The story of my life

FOR THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO

BY MARGE PIERCY

Talent is what they say

you have after the novel

is published and favorably 

reviewed. Beforehand what 

you have is a tedious

delusion, a hobby like knitting.

Work is that you have done

after the play is produced

and the audience claps.

Before that friends keep asking

when you are planning to go 

out and get a job.

Genius is what they know you 

had after the third volume 

of remarkable poems. Earlier

they accuse you of withdrawing

ask you you don't have a baby,

call you a bum.

The reason people want M.F.A.'s, 

take workshops with fancy names

when all you can really

learn is a few techniques

typing instructions and some-

body else's mannerisms

is that every artist lacks

a license to hang on the wall

like your optician, your vet

proving you may be a clumsy sadist

whose filling fall into the stew

but you're a certified dentist.

The real writer is one

who really writes. Talent

is an invention like phlogiston

after the fact of fire.

Work is its own cure. You have to 

like it better than being loved.

Here's to the young who want to...

Beauty of the Father

Nilo Cruz is quickly becoming one of my favorite playwrights. Here are some quotes from his gorgeous play, Beauty of the Father, about the ghost of the Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca and his conversations with the living protagonists; a Spanish father and his American daughter.

Oscar Issac as the poet, Lorca. Courtesy of Broadway World

LORCA. 

I constantly have to remind myself that I'm only a spirit and I have to look at life from a distance and not get too involved with humanity. But the living have a way of beckoning us back to life through prayer or a work of art... and it's only natural that we respond, because as spirits we have our little sad attachments to the world, and there's always work to be done.

LORCA.

I was a fool like you. I don't remember ever finding love in life. Faces and the forms of human bodies, that's all I ever found. Love has always been a thick forest that  I've never been able to enter, and all I've known is the promise of the trees.

PAQUITA.

I met him standing in front of one of his paintings. I was looking at a picture and fell in love with him through his work.

LORCA.

You are an artist, and that's like being a father to many children. Consider the heart doctor, who has listened to more than a million heartbeats, but never really gets to understand the secret language of hearts... But you are a creator and artists sometimes tap into the mystery of all these things.

 

LORCA.

Tonight you will go to bed companionless and perhaps discontent at the violence of life, and when sleep comes, you will unwind yourself like the string of a kite in the air, then you'll feel the weightlessness of your human soul and realize that the sadness in your being when measured against the weight of the world might seem very little.

Elegance

"If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well."

"Fled is that music: --Do I wake or sleep?"

[Note: This is copied and pasted from Artemis, and it's funny to look back on this post, because I actually was chosen to direct this play! Such a wonderful experience. Anyhoo, enjoy Keats' beautiful poetry] The past two weeks of my life I have spent toiling night and day on a script analysis of Tennessee Williams' Not About Nightingales for Fundamentals of Theatre III. The final product is forty seven pages and 14,000 words of analytical goodness. The two students with the best script analysis will be chosen to direct their shows, using the other students in the class for their cast, an able bodied crew to build sets and a small budget. We find out the directors in a week, so I'll keep you all literally and figuratively posted.    Anyhoo, Here are my favorite verses from the play's namesake,    "ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE" BY: JOHN KEATS     III
Far Far away, dissolve and quite forget
What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other grown;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.   VI Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou are pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. VIII Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream,  Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: --Do I wake or sleep?

Elegance

"We are all prisoners of our own destiny,
and must confront it with the knowledge that there is no way out and,
in our epilogue, must be the person we have always been deep inside,
regardless of any illusions we may have nurtured in our lifetime.
Just because you have been around fine linen
does not mean you are entitled to it
-- no more than a sick person is to health."

Riddle Me This #6 Answered

Here it is one more time...

I am a microcosm of the Universe
Complete with my own Starbucks
Or Five
I am pleasure without Duty
Where the paths of the world Crux
One Hive
One thousand rates
One thousand gates
One thousand emotions stir
I have thousands to Deter
I am the world over
Individual, yet exactly the Same
Enabler, you know my Name
Who am I?

