My current read: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
And what Gaiman, my curly-haired comrade, said about kindness…
Be good to each other.
My current read…
On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
“Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren’t prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.” -Stephen King
I took some time to hike the Tawas Point State Park and thought it’d be fun to make a post using some of the pictures I snapped while tying in literature…
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.” -Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I’m sitting in a small restaurant eating lunch and reading the book Nest by Esther Ehrlich during my lunch hour.
When I flip over, the chlorine burns my eyes, but I like the way everything looks fuzzy and green. I surface – dive down, down, down. With my belly on the bottom of the pool, I’m a beautiful mermaid. I take my hair out of its ponytail and put the elastic on my wrist. I swim around with my long, flowy hair and slithery body. Tiny bubbles float off my skin. The golden hair on my arms wave around. A mermaid never needs to come up for air. She opens her mouth and tasty minnows drift in. She drinks seawater. She swims for as long as she wants, and no one sees her unless she wants them to. No one sees her and no one talks to her and no one touches her and says stupid things. No one even thinks about her. And she doesn’t think about anyone. …I want to stay down here in the fuzzy green, not thinking about anyone…but my lungs ache and my head hurts and I can’t help pulling myself up through the water and gulping air.
I could see this book winning the Newbery.
“…I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It’s hollow.”
–Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (E.L. Konigsburg, 1967)
|Image courtesy of Simon & Schuster|
Books this bibliophile got for Christmas:
Currently reading: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian by Sherman Alexie
Recently finished: The Southern Vampire Mysteries (Sookie Stackhouse #12): Deadlocked by Charlaine Harris
I’ve not forgotten about this blog. Promise.
Between class, my practicum, workshops/trainings, the election (yes, I am now an elected township official) and some unfortunate family drama, I’ve had quite a bit on my plate lately. My practicum has been going extremely well. I have been loving every minute and will be sad once I’ve reached my hours. Unfortunately, the library is not in a position to hire at this time.
Tomorrow is a homework day. I hope to have the outline for my research proposal for LIS 7996 complete or at least as close to complete as possible.
Until I can write a more substantial post, I’ll leave you with a poem which was recently shared by a library colleague and is incredibly fitting…
Desiderata (1927) by Max Erhmann
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.