Bearing Witness

I change my mind about those pretentious, empty and tiresome words "poetry is obsolete". In light of feminist literature, the pervasive presence of poetry cannot be denied. But I do have my doubts for eg. why Carolyn Kizer, editor of One Hundred Great Poems by Women, chose to exclude poems about romance or domesticity. Simply because the theory is that truth can be split into two halfs - the prescribed "self" and the representative of truth "self"? But the word "truth" is such a tricky one I hardly dare imagine how one can define it. True that romantic poems may appear trivial and conventional, but how can it not be included in the essence of the female experience? Why does she take such pains to absent them, elide them from One Hundred Great Poems?

I am basically biased towards poetry because of the language used. Those strange staccato-beat words contain so much within itself, it is within itself, and I am the nervous stranger trying to decipher the words and not ridicule myself. But I secretly enjoy reading poems by women even if I interpret it the wrong way because in any case, I am reading a poem by the Other. Ha did I just fall into the trap?

To date, feminist classes seem like the only worthwhile classes. While I must have been insane to choose a class with mostly year 3 and honor students, I must have been more mad to choose Romanticism. I had this vision of romanticism being dramatic, swift and intense. Instead, I ended up with a litany of (surprise!) poems. Blake's being (hopefully) the hardest because they have alot of biblical references which I know naught and ashamedly, care not for.
I can't wait to do some prose.

Seraphim

My brother suggested I brand the clothes I make, and sell them at the Red Dot Museum. It is a good idea, I suppose, but I vehemently rejected the idea when I first heard it. I don't think the quality of the clothes I make are that good, and I feel a little embarrassed selling them. Also, I guess I am reluctant to be clumped together with a bunch of "loser" local designers who fail to impress; no spark of brilliance or signs of a creative genius. I don't really know why I'm so conscious and arrogant, it doesn't make much sense. However, thinking it through, it will be a good experience and improve my portfolio or resume or whatever. So maybe, I'll give it a try if the lazy bone does not set in? Onwards and away~

Lament the spirit of restraint

Hello I'm back! (with the same address and everything, probably wasted your time thinking what this goondu is up to)
A few updates:

1. I can do, or at least try, anything on string instruments, except tuning it and changing the damned strings. On guitar, I've changed the strings only once, and it came out haywired. On the violin where I was so fucking stupid, I broke the strings twice. It's horrible. Unbelievable that I finally managed to fix it after a few days of misery. I'm actually starting to enjoy playing the violin.
2. I have bad hair. This always happens whenever I go to the hairdresser. To make sure that my money and time are well-spent, I will ask for shorter hair despite the ironic fact that the hair, has already been nicely cut and styled. I look like fool, possibly am one too.
3. I should be going to Utrecht University in Netherlands next february. Yay. How shalt thou dress when thou ist in ze foreign nation?