Monday, July 31, 2006
LIT WEEEEEEEEEEK!!
Hahahahahahahahahaha!
Lit week!! - time for all the lit students play! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee (k) (Lit)!!
Hehe - went to maths lecture today and read jabberwocky.
quote from Mr Ng: "Wonderful, wonderful!...and they all did not understand a thing!!...Ok I did manage to spot a few DIM beginnings of understanding scattered amongst some faces."
hAHAHAQHAHAHA!!
So completely evil!
Hehe - Shall visit more lectures and make fun of more people. Ooooooo and the best thing is - they actually applaud me for my efforts. How touching.
Well, it's for purposes of education now am I not right?
And what's he then that says I play the villain? When (these words are) free I give and honest, - Iago,Othello
Ok, anyway, - met Clarissa at Japanese booth today. There were little fish (for sale presumably) swimming most happily (personification) in some pink plastic thing (alliteration)
Disturbing comment from her: Ooo - fish,fish, fish; (then with fingers going through the motions of pinching) - SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!!!
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty black birds. Baked in a pie!!
Tumtum Tree!!
Everyone remember to bring your unsold CDs tmr and pass to Ms Tan personally or else!!....they'd be considered SOLD! and you'll have to pay for them!!
Wednesday there's practice - REMEMBER!!
fish, fish, fish
SQUISH,SQUISH,SQUISH
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream...
posted by Fear no more the heat o' the sun at 9:23 PM
[luvvv.. makes our hearts SING]
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Monday, July 17, 2006
PEOPLE WHERE ARE YOU! =(
wahh. so sad. no one blogs here anymore that i have to DOUBLE POST?! that's pathetic =(
anyway i have decided to share some
music poems here with you all-- wonder who'll appreciate them. ah, anyway =)
Music By Walter De La Mare (1873-1956) When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Music is By William ParkerMusic is the abysmal rainbow that bridges endless galaxies. It is the waterfall flowing through the desert, the mother, the offspring, the ointment, the foot and hand of the wind. All of nature is music: the many colored skies, space and planets.
Music is every wondrous canyon in a miracle’s dream. Music is evolution, the seed of change. Music existed and exists with or without human beings.
No race invented music.Music is a form of energy, like the sun. Music is the voice through which spirits speak, using a language that is beyond words, a music that is beyond notes. Music informs us with a reality that is scented with the eternal. Music is the tireless swan knitting landscapes of hope. Music is the cry of life and death at birth and conception, the heart beat, the pulse, the healer and the healed, the color portrait, the magical stone and the magical mists living side by side. Music is the chirping of birds; is the grass beneath the cracked shells.
Music is dance and the dancer. It is poetry and the poet. Music is all children. Music is hot cornbread. Music is the kindness one finds in a crayon drawing. Music is wood touching word. Imagine a doorbell made of light. Imagine the house that we would enter if we rang that bell.Music is the rhythm of butterflies. Music is hungry stomachs being filled. Music is justice. Music is blue water, blue whales, and blue cornmeal.
Music passes through some while others reject the image. The best music teacher is an oak tree. Music cannot be taught. Music is alive. Music is a pasture of yellow grass 6-foot tall.Music tolls from the earth and lands on the sky of another universe. Music is drone over the Ganges.
Music is a snowflake floating on the ocean.Music is silence. There is no music in capitalism and imperialism. Music is the answer and the question. Particles of music cannot be measured by scientific instruments. Music vibrates. Not all music vibrates at the same rate. Music is radiant. The blessing, the understanding, the fundamental eye revealing the surrender in the realm of brightness. Music sometimes manifests itself as sound.
Music’s only wish is the well-being of all human beings. Music exists to feed the spirit. Music is no war, not ever, for any reason.Music is the fertilizer and the seed. Every second we live, music is dying for us. Music will save the day. Music must save the day. Music is the mother to the motherless, father to the fatherless. Music is home to the homeless. Dance music, wedding music, funeral music, march music, waltz music, wood music, steel music, voice music, tree music, ocean music, soil music, baking bread music, pastoral music, union music, trance music, religious music, perpendicular music, circle music, square music, Zion music, Shinto music, Buddha music, Islamic music, Hindu music, Winti music, music for Damballah, Erzulie, Ogun, Ghede, Asacca music for Quetzalcoatl, for the Adena Hopewell, music for the Red Paint people, music to make the moon laugh and cause the sun to turn blue. Music is the incubation of joy. A symbol of music is Kokopelli, the hump-back flute player...
Through music life is altered. This energy, if visible, might resemble bands of light stretched across fields of flowing ash going past layers of infinite habitation. The cry of praise, the memory, the entrance to the fire, oupas chanting. The effect pulls on gravity.Music is the lasting response, the elixir. Music is nothing; music is everything. There is more music in a baby’s smile than in a thousand symphony orchestras. Music lives in the flute mountains that are made of melted diamonds. We drink them. Our eyes sparkle like petals of a black rose. Music to plant beans, to plant corn. Music the burning throne, the prodigal daughter, and rain cloud over the profound branches.
William Parker is one of the leading bass players, composers and group leaders in jazz and free music today. He can be heard on CD’s with his groups "In Order to Survive" and "Little Huey Creative Music Orchestra", and on dozens of CD’s with other musicians. "Music Is" is taken from Sound Journal a collection of writings by William Parker. He lives in New York City.
This article was published in New Renaissance, Volume 9, No. 1, issue 27 and this page was posted on the web on August 18, 1999.
Remembered Music by James Russel LowellThick-Rushing, like an ocean
Of bison the far prairie shaking,
The notes crowd heavily and fast
As surfs, one plunging while the last
Draws seaweed from its foamy breaking.
Or in low murmurs they began,
Rising and rising momently,
As o'er a harp Eolian
A fitful breeze, until they ran
Up to a sudden ecstasy.
And them, like minute-drop of rain
Ringing in water silverly,
They lingering dropped and dropped again,
Till it was almost like a pain
To listen when the next would be.HAHA. am i killing the non lit people with too many words? I'm sorry xP ahha..but jus wanted to let you guys have something to read. anyway...don't be too sad or disappointed over your CT results, kay? jiayou for term 3 n muggin! miss you guys rahh. well. 26th'll be our sing-sch-song prac =) ahhaha...oh wells. jiayou TO J2s, ESPECIALLY!! =)) love you guys =)
posted by ennova at 9:28 PM
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