Meg


light of my life
7 May 2009, 7:58 pm
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Vladimir Nabokov and his wife, 1966. Switzerland.

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Beat

I’ve been reading all about the Beat generation recently because one of my school projects for the end of the year is about Allen Ginsberg. Allen Ginsberg is my favourite poet, hands down. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like Ginsberg’s poetry. It’s painfully real but he he describes things that you feel are so surreal and unfamiliar at the same time. The Beat generation is my favourite literary movement. It’s so inspiring to me that it seems to have come out of nothing except perseverance and the love of doing it. 

Our project is his famous poem “America.” I made a video cued to the audio clip of AG reading it. I will upload it somewhere once we’ve given our presentation :)

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Hmm what else. I’ve been listening to a lot of random as hell music recently. A lot of chill out music. Sigur Ros, Joseph Arthur, Alexi Murdoch, Donovan, Dylan, stuff like that. It’s nice to just listen to everything once in a while.

In other news I had a Tarantino marathon yesterday with my dad. Pulp Fiction is the best movie. I mean, it’s almost the best movie hands down. Then we watched Reservoir Dogs which is also almost the best movie. I literally scream whenever I see a French New Wave reference. I noticed right away “Karina’s” diamond shop or whatever in Dogs. Obviously it was named after the Anna. My dad is always like “… how the hell do you know these things!?” p.s. Quentin has a sickeningly good ear for music. I mean, “Stuck in the Middle With You” during the torture scene? ALL the music in Pulp Fiction? Man… I mean, he’s a genius of another kind. p.s.s. or whatever, IS ANYONE ELSE SO EXCITED FOR INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS!? 

 

All that Quentin got me in a serious Tim Roth rut.

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0000307098-003mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I just added Made in Britain to my blockbuster queue for this man. anyone seen it?

I am simultaneously going through a huge Gary Oldman thing. I could probably watch Leon 100 times in a row. 

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How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing fine. 



je suis not tired

I apologize in advance for all my upcoming Frenglish. I am trying to learn French so I will probably spit out some faulty vocabulary every now and then (i.e. this sad title. Is it something like je suis no fatigue? HOW DO YOU DO AN ACCENT MARK ON A MAC? Christ). 

 

Anyway, I was just talking to Danielle about college applications and I started to remember all the essays I had to do.  Yuck. I hated doing all of them… except one. One of them I actually liked. It was for NYU (which of course, is the one school that never got back to me at all, at least not yet). The question was something like “choose one work of art, whether it be a painting, a piece of music, a film, or a novel, and explain how it affected your outlook on life.” It took me forever to narrow it down because I love all those art mediums so much, but I thought this was the best one.

For some reason, it is still on my laptop.

 

Not many people I know have read, or experienced, the novel that I consider a masterpiece of literature, a work of art, by an artist, at his most witty and philosophical best. Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being is not only beautifully crafted by the Franco-Czech author, but it is possesses an indispensable insight into the human psyche. I’ve read many books but no other book, let alone work of art, has had an influence on me the way Lightness has. There are many underlying stories woven throughout Kundera’s work, like the Prague Spring, the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, and the main character Tomas’ struggle to defend his article condemning the Czech Communists. The true story lies within the characters skillfully invented by Kundera. I realized this was a perfect parallel of life; with so many events, good and bad, occurring in our world and our world seemingly changing every minute, what really matters is people and the relationships you hold. 

I first read The Unbearable Lightness of Being when I was relatively young,  around fifteen years old. I used to wonder how I could have possibly admired such a mature book at such a young age, but once I reread it, it became clear to me how it was possible. Although Lightness contains great details about Tomas’ personal experiences with his wife and his mistresses and explains a few complicated political events, the narrative itself is stripped down to the minimum. I loved Lightness then for the same reason I love it now and the same reason I will love it twenty years from now, and that is because it taught me more about human relationships than anything or anyone else ever has. Kundera makes some of the most brilliant insights about humans and their reactions. He uses antitheses such as “lightness and weight” and “soul and body” to simplify life. He even says “human decisions are terribly simple” (pg. 308). He talks a lot about love, of course, in his famous quote: “He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost” (pg. 238). 

The long and the short of it is that Kundera put my priorities straight. He simplifies life on earth while also writing unforgettable philosophical statements about its purpose. Kundera taught me how significant personal identity is and how important it is to exercise free will. “What then will we choose? Weight or lightness?” 

 

I love that book so much I can’t even put it into words (those words don’t come close to telling you how much I love it). 

I need to watch this movie again soon. Really soon. 

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Call me a heretic, but I think I love the film as much as I love the book…. 



let it snow damnit
19 December 2008, 5:47 pm
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I have really nothing interesting to say at all, other than that we in the midwest just received like, 8 inches of snow. It’s awesome but it better not hinder my eyebrow appointment.

 

I love this photo of David Sedaris.

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“I haven’t got the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.”

 

I need to start wrapping some gifts. Shit.

Okay, so these dumb fucks in Arkansas (go figure) just had an 18th child! 18TH CHILD!! GET ON THAT! That’s absolutely ludicrous. I’m sorry. NO one needs that many fucking children. I honestly love this quote from the father:

“The ultimate Christmas gift from God,” said Jim Bob Duggar, the father of the 18 children. “She’s just absolutely beautiful, like her mom and her sisters.”

No, dude. First off, it isn’t a gift from God. It will be a gift from Satan when they’re all teenagers. Most parents cannot even handle one (ex: my parents). Second, I highly doubt that all of your 18 children are beautiful. Just don’t try and bullshit us, dude. For some reason this is really pissing me off. It just makes me mad that people in fucking China can’t go over 1-2 kids without some crazy fine or something and these people are over here popping out kids like it’s no big deal. How stretched is this woman? JESUS. Like…. my question is WHY?! WHY THAT MANY KIDS!? So you can get more government money or something? I honestly think this is the dumbest thing I have heard about in a long time. This. is. so. stupid. asdkjfklsdjflkjKLJAFLKAEJS!!!!! Is anyone else with me? Or does everyone think this is some cute little family that has been ‘blessed my God.’???

Clearly, I have never had a thing for children.



burn, burn, burn
11 December 2008, 9:11 pm
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I am rereading On the Road. 

“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”

 

Beautiful. I love this book.



no, you cannot see, no, you cannot see my naked body
26 November 2008, 12:38 am
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I am mildly obsessed with Leonard Cohen’s Death of a Ladies Man. it saddens me frequently that people are unaware the he wrote the famous “Hallelujah” that Jeff Buckley immortalised. oh well. at least that beautiful song is known.

I love Ernest Hemingway. I love him so much. I recommend “Indian Camp” and “Hills like White Elephants” to you. they are both short stories. the links are at the bottom.

     “They were seated in the boat. Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.

    In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die. “

 

Maybe this blog will last now that I know Patrice (well, I’ve known she’s had one for a while) and Danielle update theirs. I’m such a bandwaggoner. I don’t really get this blogging thing and I have a feeling that I won’t be very interesting at all. I hope that you are all along for the ride with me. 

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here are the links to two of my favourite short ernest stories.

http://www.moonstar.com/~acpjr/Blackboard/Common/Stories/WhiteElephants.html hills like white elephants</a>

http://hjem.get2net.dk/PukDegnegaard/IC.html indian camp

 

hope you enjoy, they are simplistic (duh, it’s hemingway) but say a lot.