 Image courtesy of Doublemind.

An Airport.

Riddle Me This #6

Once again, wrote it in AP Lit after finishing a quiz.
Please guess and leave your answer in the comments!
It will be fun, I promise :)

I am a microcosm of the Universe
Complete with my own Starbucks
Or Five
I am pleasure without Duty
Where the paths of the world Crux
One Hive
One thousand rates
One thousand gates
One thousand emotions stir
I have thousands to Deter
I am the world over
Individual, yet exactly the Same
Enabler, you know my Name
Who am I?

We All Need

A LESSON IN INNOCENCE
 BY: HECTOR ROJAS HERAZO

Van Gogh once painted
the portrait of the world.
There was everything in it:
the flowers that open
and the doors that close,
the days of moaning
and the days of gold
that paths and the dreams,
the branches and the doves.
Also a child
looking at two lovers
as well as the hour of the birth
and death of every man.
To achieve the portrait, Van Gogh 
only had to paint a chair.

Interior of a Restaurant at Arles

August, 1888

Elegance

"Grace, beauty, harmony, intensity. 

If I find something, then I may rethink my options:

If I find a body with beautiful movement or,

Failing that, a beautiful idea for the mind,

Well then maybe I'll think that life is worth living, 

After all."

Riddle Me This #5 Answered

This is one of my favorite Riddles! I just hope the answer makes sense to you.
Here it is again...

I guide your words and lights
Your ink and how you think
Your lefts and my rights.
Maps are of me,
While I reveal the map of your face.
I keep you from running off
The road, the stage, the page.
You can remember and store me,
You can walk between or before me, 
You can cross over, but cannot ignore me.
Obey me, and I will transform your state.
Make me obey you, and I will only create.
Who am I?



I am...

Lines

Photo courtesy of thehollywood

Riddle Me This #5

A riddle I wrote whilst spacing out a little in AP Literature...

I guide your words and lights
Your ink and how you think
Your lefts and my rights.
Maps are of me,
While I reveal the map of your face.
I keep you from running off
The road, the stage, the page.
You can remember and store me,
You can walk between or before me, 
You can cross over, but cannot ignore me.
Obey me, and I will transform your state.
Make me obey you, and I will only create.
Who am I?

Hint: The inspiration for this one was impossible to ignore as I wrote...

The Things They Carried - Tim O'Brien

"But this too is true: stories can save us"

 

Riddle Me This #4 Answered

I carry a lot of beauty
And a little weight
I am always pointed
You are always straight
Below me is sole
Above me is heart
I may be lowly
But I am a work of art
Because through me
People need you
And that is what
God made me to do
Who am I?

Drum Roll Please...

My Best Friend's Feet

I already miss you, and I love you more than you will ever know

"You cut me down to size and open up my eyes"

Oh, I almost forgot
have fun at college :)

Riddle Me This #4

This one is not vague or general like others have been, it is very specific to a single person. However, that does not mean you cannot still guess :) Someone humor me and leave a guess in the comments...

Here goes.

I carry a lot of beauty
And a little weight
I am always pointed
You are always straight
Below me is sole
Above me is heart
I may be lowly
But I am a work of art
Because through me
People need you
And that is what
God made me to do
Who am I?

A Thousand Times Goodnight

[Once Again, this post is from Artemis, so take it out of context and enjoy Shakespeare]

My computer has been broken for six days, I kid you not. It has been a horrible, frustrating and expensive experience that I never want to repeat again.

Anyhoo, today was the Region AAAA One-Act Competition and Kennesaw Mountain's production of Romeo and Juliet went up against five other schools. If you aren't familiar with One Act Play Competitions, a school has 55 minutes to perform their play, bring out and take off the set while three esteemed judges sit in the audience and attempt to attach a number to the highest form of art. For the fifth year in a row, we kicked some serious booootay, taking home the awards for Best Set, Best Costumes, Best Ensemble, Best Actor, Best Actress and the First Place trophy. As one of the two four year Seniors, I got to go onstage and accept the trophy for First Place, and I must say that moment was all I wanted for my birthday!

