Just today, someone patted me on the back and i looked back. I saw her.
It's been a while since i have hung out with her. Her name is Literature. We go way back to the days of secondary 1, where i had other company in the form of lively Geography and of course, Mr Drab himself, History. She stood out amongst the others, especially the very traditional Chinese who i don't really understand much about, and the one with the many problems, Mathematics. I love the vivacious and exciting Lit.
Today, i got a visit from her, when i flipped open Gaiman's Endless. His words struck me like a chord. He is, the king of personification. In his book, he speaks of various characters like Delirium, Dream, Death, Desire, and of course, Despair, amongst others. Just browsing through the book, one line lingered on in my mind, one particular line about Despair.
"once hope is past, you see her (despair)"
Gaiman is right. Somehow, for prose, you are allowed to interpret it anyway u want, imagine anything u want, unlike something that is already drawn out for you, or filmed for you. In that, lies the beauty of words.
I bought a book today as well. One of my favourites, old school tragic King, Thomas Hardy. Loved Mayor of Casterbridge, so bought another one of his novels, Two on a Tower.
I like Hardy, cos he is so good at tragedies, so melodramatic , but so good. He is amazing, just weaving the intricate plots.
Somehow, tragedies stay in your heart a little longer than fairy tales. Happy endings are plentiful in novels, however, real heartaches stays and lingers, till u remember them. I enjoy reading tragedies and often or not, i remember them, whether it is in novels, or film. Just like City of Angels, Armageddon and Se7en. I can remember the scene where Meg Ryan died, so clearly in my mind, i can remember the pain in Liv Tyler's face when she realised that Brucey has sacrificed himself, and i cannot ever forget Brad's anguish when he saw Gywennie's head in the box thingy.......
Pure pain.
Somehow, amidst all the reflection on pain and Lit, i think i am on the way in getting my life back on track. I don't know if i want to, but at least i am on the path, not thinking, not feeling, just living my life.
It's been a while since i have hung out with her. Her name is Literature. We go way back to the days of secondary 1, where i had other company in the form of lively Geography and of course, Mr Drab himself, History. She stood out amongst the others, especially the very traditional Chinese who i don't really understand much about, and the one with the many problems, Mathematics. I love the vivacious and exciting Lit.
Today, i got a visit from her, when i flipped open Gaiman's Endless. His words struck me like a chord. He is, the king of personification. In his book, he speaks of various characters like Delirium, Dream, Death, Desire, and of course, Despair, amongst others. Just browsing through the book, one line lingered on in my mind, one particular line about Despair.
"once hope is past, you see her (despair)"
Gaiman is right. Somehow, for prose, you are allowed to interpret it anyway u want, imagine anything u want, unlike something that is already drawn out for you, or filmed for you. In that, lies the beauty of words.
I bought a book today as well. One of my favourites, old school tragic King, Thomas Hardy. Loved Mayor of Casterbridge, so bought another one of his novels, Two on a Tower.
I like Hardy, cos he is so good at tragedies, so melodramatic , but so good. He is amazing, just weaving the intricate plots.
Somehow, tragedies stay in your heart a little longer than fairy tales. Happy endings are plentiful in novels, however, real heartaches stays and lingers, till u remember them. I enjoy reading tragedies and often or not, i remember them, whether it is in novels, or film. Just like City of Angels, Armageddon and Se7en. I can remember the scene where Meg Ryan died, so clearly in my mind, i can remember the pain in Liv Tyler's face when she realised that Brucey has sacrificed himself, and i cannot ever forget Brad's anguish when he saw Gywennie's head in the box thingy.......
Pure pain.
Somehow, amidst all the reflection on pain and Lit, i think i am on the way in getting my life back on track. I don't know if i want to, but at least i am on the path, not thinking, not feeling, just living my life.
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