I started uni last week and although im feeling a bit like i should have prioritised elderly parking and special seating i am actually enjoying it. Well, i am enjoying English so far, and i am about to kill all the wankers in my photography class. Existentialism smexistentialsim thats what i say! Who cares about all this conceptual schmack? What happened to taking a photo cos you like the subject? Not cos of a dream, or an old classical idea in history that date back hundreds of years. Ok some of that stuff does sound pretty cool and it will make pretty nice photos but my confidence has been pretty dulled because my head isn’t in that space and i take photos of things i like the look of, i want to make something aesthetically pleasing or funny or just cool i guess. But one thing i have liked about being back at uni is i get to look at some awesome photos and rediscover my favourite photographers, so whilst im not taking photos, i am envious and in love with others... like this guy henri cartier-bresson he is kindofamazing!
oh and i would like this camera. yes please.
so we have been reading a bit of poetry in english, really beautiful stuff like robert frost and e.e cummings and emily dickinson and i have been listening to the classic beowulf as read by seamus heaney on my ipod - and its actually pretty cool listening to poetry and stuff whilst your walking down the street! in the hustle and bustle of hobart i am experiencing a world of fire breathing dragons, warriors and voyages across oceans.
but i do love robert frost. here are some lovely words from the poem we were reading
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
all the poems we are reading are slightly depressing but i think depressing poetry can be the most beautiful.. here are a few lines from emily dickinson-
Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
yeah i wont tell you the whole poem but its very beautiful and its really nice to analyse and think about why they were writing what they did.
on a brighter note i discovered this little book in my dad's collection and i think it is just lovelY!
here are a few lines from the story
"the universe is wide and wonderful and filled with many stars.
the world is rich and varied and filled with many people.
and among its hundreds of towns, and thousands of homes, and millions of people, each of us is only "one"...
one small person in a world of millions of other people, in a universe of billions of other worlds.
knowing this we each feel very small. sometimes we feel lonely and lost, as though nothing we do can ever truly matter."
and then it goes on in the same cutsy wootsy way for a little bit and makes you feel all warm and gooey and say "aaawwww...." so thats my escape from artschool, childrens books which are so uncomplicated and unconceptual and just very sweet.
so i hope i have made you feel all sweet and lovely and warm and fuzzy. and sorry photography peeps, im sure i will like you eventually.
"for the heart is its own world, and in that world you are important!
and that's what really matters, isn't it?"
oh and i would like this camera. yes please.
so we have been reading a bit of poetry in english, really beautiful stuff like robert frost and e.e cummings and emily dickinson and i have been listening to the classic beowulf as read by seamus heaney on my ipod - and its actually pretty cool listening to poetry and stuff whilst your walking down the street! in the hustle and bustle of hobart i am experiencing a world of fire breathing dragons, warriors and voyages across oceans.
but i do love robert frost. here are some lovely words from the poem we were reading
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
all the poems we are reading are slightly depressing but i think depressing poetry can be the most beautiful.. here are a few lines from emily dickinson-
Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
yeah i wont tell you the whole poem but its very beautiful and its really nice to analyse and think about why they were writing what they did.
on a brighter note i discovered this little book in my dad's collection and i think it is just lovelY!
here are a few lines from the story
"the universe is wide and wonderful and filled with many stars.
the world is rich and varied and filled with many people.
and among its hundreds of towns, and thousands of homes, and millions of people, each of us is only "one"...
one small person in a world of millions of other people, in a universe of billions of other worlds.
knowing this we each feel very small. sometimes we feel lonely and lost, as though nothing we do can ever truly matter."
and then it goes on in the same cutsy wootsy way for a little bit and makes you feel all warm and gooey and say "aaawwww...." so thats my escape from artschool, childrens books which are so uncomplicated and unconceptual and just very sweet.
so i hope i have made you feel all sweet and lovely and warm and fuzzy. and sorry photography peeps, im sure i will like you eventually.
"for the heart is its own world, and in that world you are important!
and that's what really matters, isn't it?"
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