John Stride and Judi Dench, 1960

To celebrate, here is quite possibly one of my favorite monologues from all of Shakespeare:

    Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
    By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
    It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
    Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
    And learn me how to lose a winning match,
    Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
    Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
    With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
    Think true love acted simple modesty.
    Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
    For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
    Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
    Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
    Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.

- Romeo and Juliet
Act III, Scene ii

Romeo and Juliet, 1895

"I wish I knew how to quit you"

Heath: A Family's Tale

Janet Fife-Yeomans

I once said how I hated non-fiction books, and at the beginning of this biography I felt that sentiment's ugly head rearing again. Fife-Yeomans includes so much about his family's history that I was wondering who the book was about. As I continued reading, I got completely caught up in this man and began to understand how his family and the land he came from affected him, particularly towards the end of his life.

The biography tells the story of Heath from the cradle to the grave, and he truly seems to be one of those famous actors who never changed himself for the acceptance of others.

When his career was beginning to take off...

I would not recommend Heath: A Family's Tale to anyone. I think you have to be like me, completely obsessed with the Entertainment Industry, to get something greater than just the story of an actor from this book. So that narrows it down.

Let me rephrase that statement; If you are interested in what it means to be a real actor in Hollywood, dealing with agents and directors, what a contract binds you to, how to handle press and paparazzi, the affect fame has on yourself, your relationships, friends and family, then read this book. That explains it a little better, no?

Heath and Michelle at the Oscar's for Brokeback Mountain

With every page I drooled with jealousy over the actors Heath was able to work and surround himself with; Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Anne Hathaway, Russel Crowe, Lena Headey, Nicole Kidman, Michelle Williams, Jake Gyllenhaal and Paul Bettany. (Just to name a few)

Janet Fife-Yeoman's research is incredible, and the book provides the best insight into a life that so many people have opinions about. It flows so effortlessly, I read it in one night! I also would like to say that the Concept and Design editor Reuben Crossman and Layout editor Susanne Geppert did a marvelous job. The colors chosen for the book (Orange, Heath's favorite color) and the text is a graphic designer's dream! It is as aesthetically pleasing to look at (helped of course by Heath's dashing good looks) as it is to read.

It ends with Heath being nominated for a posthumous Oscar, which I felt was fitting for a life that also ended before the story was over. We can have comfort knowing that Heath Ledger lives on in this book, in his work and in the love of his life, little Matilda Rose Ledger.

April 4, 1979 – January 22, 2008

Anna Karenina

Some of my favorite quotes from Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, 

translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky 

"All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

"He was on familiar terms with everyone with whom he drank champagne, and he drank champagne with everyone"

"The place where she stood seemed to him unapproachably holy, and there was a moment when he almost went away-- he was so filled with awe... He stepped down, trying not to look at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."

"Yes, brother, women -- that's the pivot on which everything turns."

"All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade."

"Anna smiled, as one smiles at the weaknesses of people one loves"

"'I think,' said Anna, toying with the glove she had taken off, 'I think... If there are as many minds as there are men, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.'"

"She understood that you only have to forget yourself and love others and you would be calm, happy and beautiful"

"I can only live by my heart, and you live by the rules. I loved you simply, but you probably only so as to save me, to teach me!"

"He could not have been mistaken. There were no other eyes in the world like those. There was no other being in the world capable of concentrating for him all the light and meaning of life. It was she. It was Kitty."

"Women are the main stumbling block in a man's activity. It's hard to love a woman and do anything."

"It is possible to save a person who does not want to perish. But if the whole nature is so corrupt, so perverted, that perdition itself looks like salvation, what can be done?"

"It showed him the eternal error people make in imagining that happiness is the realization of desires."

"She obviously could see that her explanation would not make anything understood, but, knowing that her speech was pleasant and her hands were beautiful, she went on explaining." 

"All that day she had the feeling that she was playing in the theatre with actors better than herself and that her poor playing spoiled the whole thing."

"Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be."

