Heaven or Hell

Now after reading Milton's Paradise Lost, I have come to the conclusion that when Judgment Day is upon us, I wish to go to Hell. It may seem that this is the worst possible choice that a person can make but I can't bring myself to care.


Milton says that it's very quiet in Heaven. The word "silent" is repeated several times. The heavenly choir is there, but it is mute. It seems that is all a bit too perfect even for Milton to describe.Everyone is standing around just looking at God:


"From his sight received/Beatitude past utterance" (Book 3, l.62)  


And for this reason, why go to Heaven if there is no passion, no noise, just peace and quiet. Didn't God say that in Heaven we can have anything yet people are just standing like statues. 
I'd rather go to hell and live in a state of pandemonium. Where I can feel passion and have fantastical conversations. 
   

A new day

The sun that rises in the east;

Marks the beginning of the day, the start of something new.

The most beautiful thing

That's impossible to beat, so unique too.

The shades and tints –

Pinks and blues, that brighten up the sky.

The biggest star

That our eyes see, the beauty that's up so high.

Some days this star can be hidden –

The eclipse from the clouds and the moon.

With the day that is closing,

The setting of the sun begins too soon.

The sun that sets in the west;

Marks the ending  of the day and the dying of something new.

The most calming sight

That's scenic and so romantic too. 

The bending of colours -

Reds, blues and black, that darken the sky

 The biggest star

That now begins to fall from up high.

Now that the sun

Has gone to shine in other places.

Other tiny  stars

Are reflected on young people's faces.

Even though the sun

Has gone and only the starts can be seen

In the sky,

The magnificence is there and will always remain.

You are like the sun,

The moon and stars, which are hidden in your smile.

The sparkle in your eyes

Reflect the beauty  of above.

If you couldn't tell... :)

 

Ok this picture should really be stapled onto my forehead. I created my blog account many months ago, I have poorly neglected it. Instead of uploading my thoughts on to this, I simply forgot.


Yeah, I'm very forgetful. Unless its to do with something like NCIS or CSI.
I wonder if theres a day or month where I remember to say something out loud. Make that type. Technicalities.


Here I am rambling about nothing, when in essence I have a lot to say. I forget about my friends sometimes. Yeah I know thats bad but nine times out of ten, I'm dreaming of my own world.
I forget about uni work, but come thats pretty standard for students of today. But when you forget something important like how you feel about someone then you're in trouble. Oh well. I think it's time I brought out the sticky notes and annoy my parents with them. And maybe one day I wont forget to tell that someone how I feel before it's too late.


How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. 
Alexander Pope.  

Their Sweetness

The gazing of ocean blue against earthly brown,

Velvet whispers, lips he does caress.

A soft embrace, his hand ascends towards her crown.

Brush of her hair, a sweetly placed kiss,

Heart against heart, soul against soul, one they become.

He soaks in his wonderful beauty.

Actions of love envelop her unclothed bosom,

A swift taste of her fresh honey.

One look up at the angel; she begs for mercy,

The promise of his love forever.

Succumbing to his advance, she gives him the key.

They key to her heart and her forever.

The feeling of both bodies, the sound of heaven –

The melody of peace, joy and love.

The perfect fit for her cherished garden,

The perfect fit of his heightened touch.

Collapsing back to earth, the lovers revel in each other’s sight

Each other’s wings of security

He sends his spoken truth to his mate, gives their love the gift of flight

To soar higher than other love for all eternity.

By Melissa J Rose 

It's quiet days like these that make me ponder, how much life is valuable each day and to one another. 
I was told once that a life stolen, is another life gained. Or for every every death, there is a birth. But why are the good ones taken, are the bad ones born?
We miss you. 
x

Dear Ol' Shakespeare

Just researching for my essay, I stumbled upon this article form the NY Times:


Shakespeare described the terrifying beauty of the adolescent so early in its development, and so definitively and so thoroughly, that it is only slightly an exaggeration to say that he invented teenagers as we know them today. “Romeo and Juliet,” his extended study of the humiliations and glories of adolescence, is the biggest hit of all time and, unlike most of Shakespeare’s works, it has never slipped out of fashion. It has been adapted across genres and eras, into operas and ballets and musicals. The most popular brand of Cuban cigars: Romeo y Julietta. State laws that allow judges to exempt minors from statutory-rape charges are called, naturally, “Romeo and Juliet provisions.”

This shouldn’t be surprising: People just love to watch a couple of dumb kids make out and die. (And they are awfully young, these dumb Veronese kids: Shakespeare doesn’t ever tell us Romeo’s exact age but we know that Juliet is just 13.) The great French scholar Philippe Ariès concluded that for most of the Medieval period “people had no idea of what we call adolescence, and the idea was a long time taking shape.” Yet our whole modern understanding of adolescence is there to be found in this play. Shakespeare essentially created this new category of humanity, and in place of the usual mix of nostalgia and loathing with which we regard adolescents (and adolescence), Shakespeare would have us look at teenagers in a spirit of wonder. He loves his teenagers even as he paints them in all their absurdity and nastiness.

Of course, the most important feature of adolescent rebellion is that it’s doomed. In this, as well, Shakespeare was right there at the beginning. He defined what it means to be “star-cross’d.” The opposition between the adolescent and the mature orders of the world can have only two possible endings. One is comic: the teenager grows up, develops a sense of humor, marries, has kids, moves to the suburbs, gets fat and becomes boring. The other is tragic: the teenager blows up in a blaze of glory. We much prefer to live the comedy. We much prefer to watch the tragedy.

Adapted from “Flaming Youth,” a chapter in “How Shakespeare Changed Everything,” by Stephen Marche (Harper, May 2011).
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/27/magazine/mag-27Riffsidebar-t.html 


Why focus on Romeo and Juliet. Its such an overrated text that has been analysed and critiqued so many times. I don't think this Marche guy has read any of his other works.

Not So New

It appears that it is that time of year again, the time where I have to think about my choices for next year at university. As Thomas Merton once said:


“We must make the choices that enable us to fulfill the deepest capacities of our real selves.”

Yet how do I know which options to choose? How do I know that when the time comes I will not regret these choices? 


The answer is, to take that risk. 


A risk in itself, is a dangerous concept to think about. But to take it, multiple doors open and so many opportunities can arise.  However not all risks can be positive. Just ponder for a moment; what risks should you take in life, and what risks are best left alone.