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I am a lit major in college, so I am naturally going to have literary thoughts and opinions to share. If anyone wants to chime in, feel free. And if not, then at least you get to experience the wonder of observing a GENIUS lit critic at work, which is one of my many talents. *Says tongue in cheek, not to be taken TOO seriously*

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne



AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.


John Donne is the best poet ever, as my Brit Lit teacher says. He uses the metaphor of a drawing compass to describe his love for his wife, which is weird, but it works. This was my first Donne poem and my favorite.

I just read White Noise by Don DeLillo. It's from 1985, the year I was born, but it as relevant now as it was then. It's a super-distracting commentary on consumer culture in America.
I especially like Heinrich, 'cause he calls everyone on their BS.

It looks like something I would write in Jr. High. confused

yo, Nienna, sweetheart
could you keep in down in there? the noise is keeping me awake.
you should whisper when you be talking to yourself...
har har sorry, but i know you like us all to post and i have nuttin' intelligible to speak of really. so you just keep chattering away. I love you darlin'

Aww...at least reading that much is expected for you. When people see me finish novels within the school day their eyes kinda bulge out and the back away from me like it may be contagious.
Unfortunatly, my access to many great books is severely limited. We visit the Public Library only once or so a month, and the school library is well...a place to sleep or skip class.
I should start reading more, I really should. Well I would, but I'm so dang busy writing.

It's like when I tell people I finished the last Harry Potter in 7 straight hours. Or that I've read Lord of the Rings all the way through like 4 times.
No one can believe I can read that much that fast.

I wish I wrote more. I feel like a writer, but I haven't written that much. It makes no sense to noncreative people, but for artists, they know my pain.