"He could still bring her back, but she reached the door, he remained silent, and only the rustle of the turning page was heard." 

All images from Bernard Shaw's Anna Karenina (1997)

Elegance

"So many quests, all these different worlds... 

Can we all be so similar yet live in such disparate worlds? 

Is it possible that we are all sharing the same frenetic agitation,

Even though we have not sprung from the same earth,

Or the same blood and do not share the same ambition?"

Image from Tatielle

Riddle Me This #3 Answered

Here is the Riddle one more time:

I roam freely but cannot pass through bone,
wherever you are is my home.
I will accompany you to foreign lands,
and where I dwell you can hold in your hands.
But I can never be held or measured or claimed,
I can never be broken or fractured or maimed.
I help you to speak, I help you to see,
but I am speaking, of course, abstractly.
I am the key to life's mysteries
and I have no emotional boundaries.
My depth is the sea, my reach is the sky,
I'm a part of you, so who am I?


And the answer?


The Mind

Riddle Me This #3

This is my favorite Riddle so far.
Give it a shot!

I roam freely but cannot pass through bone,
wherever you are is my home.
I will accompany you to foreign lands,
and where I dwell you can hold in your hands.
But I can never be held or measured or claimed,
I can never be broken or fractured or maimed.
I help you to speak, I help you to see,
but I am speaking, of course, abstractly.
I am the key to life's mysteries
and I have no emotional boundaries.
My depth is the sea, my reach is the sky,
I'm a part of you, so who am I?


Hmmmm. Leave your answer in the comments!

Elegance

"What is an aristocrat? 

A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity,

Although she may be surrounded by it."

Image from The Dream Walking Society

One of my favorite images...

A Tale of Two Anna's

Some quotes from the soon to be reviewed Anna in the Tropics by Nilo Cruz


Juan Julian: How does one hide behind light?
Marela: Depends on what you are hiding from.
Juan Julian: Perhaps light itself
Marela: Well, there are many kinds of light. The light of fires. The light of stars. The light that reflects off rivers. Light that penetrates through cracks. Then there's the type of light that reflects off the skin. Which one?
Juan Julian: Perhaps the type that reflects off skin.
Marela: That's the most difficult one to escape.

Ofelia: Don't be silly.
Marela: We can always dream.
Ofelia: A yes. But we have to take a yardstick and measure our dreams.
Marela: Then I will need a very long yardstick. The kind that could measure the sky.

Tony Plana, Geoffrey Ricas, Julian Acosta, Onahoua Rodriguez, Adriana Sevan and Karmin Murcela in Nilo Cruz’s Anna in the Tropics, South Coast Repertory, California, 2003. Photo: Ken Howard. All images courtesy of South Coast Repertory, California.

Conchita: Have you ever heard the voice of someone who's deaf? The voice is crude and ancient, because it has no sense of direction or place, because it doesn't hear itself and it doesn't know if anybody else in the world hears it. Sometimes I want to have a long conversation with you, like this. Like a deaf person. As if I couldn't hear you or myself. But I would just talk and talk, and say everything that comes to my mind, like a shell that shouts with the voice of the sea and it doesn't care if anybody ever hears it. That's how I want to speak to you, and ask you things.

Santiago: Every time I lose, I feel that something has been taken from me... Have I lost you too, Ofelia? Have I lost you?
Ofelia: If you had lost me, I wouldn't be here. If you had lost me, I wouldn't be by your side.

Karmin Murcela (Ofelia), Julian Acosta (Juan Julian), Adriana Sevan (Conchita) and Onahoua Rodriguez (Marela) in Nilo Cruz’s Anna in the Tropics, South Coast Repertory, California, 2003. Photo: Ken Howard.

Conchita: You are the reader of love stories, and anybody who dedicates his life to reading books believes in rescuing things from oblivion

Juan Julian: You are clear and fresh as water. did anybody ever tell you this?
Marela: No, never
Juan Julian: Then people are blind.

