Friday, July 17, 2009

Harvey Krumpet

{The story of a Polish immigrant named Harvie Krumpet and his perspective on life}

I am so sorry for not posting on a regular basis but I have been extremely busy. Since I haven’t had time for myself, I haven’t been inspired to write. I have many rough drafts of things that I want to say but when I try to go back to it, I find myself not wanting to say anything. In part, because I write according to my mood and feelings. When I don’t have time for myself I start to think in a logical way, worrying about laundry, buying food and making sure that all the bills are paid on time. I truly hate being on a logical mode but I guess I ought to be thankful because it makes my life easier.

I also want to thank the nice people that have giving me awards, “I truly appreciate it” I will pass them on , I am not trying to keep them all for myself( it’s mine, my precious). I just need some time to read new blogs.

On another note, I‘ve been wanting to review foreign movies because once in a while I get tired of the same Hollywood crap. Plus I really love foreign films. If you know of any good foreign films let me know. So my next post will probably be about foreign films and I will send you the link so that you can watch them too (yes, I know watching movies online is wrong but you don’t have to see them if you don’t want to).
I want to leave you with one of the best animated short movies I have seen and it’s totally legal (I think, don’t quote me on that one). It’s approximately 20 minutes long, hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Her Voice

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,-
It shall be, I said, for eternity
'Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love's web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

Oscar Wilde