Sunday, March 8, 2009
Diarrhea
Well, diarrhea's keeping me up tonight. The feeling's horrible you know. Yeah. But it's tolerable. Guess that's what makes it ok. Hmmm... Well, I guess that's what makes life ok too. It tolerable you know? What makes life great is when it doesn't need to be tolerated. But for now... Life kinda sucks... Yeah.
Well, since it's just me and my thoughts right now I guess I'll just crap. To who? Well I don't know... The computer and whoever's reading this I guess. Not that many people would read my blog anyways. Haha.
Well, I was just thinking. I'm left handed right? And like psychologists say that left handers tend to be more creative. Cos we use our right brain more and well... the right brain is where our well of creativity bursts forth i guess. Haha. It sounds so silly. But yeah.
Just thinking. I am not musically inclined. I think the people who know me would know that for a fact. Claire does NOT equal music. Yeah. I've even come to terms with it myself. When it comes to rhythm and well, pitches, it doesn't feel natural to me. I'll always have the tendency to adjust the music just a little. Well okay maybe it's more than a little. But I do it to fit my feelings. That's all. If it doesn't, well, it kinda feels foreign to my body. And er... I feel detached from it.
So does that mean I'm not an 'artsy' person? Hmm... well, I don't think so. I've always longed to express myself through music. Not in dance, not through visual art, but the sweet and passionate ballet of music. Well, I'm pretty sure Ai and Felicia would have a great great laugh when they read this but yeah. That's me I guess. But I've realized that music can not only be found in the presence of sounds at different pitches, rhythms and emphasis all put together... with a tinge of emotion. It can be found in the silence. It can be found in words. To me... words just sing their way off the page if penned beautifully. If not, they're just noise.
My point is... words sing in the silence.
And just like how music can somehow stretch out its hand and touch the deepest part of the human soul, I believe that words can do that too. Just like how the highest class of music is classical, and the highest form of music only takes shape when hearts are touched, the highest class of singing is poetry and its greatest form present when the reader's heart sings along with it. Only when the heart sings in the silence, is it called music.
Posted by Claire at 11:53 PM
Would you remember me when I'm gone?
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold my hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
-Christina Rossetti, "Remember"
Please... Remember me after I've gone away...
Posted by Claire at 4:28 PM