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timerippleI approve of all the Beethoven that’s going around the internet airways like an epidemic. An epidemic of AWESOME AND STRING QUARTETS.
Tonight in Korean class 선생님 corrected a future tense conjugation I’d done, explaining “you’ve got the rule right, but actually we don’t use it here because we don’t like to say the sound twice.” Guys, this is a language that breaks its own rules because it sounds better that way. I finally gave up all pretense at scholarly interest and scrawled “OH KOREA” in the margin of my workbook.
Since it’s again apartment-hunting time, here is a poem:
“Landowners”
From my rented attic with no earth
To call my own except the air-motes,
I malign the leaden perspective
Of identical gray brick houses,
Orange roof-tiles, orange chimney pots,
And see that first house, as if between
Mirrors, engendering a spectral
Corridor of inane replicas,
Flimsily peopled.
But landowners
Own their cabbage roots, a space of stars,
Indigenous peace. Such substance makes
My eyeful of reflections a ghost’s
Eyeful, which, envious, would define
Death as striking root on one land-tract;
Life, its own vaporous wayfarings.
(Sylvia Plath, 1956. p. 53 in The Collected Poems, ed. Ted Hughes, Harper Perennial Modern Classics, New York: 2008.)
Tonight in Korean class 선생님 corrected a future tense conjugation I’d done, explaining “you’ve got the rule right, but actually we don’t use it here because we don’t like to say the sound twice.” Guys, this is a language that breaks its own rules because it sounds better that way. I finally gave up all pretense at scholarly interest and scrawled “OH KOREA” in the margin of my workbook.
Since it’s again apartment-hunting time, here is a poem:
“Landowners”
From my rented attic with no earth
To call my own except the air-motes,
I malign the leaden perspective
Of identical gray brick houses,
Orange roof-tiles, orange chimney pots,
And see that first house, as if between
Mirrors, engendering a spectral
Corridor of inane replicas,
Flimsily peopled.
But landowners
Own their cabbage roots, a space of stars,
Indigenous peace. Such substance makes
My eyeful of reflections a ghost’s
Eyeful, which, envious, would define
Death as striking root on one land-tract;
Life, its own vaporous wayfarings.
(Sylvia Plath, 1956. p. 53 in The Collected Poems, ed. Ted Hughes, Harper Perennial Modern Classics, New York: 2008.)
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Date: 2013-05-02 01:22 am (UTC)i haven't been inspired by any of the recent ones, though gu family book might be a possibility. you know how i am about these things though. what have i been up to recently? mainly settling into new life here. i've recently caught the beginnings of a spring cold. :( at least, that's what i think it is. it's that or allergies & i can't decide which one i'd rather have it be & then the weather's be all over the place. anyway, the last show of the season is twelfth night & i wish you could be here to be my +1 for when i go see it. boo for being so far away.
anyway, i'll try to be more present here on the interwebs & then perhaps we won't feel so far apart. :) don't expect me to update my own journal, though. ;)
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Date: 2013-05-12 05:15 pm (UTC)I haven't really been watching anything, though I've been keeping up with recaps. Korean class was... interesting. The quarter is over for now, so we'll see whether they offer Korean 2 in the fall. Mostly I've been busy with work.
Did I mention that I miss you?
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Date: 2013-05-02 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-12 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-02 09:51 pm (UTC)I also could study more on my own.
BUT STILL
Also, I wanted to hear about Nobunaga no Chef, mentioned briefly in an earlier post.