Julian Acosta (Juan Julian) and Adriana Sevan (Conchita) in Nilo Cruz’s Anna and the Tropics, South Coast Repertory, California, 2003. Photo: Ken Howard.

Elegance

"Does this mean that this is how we must live our lives? 

Constantly poised between beauty and death, 

Between movement and its disappearance?

Maybe that's what being alive is all about: 

So we can track down those moments that are dying."

Image by Irving Penn

Riddle Me This #2 Answered

I annoy you when I run out
Because your mind is still racing
I can make it lovely or annoying
But you can control the spacing
I am just your point
I am mostly black and blue
I am not a part of your body
But I am an extension of you
Who am I?

I think this one was pretty easy, but I hope you at least had to think a little bit.
The answer?


Image by *godlike86, courtesy of Deviant Art

A Pen.

Riddle Me This #2

I annoy you when I run out
Because your mind is still racing
I can make it lovely or annoying
But you can control the spacing
I am just your point
I am mostly black and blue
I am not a part of your body
But I am an extension of you
Who am I?

Hmmmm, any ideas? You know what to do, just leave your answer in the comments.

Ye Olde Poetry

THE THROSTLE

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

 "Summer is coming, summer is coming.

I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,"
Yes, my wild little Poet.

Sing the new year in under the blue.
Last year you sang it as gladly.
"New, new, new, new!" It is then so new
That you should carol so madly?

"Love again, song again, nest again, young again,"
Never a prophet so crazy!
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
See, there is hardly a daisy.

"Here again, here, here, here happy year!"
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.

Lolita, Lolita, Lolita

I said before how difficult it would be to describe the brilliance of this novel in words, or at least the ones that belong to my vocabulary. So here goes...

Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita

Due to the sensitive plotline, I am going to spend no time on a summary. I might turn you off, and I couldn't have that on my conscience, now could I? Having said this, I realize that there are some reading this who are repulsed by even the idea of Lolita, and to these people I offer you the words of Oscar Wilde:

"There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written.
That is all."

And Lolita is well written.

While it is provocative, never was this gorgeous novel obscene, uncomfortable or vulgar. It truly is a superb piece of literature. There are two things that amaze me about this novel:

1. It is the perfect mixture of "Justice. He had it coming..." and "Why, in the name of all that is poetic, WHY DID IT HAVE TO END THIS WAY!!!!!!" Lolita is one of those novels that ends before it begins. The first page tells you that both Humbert and Lolita die, and the journey is discovering why you should care that a man dies in prison and a girl dies in childbirth. By the end, you are not human if you do not care. I have a rule when it comes to literature: Judge a book by its last page. Lolita ends with a crescendo that makes me ache. The kind of ache that feels right, like you could fight and fight but deep down you know it had to be this way.

2. For a novel that was first published in 1955, Nabokov's voice never shows its age. Let me put it this way, just because you can find Lolita in an antique store does not mean it is stuffy. Perhaps what makes the novel so modern is that Humbert, the narrator, knows we are reading what he has written. Without trying to be eloquent, he is profound. Without trying to make us laugh, his wit is insatiable. Without apologizing, we forgive him.

"Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Repeat till the page is full"

If you want to do something for yourself this summer, I suggest reading Lolita. Indulge yourself; create a private memory, a secret feeling, an atmosphere of art. Let this man and girl whisper, speak, plead and scream to you.

My only complaint? Lolita. I would like to understand more of what makes her do what she does. Maybe it is there, maybe I was just so engrossed in Humbert's downward spiraling obsession with her that I did not notice or was not looking for it.

Note to self: Read Lolita again. Find her.

Sue Lyon as 'Lolita'

"For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art

(curiosity, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.

There are not many such books."

- Vladimir Nabokov

Into the Wild Review

Confession: This is quick and not going to be very eloquent or the picture of literary perfection. It is just going to be "meh..." because the book was well, kinda meh.

Summary: Boy burns money. Boy has adventures. Boy goes to Alaska. Boy dies. And I'm not giving the ending away because on the front cover it tells you he dies.

The boy, Chris.

