May 23, 2004 - 5:44 p.m.

O fortuna, velut luna, 
semper crescis et decrescis.

O fortune, like the moon,
you always wax and wane.

                (From some book written in the 13th century
                 by a monk in germany)

I'm learning latin because I just think its something I 
should know.  It shows I have time to waste learning useless 
crap, unlike you fucking peasants.

   :P

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I imagine this like a little toy town, like i used to build 
on my bedroom floor.  little stories (=our lives?) play out, 
but life goes on.


anyone lived in a pretty how town
E. E. Cummings

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


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Reading Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf.

From introduction:

"Its narative elements may belong to a previous age but as a 
work of art it lives in its own continuous present, equal to 
our knowledge of reality in the present time."

It may be obvious, but i love that.  Beowulf is a 'pagan' 
saga set in Sweden and written somewhere between 650 and 
1000 ad in England by a Christian.

But its not some moralising diatribe on how savage these non-Christians are.  The writer keeps saying how God was working in their lives even though the characters didnt recognise it.  I guess early Christians could still relate to those 'pagan' times.

Anyway, its not at all overly religious.  'God' just seems to be used as a synonym for 'luck' or 'fate'. 
"they thanked God for the calm sea crossing" 

"the truth is clear: Almighty God rules over mankind and always has."

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I ate a banana that had come from the Dominican Republic.



For a moment ive lost sight of what im aiming for.  So what if 
i pass my exams?

The only answer is; "well, it's a big world".

 
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