I can be elusive if you want me to, I’m not being intrusive, I just wish I knew the truth as to why I wait for you longer than the average person would, and why I think about you more than I think one should.
Our bodies fit together like a makeshift puzzle and it’s clear to see why you puzzle me when you turn your frame and you whisper my name as though I am a burden.
And I know this will happen again and again so, go on let’s pretend that this is the end.
So you ask for my opinion, well what is there to say? To be honest and just foolish won’t make you want to stay. You’ve gotta go on and get moving, and I can’t do that for you. You’ve got so many plans and so much you wanna do. Love is tough, time is rough, love is tough, time is rough, rough, rough on me.
Well I see you’ve got your Bible, you delusion of imagery. Well I don’t need your eternity or your meaning to feel free. I just live because I love to, and that’s enough you see. So don’t preach about morality, that’s just human sense to me.
There’s a virgin in my bed, and she’s taking off her dress, and I’m not sure what I am gonna do. There’s a song stuck in my head, and I can’t help singing it. Oh, how I hope my singing pleases you. Cause this is not who I’ve become, but what you make me into.
So, First Aid Kit was the opening act for Bright Eyes last week. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to post about this recently, but it’s happening now.
Let me just say that I without-a-doubt fell in love with those lovely little Swedish sisters the other night. They were so energetic on stage, but that’s not even it. Their voices were so incredibly sultry and just sucked me in. Their melodies, in combination with their “homely” instrumental counterparts, construct the ideal Indie-Folkish sound. They not only construct this wonderful sound, but they’re quite the overachievers - this song is proof of just how profound and ear-wrenching they are. It’s nearly haunting.
I’ve never been this intrigued by an opening act until now. Listen to this band, or at least this song, and you won’t regret it.
I locked myself in my house to do homework all day, but at this rate it’s looking like I’m not getting anything done…. I need someone to come over and study with me and keep me motivated!
Because, I have to…
Watch Miller’s Crossing and take notes
Write a comment paper on MC
Read the MC chapter in Mottram
Read a chapter in my history book
Start working on my history paper
Finish reading Sense and Sensibility
Finish reading Northanger Abbey
Start working on my Austen Paper
Begin my research for the Latin project
Make Latin vocabulary cards
Do pretty much all of the workbook/bookwork/translations for chapters 1-14 of my Latin textbook
Latin is going to kick my ass. Basically because I forgot everything over the summer and my new Latin professor is a moron. She doesn’t teach correctly, is scatterbrained, and just assigns us all of the work in the book/workbook after giving a shitty five-minute lecture. It looks like I’m teaching Latin to myself for the next two semesters - luckily I’m done after that!
William Deresiewicz A Jane Austen Education: How Six Novels Taught Me about Love, Friendship, and the Things that Really Matter The Penguin Press, 2011. 257 pp.
When V.S. Naipaul picked a fight with women writers in an interview earlier this year, citing a “narrow view of the world” as the source of female inferiority, he scorned Jane Austen for “her sentimental ambitions, her sentimental sense of the world,” declaring that no woman, not even Austen, was his literary equal. “A woman,” he said, “is not a complete master of a house, so that comes over in her writing.” Women at best produce “feminine tosh.”
If Naipaul’s goal in putting down women writers was to get attention, he couldn’t have picked a better target than Jane Austen. In fact, it’s hard to imagine any other woman whose disparagement would have garnered so much notice. In a word-association game, if I say “woman author,” odds are the first name in your head would be that of the creator of Pride and Prejudice. It’s worth noting that when I tried to talk to one of my nonliterary friends about Naipaul’s remarks, his immediate response was “Who’s V.S. Naipaul?” Nobody ever says, “Who’s Jane Austen?”