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Mar. 7th, 2005 09:47 pmIn the interests of practicing my memorization for poetry class tomorrow, I give you, typed from memory,
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering down from the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the cold grey stones,
My girl is in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring, but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
I was going to memorize "The More Loving One," by the same poet, but this one was right above it in the course pack... and I just couldn't resist. It's so... funny, and sad, and just true all at once.
Not much else to say about today. I'm making some minimal progress on my seminar paper, and hoping to have more done tomorrow, and then still have to edit my poetry paper, too, and get my portfolio all put together. Whee. Also learned that I can still quote passages from the old "Bagenders" comic with damned fair accuracy, despite not having even looked at those things in a year, and that even thinking about "Timeless" always puts me in a mood that's somewhere between rhapsodizing about the beauty of love and just wanting to curl up with a blanky and whimper for a while. It also, inexplicably, gets Melissa Etheridge's "Home" stuck in my head... I blame having heard it on the radio the other day and thus remembering how much I love that damned song. I'm such a damned sucker.
My cat is crazy, and prefers a plastic bag on the floor or a cardboard box to sleeping on the nice big bed with quilts and down comforters. Although his favorite spot is still on my computer chair. Especially if I leave my cloak on it.
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering down from the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the cold grey stones,
My girl is in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring, but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
I was going to memorize "The More Loving One," by the same poet, but this one was right above it in the course pack... and I just couldn't resist. It's so... funny, and sad, and just true all at once.
Not much else to say about today. I'm making some minimal progress on my seminar paper, and hoping to have more done tomorrow, and then still have to edit my poetry paper, too, and get my portfolio all put together. Whee. Also learned that I can still quote passages from the old "Bagenders" comic with damned fair accuracy, despite not having even looked at those things in a year, and that even thinking about "Timeless" always puts me in a mood that's somewhere between rhapsodizing about the beauty of love and just wanting to curl up with a blanky and whimper for a while. It also, inexplicably, gets Melissa Etheridge's "Home" stuck in my head... I blame having heard it on the radio the other day and thus remembering how much I love that damned song. I'm such a damned sucker.
My cat is crazy, and prefers a plastic bag on the floor or a cardboard box to sleeping on the nice big bed with quilts and down comforters. Although his favorite spot is still on my computer chair. Especially if I leave my cloak on it.
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Date: 2005-03-08 02:33 pm (UTC)I love most of Melissa Etheridge's songs, I love her voice!
Theo is so silly, Snape and Missy know that a bed is the place to sleep!!! Although, I can see that your chair with your cloak on it would be pretty darned comfy (not more comfy than a bed though.)
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:41 pm (UTC)I know, silly kitty! He only sleeps on the bed when I'm over there, and even then he usually ends up on one of the ledges or something. He likes to be Up.