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The Athenaeum | Public | 08.23.03

Public Entries
[01.19.04] O sweetest Melancholy!
[12.13.03] A dark contest of waves and winde;
A meer tempestuous debate.

[12.03.03] O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
[11.05.03] My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast...

[10.11.03] The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!

[10.11.03] Let me not to the marriage of true minds...
[09.29.03] Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free

[08.25.03] "I have nothing to declare except my genius."
[08.23.03] "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do."
[08.21.03] Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme
To take into the air my quiet breath

[05.05.03] The most insipid and meaningless drivel...
[05.05.03] Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or.
[03.18.03] There is poetry in despair,
And we sang with unrivaled beauty,
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

[03.08.03] Totus mundus agit histrionem
[03.01.03] 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[02.27.03] My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly

[02.23.03] Morituri te salutamus
[02.20.03] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

[02.03.03] Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped...
[01.31.03] Read this the tale of my despair...
[07.05.02] Hic astabo tantisper cum hac forma et factus frusta?
[03.05.02] The squalor of the soul
[03.03.02] Resplendence
[03.02.02] Mortality
Archived Entries
[03.15.03] Drivel of the Day | March 15, 2003
[02.21.03] Answers to the Common Knowledge Quiz
[02.21.03] Come one, come all!
Test your mental mettle: Common Knowledge Quiz

[02.17.03] Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo
[02.16.03] The Conflagration of the Fripperies | Chapter the Third
[02.15.03] Shop! in the Name of Love...
[02.10.03] I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.

[02.10.03] I live in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose...

[01.19.03] Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget...
[12.20.02] Of Love and Other Demons
[12.19.02] Vitanda est improba siren desidia
[12.16.02] Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème
[10.23.02] Down With The CPP
[10.15.02] The Conflagration | Chapter the Second
[10.11.02] The Conflagration Chapter the First: Revised
[08.12.02] Varium et mutabile semper femina
[07.07.02] Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
[07.04.02] Bibamus, moriendum est
[07.02.02] He's alive! Aliiiiiiiive!
[05.04.02] For love is a many-splendored thing...
[05.03.02] This is only a test...
[04.27.02] Caution: Wet Paint
[04.27.02] Everything you never wanted to know about me...
[04.26.02] Soirées and sadness
[04.23.02] Mustn't... go... home!
[04.22.02] My raging addiction
[04.21.02] The Life of Eric Jeffus: Apr. 18-21, 2002
[04.21.02] The shocking truth about dogs
[04.18.02] Operation: Apathy
[04.18.02] Need sleep, precious, precious sleep...
[04.18.02] The Black Sabbath
[04.15.02] God has no religion.
[04.15.02] Rituale Romanum
[04.14.02] Purgatory
[04.13.02] Self-defense (literally)
[04.12.02] Rumours of my death...
[04.12.02] On Counterculture.
[04.12.02] I am a Converse convert
[04.12.02] The Monster Stress Hath Begotten
[03.05.02] The crows will kill us all...
[03.03.02] Visions
[03.01.02] What happens to a dream deferred?

"Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." [08.23.03]

[mood| complacent]
[music| "Breathing" | Yellowcard]

The title of today's entry comes from the always brilliant Oscar Wilde: the above were apparently his dying words as he lay in a drab Paris hotel room. [Note to self: Think of something incredibly witty and profound to say when "the Consumption" (perhaps better known as tuberculosis, the disease of choice for artists) finally claims me.]

All right, so I lied; I didn't write another entry the other day like I swore I would. Sorry about that. Moving on to (marginally) more important matters...

I can't say that there's much to report, to be honest. I'm currently partaking in a John Irving marathon: I read Hotel New Hampshire and A Widow for One Year, then tore through Cider House Rules, and I'm now revisiting The World According to Garp and A Prayer for Owen Meany. I've also rented the film versions of Hotel New Hampshire, Cider House Rules, and The World According to Garp (I'd forgotten that Simon Birch was based on Owen Meany). (Anyone not familiar with John Irving, by the way, is commanded to go and read Garp (the first of his novels I read, and my favourite thus far) or anything else he's written—his writing is masterful.)

Another novel that carries my highest recommendations is J.D. Salinger's Franny & Zooey, which now holds a place in my (rather long, admittedly) list of favourite books. Read it. Today. (It's short, if that's any consolation—only about 200 pages.)

Also, check out this website: http://www.bookcrossing.com. The concept is that you leave books (preferably ones you've enjoyed and want to share with others) around in public places in the hopes that someone will pick it up, read it, and continue passing it on to strangers by leaving it at Starbucks or on a bench somewhere—you place labels on the books with barcodes (after registering the books on the site), which people enter when writing a little entry about where they found the book and what they thought of it. Armed with that barcode (or just the title of the book), you can track the book's progress across the country (or the world!). I think it's a spiffy idea, and recommend that anyone interested register some books and release them into the wild, so to speak. (My username on the site is EruditionInc, if you're interested in seeing what I've released (nothing yet, unfortunately).

All right, this bloody library computer just informed me that I have only five minutes of Internet access remaining, so I'll have to keep this short. Until next time, I bid you farewell. Goodbye, all you beautiful people!

*blows kiss to computer screen*

[Exit Orpheum.]