfast---some of it
in the refrigerator you do not dare
to open---you will not dare to eat.

What prevents you? The future. The future tense,
immense as outer space.
You could get lost there.
No. Nothing so simple. The past, its density
and drowned events pressing you down,
like sea water, like gelatin
filling your lungs instead of air.

Forget all that and let's get up.
Try moving your arm.
Try moving your head.
Pretend the house is on fire
and you must run or burn.
No, that one's useless.
It's never worked before.

Where is it coming from, this echo,
this huge No that surrounds you,
silent as the folds of the yellow
curtains, mute as the cheerful

Mexican bowl with its cargo
of mummified flowers?
(You chose the colours of the sun,
not the dried neutrals of shadow.
God knows you've tried.)

Now here's a good one:
you're lying on your deathbed.
You have one hour to live.
Who is it, exactly, you have needed
all these years to forgive?

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Free Time

Let's pretend that this is what I've been doing that has kept me away.