Today it is my turn to get the blog chain rolling with a new topic. My topic is inspired by the million awesome Tumblr blogs that I keep coming across during my internet explorations.
Post pictures, songs, movie clips, poems, or novel excerpts that make you feel. Feel what, you ask? Feel anything. Happy. Sad. Angry. Nostalgic. Hopeful. Hopeless. Jealous. Joyful.
I have read in several different places that YA novelist John Green said of his latest novel, The Fault In Our Stars that he wants to make his readers "Feel All The Things." I would love that someone could go through this blog chain and through what we all choose to post have that same Feel All The Things feeling.
So here's mine:
So here's mine:
Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
by: John Masefield
(I wrote a paper on this poem in high school. After turning a poem inside out so that you can write a five page paper on it you will either love it or hate it when you are done. I loved it.)
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| *(Personal Note: French words are the WORST!) |
Athlete Aimee Mullins
“Born without fibulae in both legs, Aimee’s medical prognosis was discouraging; she was told she would never walk, and would likely spend the rest of her life using a wheelchair. In an attempt for an outside chance at independent mobility, doctors amputated both her legs below the knee on her first birthday. The decision paid off. By age two, she had learned to walk on prosthetic legs, and spent her childhood doing the usual athletic activities of her peers: swimming, biking, softball, soccer, and skiing, always alongside “able-bodies” kids.”
" The man had killed the thing he loved, and so he had to die
Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword
Some kill their love when they are young, and some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold
The kindest use a knife, because the dead so soon grow cold
Some love too little, some too long, some sell, and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears, and some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die
Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword
Some kill their love when they are young, and some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold
The kindest use a knife, because the dead so soon grow cold
Some love too little, some too long, some sell, and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears, and some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die
— from The Ballad of Reading Goal by Oscar Wilde
"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget." — Cormac McCarthy
And that about sums it about for me. Please keep following this blog chain to see what everyone else posts - next up is Cole.
