“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Blurry pictures...blurry week!
Monday......Band Practice
Tuesday.....Stomach Flu...all day
Wednesday...Kalaloch concert in Salem (tummy still tender)
Thursday....From work to a Built to Spill concert in Portland (home at 2 a.m.)
Friday..my nephew stayed the night to avoid attending an unfortunate wedding
Last Saturday he had a girlfriend. Last Sunday she called to announce that her ex-boyfriend proposed marriage...and she said yes. Today (Saturday) they are getting married.
...I guess the stomach flu is not so bad in comparison.
blurry week. blurry pictures. blurry girls with blurry morals.
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2 comments:
What a horrible girl.
Hopefully this week will be clearer and brighter (for you and your poor nephew).
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