I love literature!<3

Now, there's a gift I'd like to share: It's a poem by A.E.Housman - Terence, this is stupid stuff...

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad."

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh, many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie god knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land,
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you,
if I may,In the dark and cloudy day.

There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt
- I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.

I found a very good comment to go with the poem. Or rather, a text. I advise you to read it afterwards.^-^

http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/588.html

Lately I've been thinking: is there some kind of problem with most people? they don't seem to be able to think about random questions, life situation, reconsidering etc.

Do you have this problem?

I suppose it might not have been better before. Only reason it seems so is because of a little community of geniuses wrote lots of art(literature, poems, songs). Are the general human falling into a depression? We're writing extremely many depressing books! some of them just to earn money on no idea(have you ever read the story of the writer who can't find an idea for his book, or about the one who won't leave the apartment?).

Just be aware that the "great heroes" are disappearing... Like, when was the last time you read about a hero who saved the world, or the princess or your country? In case you did, the story wasn't new at all, was it?

We're living in such a stressful world(at least I am)/society. Are we loosing or selves, not to mention the "grip"?!

At the times I'm taking a break with a newspaper at the kitchen table, with a view to the sea... I read the article by Jesper Juul(danish psychologist), where he answer questions from helpless mothers and boyfriends in Norway. I don't care about similar articles( they're too dreadful), but even though I don't need the answer, I like having agreed with him.

It seems at people don't see the whole picture. I've managed to open my eyes and see my self from another range. I suppose I've never been narrow. I grew up looking at the sky, saying "mum, what a wonderful red color the sunset has". My dear mother tought me not to stress, to look at the world, the beauty of nature. It gives me a deep pain to see parents dragging their children to a French kindergarden at 6 am, so they'll be able to read, speak and write french before thy start school, even though they might decide to live their whole life in Norway.

I want my child to grow up in a calm, dreamy like world, where time is not a notion.

But is that possible when you can ask any child about alcohol, divorce, "quality time", loan and spa, and they'll give you a most reasonable answer... It can't possibly be healthy. There's been so many times even I've been thinking: -I'm going to collapse, have a breakdown! Thank god, hope it kills me... Is that what you want? Do you want your youths to feel this way? Just keep it in mind, when telling them to get the f* out of the house!O_o

Just take it or leave it. Assume as a matter of basis of moral or backbone.

I've finally uploaded my slideshow. It got a bit unsyncronized, but anyways, here it is^-^



Hope you like it then.