Que Sera Sera

For months I haven't known what to do with this blog. I love the concept, not the blog. Which is incredibly ironic because the blog title is taken from a poem of the same name, in which a poet's muse confronts him with anger because he loves the idea of her... not her.

Guilty as charged. 

Basically, I am unsure of what to do here. I want to keep going because you people seem to like what I had going on, but I'm not sure how passionate or devoted to this blog I will be. Clearly, my cup has not runneth over in the inspiration department since my last post was on *looking* February 16. Yikes!

We'll just play it by ear. If I get the urge to post, then I will. If I don't, then I won't.

Que Sera Sera

Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

The rain is full of ghosts tonight

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where and Why

BY: EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

 

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more.

 

Image from the Dream Walking Society

 

The Affair

by Alan Riddell

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Read it aloud, it will all make sense...

Amazing.

What has been slowing me down with this blog post business, is that I am trying to write a review of my first read and (consequently) favorite book of the new year. It has been a long time coming, so I decided to give you a little sneak peek. Here is a quote from David Nicholls' marvelous novel, One Day:

"Above the bed is a semi-ironic mirror, and they stare up at it through heavy eyelids, admiring themselves as they sprawl beneath, heads resting in laps, hands searching around for other hands, listening to the music, young and smart, attractive and successful, in the know and not in their right minds, all of them thinking how great they look and what good friends they're going to be from now on. There will be picnics on the Heath, and long lazy Sundays in the pub, and Dexter is enjoying himself once more. 'I think you're amazing,' someone says to someone else, but it doesn't matter who, because they're all amazing really. People are amazing."

Gap's Ad with the cast of Spring Awakening

Riddle Me This #8

Sorry for my lack of posting lately! No explanation. No, I wasn't off jet setting in some fabulous place; I was lazy.

But here you go! Riddle Number 8. Good luck!

I am addictive
I am blue
I am a film
Everyone hates me when I am new.
You'd be a nobody without me.
I'd be nothing without you.
Who am I?

Leave your guess in the comments!

We are all in the gutter...

If you know me well, you know it is no secret that I am in unrequited love with Oscar Wilde. Unrequited because:
1. He is dead.
2. He is dyed in the wool gay. (All the best ones, ladies)

Anyhoo, I thought I would post some of my favorite Oscar Wilde Quotes for us all to ponder and enjoy.

"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."

"All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life."

"All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his."

"Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much"

"An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all." 

"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

"Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught."

"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter."

 

"I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly."

 "I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies."

"I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best."

"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious."

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."

"There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are either well written or poorly written, 

that is all." 

 

Image from Shoe String Artists

 "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars"

Riddle Me This #7 Answered

I posted this one last Saturday and now 'tis time for the answer! Even though one Gabe Mustin already guessed it! Curses. I'll get you next time.

But here is Riddle #7 one more time:

I am used for leaving
Overnight
A Long Weekend
Permanently
If small, I am overhead
If heavy, I am below
I am necessary only when you need me
Sit on me if I grow
Who am I?

Image courtesy of truemarmalade

A Suitcase.