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Snowy...:D
Mar. 1st, 2005 06:27 pmToday was a snow day. ^^ *twitch, twitch* Which is both a good thing and a bad thing, but I'm more compelled to find it a good one at this point.
I've done absolutely nothing all day, except lounge around in bed reading Cyrano de Burgerac. It's inexhaustibly clever, and I just love it. I think I'm going to buy my own copy sometime, because the one I have belongs to the library. *sigh* Good books create such a special feeling ^.^
Here's my favorite Cyrano monolouge; it's in my AIM profile at the moment, too. Cyrano creates it as he is dueling a Viscount. He paces around, teasingly adding lines, and at the end of each stanza, he scores a touch on the count with his foil.
Ballade of a Fencing Bout
Between de Bergerac and a Foppish Lout
I bare my head from crown to nape
And slowly, leisurely reveal
The fighting trim beneath my cape
Then finally I strip my steel
A thoroughbred from head to heel
Disdainful of the rein or bit
Tonight I draw a lyric wheel
But when the poem ends, I hit.
Come and be burst, you purple grape
Spurt out the juice beneath your peel
Gibber and show, you ribboned ape
The fat your fonderols conceal
Let's ring your bells-a pretty peal!
Is that a fly? I'll see to it
Ah soon you'll feel your blood congeal
For when the poem ends, I hit.
I need a rhyme to hold the shape
Grape, fish-I'm going to wind the reel
My rod is lusting for its rape
The sharp tooth slavers for its meal
There, let it strike. Ah, did you feel
The bite? Not yet. The vultures sit
Until the closing of the deal
The poem ends, and then I hit.
He wins that duel. ^_~
Whee. I'm quite out of it today, and my writing is the shite. I spent an hour, trying to do my psychology reflection on Project X, which I had believed would be easy. It took way too long, since the words didn't flow right and I hadn't nearly as much to say as I had thought I did. >> I also made the mistake of assuming that it was a normal one page relection of thoughts on the book, and it was only after I finished that I read the assignment sheet. It turns out that it was actually two pages, and needed to include a theme from the textbook. Whoops... Oh well, I managed to salvage some of what I'd already written, and I'm done now, even if I didn't quite manage a whole two pages.
But I still have to think of something creative to do. Heaven knows, at midnight, I'll still be thinking. But I guess that's alright. I wish I had watercolors...
*shrugs haplessly*
~Rai
I've done absolutely nothing all day, except lounge around in bed reading Cyrano de Burgerac. It's inexhaustibly clever, and I just love it. I think I'm going to buy my own copy sometime, because the one I have belongs to the library. *sigh* Good books create such a special feeling ^.^
Here's my favorite Cyrano monolouge; it's in my AIM profile at the moment, too. Cyrano creates it as he is dueling a Viscount. He paces around, teasingly adding lines, and at the end of each stanza, he scores a touch on the count with his foil.
Ballade of a Fencing Bout
Between de Bergerac and a Foppish Lout
I bare my head from crown to nape
And slowly, leisurely reveal
The fighting trim beneath my cape
Then finally I strip my steel
A thoroughbred from head to heel
Disdainful of the rein or bit
Tonight I draw a lyric wheel
But when the poem ends, I hit.
Come and be burst, you purple grape
Spurt out the juice beneath your peel
Gibber and show, you ribboned ape
The fat your fonderols conceal
Let's ring your bells-a pretty peal!
Is that a fly? I'll see to it
Ah soon you'll feel your blood congeal
For when the poem ends, I hit.
I need a rhyme to hold the shape
Grape, fish-I'm going to wind the reel
My rod is lusting for its rape
The sharp tooth slavers for its meal
There, let it strike. Ah, did you feel
The bite? Not yet. The vultures sit
Until the closing of the deal
The poem ends, and then I hit.
He wins that duel. ^_~
Whee. I'm quite out of it today, and my writing is the shite. I spent an hour, trying to do my psychology reflection on Project X, which I had believed would be easy. It took way too long, since the words didn't flow right and I hadn't nearly as much to say as I had thought I did. >> I also made the mistake of assuming that it was a normal one page relection of thoughts on the book, and it was only after I finished that I read the assignment sheet. It turns out that it was actually two pages, and needed to include a theme from the textbook. Whoops... Oh well, I managed to salvage some of what I'd already written, and I'm done now, even if I didn't quite manage a whole two pages.
But I still have to think of something creative to do. Heaven knows, at midnight, I'll still be thinking. But I guess that's alright. I wish I had watercolors...
*shrugs haplessly*
~Rai
