Wednesday, 27 November 2013

a walk in the rain

In the midst of rocks and sand and bags and beer cans, I stood and watched the rain shatter the grey surface of the river; it resembles a fuzzy tv screen, or it is the visual representation of midnight silence. The pleasant rank of seaweed came to me in a wintery breeze, and crows cawed in the crooks of trees.

"She believed that since no earthly matter is lost but is just transformed into other forms, then people who die return to the earth and are used as part of an endless chain, re-use, and renewal."

- Rose Levit, about her daughter


Friday, 22 November 2013

the return to Nature

When I do die, lay me in the forest. 
I will find eternal peace amongst the trees, 
and my body will rot, decompose, 
and therefore bring life to the woods 
in which I am lain.
                   - August 27th, 2013

In the end, we are all returned to Nature. We die, we rot, and we feed the Earth. 
I read A Carcass by Charles Baudelaire, and it is so disgustingly descriptive that it makes you cringe; yet it celebrates the Circle of Life, much like my earlier request to be lain in the forest when I die. 
My desire for this has been confirmed.
I don't want to be buried in an expensive coffin made from slaughtered trees, and I no longer want to be burned and thrown to be caught by the wind. Just lay me in a bed of moss beneath the tree branches, my skin will be speckled by both sunshine and shadow.
And if I can no longer breathe, let me nourish and help the trees around me to breathe.
The flowers that grow from my bones will be the healthiest of all.

When at last our lively hour ends,
Slowly we begin the Return to Nature;
And return as well the life she lends.

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

The Lover

I started reading Marguerite Duras' The Lover once when I was younger, but I couldn't get all the way through it as it was difficult for me to follow; even so, I fell in love with the scenes that Duras described and thus much later decided to read it a second time. I fell in love with it once again. It was a strange book to read; the depressing, simple life of a young girl written beautifully, romantically. What intrigues me most is the fact that Marguerite writes about herself as a young girl; true events, her very own memories. An affair she had with a 32 year old Chinese man when she was as old as I am now. 

I was so excited when I discovered that there was a movie based on the book! I watched it immediately after finishing the book (well, after I finished crying over the end of the book), and I was not disappointed in the slightest (which is usually my expectation of movies based on books)! They could NOT have chosen better than Jane March and Tony Leung. They were perfect for the characters that had formed in my mind while reading. The soundtrack got stuck in my head, and I became addicted to watching certain clips over and over (and I'm not talking about the sex scenes).

This film is now on my mental list of treasures to find at a yard sale/thrift store one day.

"I'm going to die of love for you."
- the Chinese lover

(None of these pictures are mine)

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

summer soul

Trying to write an essay on a topic I really don't care for just makes me ache for summer days.

find peace in the trees

Saturday, 9 November 2013

the summer before change

These photos were taken by my friend Molly, I think three summers ago. We were in Maine for a week, and the beach was my favourite part. I love the sound of ocean waves, and vast stretches of sand.. Let the sea set you free. I only hope the two of us can go back one day, or anywhere really. 

Sunday, 3 November 2013

the seafarer

"My heart's desire urges my spirit
time and again to travel, so that I might seek
far from here a foreign land."

- The Seafarer
from the Exeter Book Elegies