Pointlessness
Ahh...muuuusic. Homework is finished enough for now. There still exists more, but it's not due tomorrow even if I was going to school. I think I'm acutally satisfied with today. Enough happened and got done to make me feel "done", though not completely because there are still things left to do. They can wait; they've had lots of practice.
Time for deep thought of the day. *opens shiny new philosophy book*
"New Critisism:
Anglo-American Formalist movement in litereay theory, related to structuralism, emphasizing the study of form over intention and effect. Applied to literature in general but in particular to lyric poetry, it was the dominant critical mode from the 1930's to the late '60s and helped revolutionize 20th-century criticism.... The New Critics regarded the successful poem as a harmonius, unified totality whose unity arises from its linguistic structure. The work's pattern of images and language, far fro serving as mere ornaments, contains its true substance; its meaning is inseparable from its form."
Fun, sounds like the formalism we use in English class. Still, I've ommitted the historical and development stuff. The entry was too long for me to have enough patience to type it all out. I've also found "We" in a section about literary utopias and dystopias. "Yevgeny Zamyatin's bitter satire of the Soviet system..."
Are gnomes at all related to Gnosticism? *grins*
Well, I seem to be currently without further inspiration. *puts father's head through wall* Ah, now I feel a bit better... not true, I've been doing that without result for far too long. This sucks... leave me alone, cruel world, stop torturing me with my own inabilities. Yes, I accept I cannot change it, but I cannot stop caring for him, caring about the dragon, because that would be a falsity, a closing off of myself that I'm not sure I could keep from repeating. The thing about things that hurt is that they need to tell you something. Pain is not pointless, usually (I have to qualify it because I'm thinking more in terms of emotional/psychological terms than in physical). R-Man has the right idea that you need to acknowledge your emotions and try to understand what they're telling you, though no matter how much I thank them I can't quite get them to leave off. What am I supposed to do? I can't protect myself from the pain because I refuse to even try to stop caring. It wouldn't be right to stop caring. Mostly I can bear the pain, but the anger, the upset moments when I just don't have enough control to keep it down, what do I do with those? I'm not denying my emotions, but letting myself be angry at my father (or mother, for that reason) to his face would be without result except to make my living situation that much more difficult. I can't change anything, and that hurts too. I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't. So what do I do with this anger to keep from driving myself over the edge? The not knowing is so tense, so vivid, so sharp...itai, itai, itai.
All I'm doing is driving myself insane. This is pointless.
Shiku, shiku...
Emptiness.
I'm tired of bitching... no doubt you are too. dammit
Time for deep thought of the day. *opens shiny new philosophy book*
"New Critisism:
Anglo-American Formalist movement in litereay theory, related to structuralism, emphasizing the study of form over intention and effect. Applied to literature in general but in particular to lyric poetry, it was the dominant critical mode from the 1930's to the late '60s and helped revolutionize 20th-century criticism.... The New Critics regarded the successful poem as a harmonius, unified totality whose unity arises from its linguistic structure. The work's pattern of images and language, far fro serving as mere ornaments, contains its true substance; its meaning is inseparable from its form."
Fun, sounds like the formalism we use in English class. Still, I've ommitted the historical and development stuff. The entry was too long for me to have enough patience to type it all out. I've also found "We" in a section about literary utopias and dystopias. "Yevgeny Zamyatin's bitter satire of the Soviet system..."
Are gnomes at all related to Gnosticism? *grins*
Well, I seem to be currently without further inspiration. *puts father's head through wall* Ah, now I feel a bit better... not true, I've been doing that without result for far too long. This sucks... leave me alone, cruel world, stop torturing me with my own inabilities. Yes, I accept I cannot change it, but I cannot stop caring for him, caring about the dragon, because that would be a falsity, a closing off of myself that I'm not sure I could keep from repeating. The thing about things that hurt is that they need to tell you something. Pain is not pointless, usually (I have to qualify it because I'm thinking more in terms of emotional/psychological terms than in physical). R-Man has the right idea that you need to acknowledge your emotions and try to understand what they're telling you, though no matter how much I thank them I can't quite get them to leave off. What am I supposed to do? I can't protect myself from the pain because I refuse to even try to stop caring. It wouldn't be right to stop caring. Mostly I can bear the pain, but the anger, the upset moments when I just don't have enough control to keep it down, what do I do with those? I'm not denying my emotions, but letting myself be angry at my father (or mother, for that reason) to his face would be without result except to make my living situation that much more difficult. I can't change anything, and that hurts too. I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't. So what do I do with this anger to keep from driving myself over the edge? The not knowing is so tense, so vivid, so sharp...itai, itai, itai.
All I'm doing is driving myself insane. This is pointless.
Shiku, shiku...
Emptiness.
I'm tired of bitching... no doubt you are too. dammit