I’ve noticed recently, that not only I’m a Backwards Bird With A Big Beak, but also I do emotions in untraditional way too…when I feel happy I feel that urge to spread the smile, send around some poetry, leftover cookies, spare parts of sunshine…but when I’m upset, I try to run away and hide…and sometimes its just doesn’t feels right…shouldn’t I be doing all in reverse order: vent off misery, but selfishly keep the happiness to myself?...hmmmmm…
Just watched this movie…The Great Gatsby. 1974 adaptation of F Scott Fitzgerald's classic novel. They say: Romantic Drama. I’m so susceptible to anything that called Romantic…They fooled me…The movie was enchanting. I think they did quite well in transmitting the mood. And everything was fine…until of course the Drama part started…this is the bit I don’t like. And the movie suddenly turned too sad to watch and I’ve turned off the sound first (that’s what I do to “smooth” the emotional impact, I’m that pathetically sensitive, yes) and finally I just switched off the damn thing just about 10 minutes before the movie ended… Now how “clever” is that, eh? The movie was completely wasted on me. And so was my mood…so now, am sitting here totally depressed, writing empty words, because I don’t want to go to bed in such a mood…oh well…I guess some big poetry pill is in order here…
Anyway, I’m off to surfing for consolatory gift – a piece of poetry…and I wonder, what it'll be today...[~sighs, rolls up her sleeves and dives into the endlessness of WWW]
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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
[Percy Bysshe Shelley ]
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Ahhhhh...so much better now...:-)
Just watched this movie…The Great Gatsby. 1974 adaptation of F Scott Fitzgerald's classic novel. They say: Romantic Drama. I’m so susceptible to anything that called Romantic…They fooled me…The movie was enchanting. I think they did quite well in transmitting the mood. And everything was fine…until of course the Drama part started…this is the bit I don’t like. And the movie suddenly turned too sad to watch and I’ve turned off the sound first (that’s what I do to “smooth” the emotional impact, I’m that pathetically sensitive, yes) and finally I just switched off the damn thing just about 10 minutes before the movie ended… Now how “clever” is that, eh? The movie was completely wasted on me. And so was my mood…so now, am sitting here totally depressed, writing empty words, because I don’t want to go to bed in such a mood…oh well…I guess some big poetry pill is in order here…
Anyway, I’m off to surfing for consolatory gift – a piece of poetry…and I wonder, what it'll be today...[~sighs, rolls up her sleeves and dives into the endlessness of WWW]
***
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
[Percy Bysshe Shelley ]
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Ahhhhh...so much better now...:-)