Monday, March 9, 2009

Groans

In the classic narrative of contemplation, early ecstacy is followed by tragic disiccation, after which the contemplative, rescued by joy, rests again among the lillies of fulfilled desire.

The lillies. Of fulfilled. Desire.

The shit I have to study, I swear...

Music: Numb3rs
Mood: Sore
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  1. AnonymousMarch 9, 2009 at 11:19 AM

    It makes sense... sort of... Actually it all sounds vaguely sexual to me but maybe I've studied too much Freud.

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  2. quietsuperstitionsMarch 9, 2009 at 12:39 PM

    Oh it makes sense. But does it have to be said in that stupid way? I mean I realise I'm studying poetry, but must the theory try to be poetic? Bah.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 10, 2009 at 8:34 AM

    Fucking hippie posers ;)

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  4. quietsuperstitionsMarch 10, 2009 at 9:05 AM

    Haha I know! I'll get Max Bemis to sort 'em out.

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