Anyhoo... I felt like I was reading one really, really, really long newspaper article. Which in truth is probably what it is supposed to feel like seeing as the book is one big expanded article. It just began to drag after about the first fifty pages. I judge a book (by its cover, duh) by the ending, and so I was determined to continue reading, but the last twenty pages were extremely difficult to get through.

Now I have told you it is slow in some parts, enough of that. I don't judge Chris for what he did, like some do. Whether he was prepared to face the elements or not, whether he planned on dying in the Alaskan bush or not, Chris did one thing that the majority of us would never dream of doing; he lived without boundaries. For that he has my respect.

I just felt unconnected to this charismatic young man. I feel that this is due to the nature of nonfiction books, you just get a picture of the person without knowing them. My favorite parts were when others who knew him, whether for his whole life or a lonely car ride, described the man they knew. If I knew someone for only hours would they be able to speak so highly of me?
So I leave you with that folks.
How will you influence the people around you?

Read? At least once in your life
Grade? B+

Lo-lee-ta

My review will be here as soon as I can find the mortal words to describe this book, but in the meantime, enjoy Alexander Nabokov's Words

"I adore her so horribly. No: 'horribly' is the wrong word. The elation with which the vision of new delights filled me was not horrible but pathetic. I qualify it as pathetic"
- Humbert

"The artist in me has been given the upper hand over the gentleman"
- Humbert

"Emphatically, no killers are we. Poets never kill."
- Humbert

"This daily headache in the opaque air of this tombal jail is disturbing, but I must preserve... Don't think I can go on. Heart, head - everything. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita , Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat till the page is full, printer."
- Humbert

Sue Lyons as Lolita, in Stanley Kubrick's film adaptation

"The strain was beginning to tell. If a violin string can ache, then I was that string."
- Humbert

"I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher now a past destiny; but a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues"
- Humbert

"I am not a lady and do not like lightning"
- Lolita

"You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."
- Humbert

Elegance

I have decided to bless you every now and then with a quote from a book that has changed my life... but the title shall remain unspoken. Why?
Because I like it that way :)

So from here on out, these quotes will simply be known as "Elegance" and when I have exhausted my underlined quotes in the book, I will reveal its title, praise its author and wax poetic for multiple posts about how amazing it is!
Maybe not to that extent, but enjoy!

"Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls"


"Pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language"

Images from The Cherry Blossom Girl and Tatielle Tumblr

Riddle Me This #1 Answered

This is a riddle from Artemis, so I'm going to go ahead and post the answer right now. I'm just trying to get all the literature off of Artemis and onto Of The Thing Sung, so I won't be posting anything new for a couple of days while that process happen.
Deal with it :)
Oh, and Merry Christmas!

Remember this?

I am as bright as the sun
With a center that is black
I can make you smile
But a mouth I lack
Who am I?

Drum roll please
*Drums roll on desk

 

It's a sunflower!

Riddle Me This #1

Let's just say, I have a thing for writing Riddles. I am absolute rubbish at figuring them out, but writing them is very fun! So here goes, my first Riddle.

I am as bright as the sun
With a center that is black
I can make you smile
But a mouth I lack
Who am I?

Hmmm, any ideas? Leave me a comment with your answer!

My New Blog!

"Love means love of the thing sung, not of the song or of the singing."

- These Poems, She Said, Robert Bringhurst

Welcome to Of The Thing Sung, my newest blog entirely dedicated to literature! I decided that Artemis is getting too unfocused with all this art, fashion, literature business, so I'm splitting them up. This blog will be devoted to published poems, some of my own work and my friends' writings, play and book reviews, riddles, and my favorite quotations from lyrics, plays, poems and novels.

I hope you enjoy it! This blog is not out to prove anything, just a reminder to myself, and hopefully some of you, that love means love of the thing sung.

Oh, let me introduce myself! I'm Anna, an artist, actor, writer and photographer (wannabe) living in suburban Atlanta and a Senior in high school about to crash headlong into a gap year from college full of exactly what I am, more art, more photos and more literature.