Monday, October 23, 2006

I love..

I love the way you play the guitar
the piano
how you can swim
how you can run
the way you play with your dog, running around the pool when she chases you
the way you play catch with me with anything we can play catch with

I love the way you cook, the way you can make the best meals and desserts for us without having to spend anything
also the fact that you know so much, that you can give scientific explanations for almost everything that I ask

I love the way that you're so gentle
the way you hold my hand
the way you put your arms around me
and the way you touch my face

I love the way you smile because of the simple things
the way you react when you see things like dolphins, penguins, dogs, cats, and otters
the way you laugh and how contagious your laughter is

I love the way we make each other's day
the way we can enjoy ourselves with almost anything

I love the way we dance together under the moon
the way we can just stare up in the sky and admire the stars

I love the way you look straight into my eyes, smile, and then say how much you love me

I love the way you love me, the way you make me feel that everything's alright

I love the fact that because of you, I'm coming up with a vague prose like this
the fact that it doesn't matter as long as I can say I love you. All because those three words will never be enough to tell you how much I do. :)

Friday, October 20, 2006

Blindness by Jose Saramago

We took this up in our Lit13 class.

It's a book where everything is unnamed. The characters, places, and even the chapters are untitled. The theme is at first elusive since the word blindness is ambiguous, but later on it will surface. It can be interpreted in many ways but we didn't focus much on its political aspect, just blindness in general. It's mostly about how blindness made people aware of their responsibility towards others, what the world wouldv'e been like if people were blind. So there. That's basically it, but like I said, it's kind of elusive because of the ambiguity so it's really open to different interpretations.

The novel is clutter-y and made of run-ons. The only punctuation marks used were the period and the comma. It contributes to the chaotic and fast-paced theme of the story, but that's just also the way Saramago writes.

There are a lot of philosophical, metaphysical, and other notable quotes from the book. Here are some:

*** "Then, as if he had just discovered something that he should have known a long time ago, he murmured sadly, This is the stuff we're made of, half indifference and half malice."

*** "in truth, the eyes are nothing more than lenses, it is the brain that actually does the seeing,"

*** "People get so used to having eyes that they think they can use them when they no longer serve for anything."

*** "If we cannot live like human beings, at least let us do everything not to live entirely like animals."

*** "When the spirit is will, your feet are light."

*** "there are certain things that are best left unexplained, it's best just to say what happened, not to probe on people's inner thoughts and feelings"

*** "let's all keep quiet, there are times when words serve no purpose, if only I, too, could weep, say everything with tears, not have to speak in order to be understood."

*** "That we're going to die is something we know from the moment we are born, That's why, in some ways, it's as if we were born dead."

*** "people were blind yet managed to live, she herself would also have to turn blind in order to understand that people get used to anything, especially if they ceased to be people, and even if they have not quite reached that point,"

*** "we're already dead, we're blind because we're dead, or if you would prefer me to put it another way, we're dead because we're blind,"

*** "Today is today, tomorrow will bring what tomorrow brings, today is my responsibility, not tomorrow if I should turn blind, the resposibility of having my eyesight when others have lost theirs"

*** "blind in eyes and blind in feelings, because the feelings with which we have lived and which we allowed us to live as we were, depended on our having eyes we were born with, without eyes feelings become something different,"

*** "It is not only in nature that from time to time not everything is lost and something is gained."

*** "Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters,"

*** "the human body is an organised system, it lives as long as it keeps organised, and death is only the effect of a disorganization... By organising itself, to organise onself is, in a way, to begin to have eyes."

*** "The only miracle we can perform is to go on living, said the woman, to preserve the fragility of life from day to day, as if it were blind and did not know where to go, and perhaps it is like that, perhaps it really does not know, it placed itself in our hands, after giving us intelligence, and this is what we made of it,"

*** "I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see."

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Hey hey

I had the impulse to create a separate blog for literary issues, reflections, summaries and whatnot. 0_o The title of this blog goes, "A Passion for Literature". :) Hence, this is to be an unadulterated literary journal that can also dwell on its objective aspect. Anything and everything about literature, actually. ;)

Literature is not my expertise, but it is my passion ;) I don't know a lot of books or authors but I indulge in the act of reading and I get more from it than I would know. ;D

I don't expect people to appreciate or relate with me here but if you're interested, then you're welcome! ;)

I'll put up an entry soon. ;p

ciao.