Saturday, September 22, 2007

Icarus

Shall start with this poem. Haha! Its my favourite. Its about sufferings using the painting : Icarus. By Breughel. Go google it! Haha!

Musee des beaux arts (Museum of fine arts)

About suffering they were never wrong
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always will be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forget
That even the deadly martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

W. H. Auden

Interesting right? Haha.. ok maybe you guys are diaoing. Haha! Shan’t bore you with another one. Haha!

Sian la. Cause I’m typing this on Words again. Cant use till night time. Cause have talk to my parents =]] I’m suppose to be doing homework anyway. But hahah! Lazy me =]]

Oh! You know their schools here? Everyone have to use the same school socks, school bags and even the the band you use to tie your hair? Haha! No wonder every students look somewhat the same. And their school bag are so heavy. Worse than Singapore’s k? remember there was this period of time where the press in Singapore took pics of our student’s bags? Which are like so bulky? Here its far worse k? I saw this bag that couldn’t close properly.

Yesterday on the train we saw this group of students putting an empty can between the train door as it closes. So throughout the journey it was like stuck between the doors? Gay can?

Haha! Shall stop here=]]

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