Scenic Route

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Citrus flesh (fresh?) on a cloudy day


My world is full of tired and rain.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Driving with Aaron

city

lights

streaking through
what?
you suck at stories. Hobbes was a philosopher, he was also the imaginary friend of Calvin.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The River Spirit

The river was so blue because the sky was clear. I didn't know what to do, so I mouthed 'olive juice and elephant shoes'. Then I stood on the pedals of my bike and struck out faster to promptly leave the river's edge, like a fifteen year old girl who runs away after twice confessing her love to a bewildered, windswept boy.

She has a pasty face and a begrudging smile.

Sometimes I wonder about the fuchsia flowers on my neighbor's tree. They remind me of my grandma Mary. The pungent perfume makes my stomach turn over; I tend to purse my lips in repugnance when I pass by them. I see her tablecloths, clothes, and bedsheets in those flowers. I hear her laughter and the rough edge of her buttery voice in the smell.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

How would you describe that colour?

The navigation bar is blank, I don't know where I'm going. Heroism reeks from iridescent beads and metal charms wrapped around my wrist. Quiet light reflects on the charms: quiet screams follow quiet courage. Someone's watching me from the kitchen. He has two shadows and an air of refinement. The window's blank but the leaves are bright. There's something solemn in the dullness of the dimming light. What do you do when the music stops? Nobody's dead except for the last note of the song. Did that chord remind you of someone? Now that it's gone do you feel nostalgic for its piercing note again? Do you wish you could rerecord your relationship with her?

He struggles for my attention. I stroke his face in the dulling light. He hides his head in my jacket and I feel him sigh into my side.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Simply put,

I love you when you're emo, I love you when you're angst. I love every mole on your body and on the days you feel the worst. I'm overwhelmed with joy when you smile and even more so when you laugh. I almost can't bare how much I love you but I'm satisfied; I know it'll last.

I loved you yesterday when you swore unnecessarily. You won't believe how I admired your unconscious habits. Today I saw you act in charity and I loved you all the more. Sometimes you make bad choices, and I sympathize. I know tomorrow you'll apologize, because you're honest and care about how you affect others. I can't communicate how much I love you except in petty prose.

Frankly love, you're dear to me. I love you for who you are today, tomorrow and forevermore.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Broken pine needles make your hands sticky.

Through them she established a legacy;
how humbling it is to see immortality in its infancy.

Summer Goals

- Learn preliminary French grammar, pronunciation and comprehensive sentences.
- Relearn piano key scheme
... create a simple composition
- read sixteen literary novels
- read all my mom's comics
- paint at least three landscapes
... work on LotR painting for mom
... complete Brendan's pin-up
- create some small sculpture (perhaps anatomy studies?)
- sketch at every available opportunity
- visit the river once a week
- walk Duchess twice a week
- work myself stupid at the mall
- hang out with you as much as humanly possible

So far;
Novels read: ½
Comics read: 7 (I've barely scraped the surface of her collection)
Drawings/paintings completed: 0

I'm working on establishing a hang-out quota, but I won't keep precise track of it. Basically it's as long as I get to see you as much as we'd both like. It's funny having your heart linger in two places at once. Even if I end up living in the Greater Toronto Area after these four years of schooling are over, I hope we stay friends forever. Seriously... your friendship means that much to me.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Exert from Northanger Abbey

He talked with fluency and spirit -- and there was an archness and pleasantry in his manner which interested, though it was hardly understood by her. After chatting some time on such matters as naturally arose from the objects around them, he suddenly addressed her with - 'I have hitherto been very remiss, madam, in the proper attentions of a partner here; I have not yet asked you how long you have been in Bath; whether you were ever here before; whether you have been at the Upper Rooms, the theatre, and the concert; and how you like the place altogether. I have been very negligent - but are you now at leisure to satisfy me in these particulars? If you are I will begin directly.'
'You need not give yourself that trouble, sir.'
'No trouble, I assure you madam.' Then forming his features into a set smile, and affectedly softening his voice, he added with a simpering air, 'Have you been long in Bath, madam?'
'About a week, sir,' replied Catherine, trying not to laugh.
'Really!' with affected astonishment.
'Why should you be surprised, sir?'
'Why indeed?' said he, in his natural tone - 'but some emotion must appear to be raised by your reply, and surprise is more easily assumed, and not less reasonable than any other. - Now let us go on. Were you never here before, madam?'
'Never, sir.'
'Indeed! Have you yet honored the Upper Rooms?'
'Yes, sir, I was there last Monday.'
'Have you been to the theatre?'
'Yes, sir, I was at the play on Tuesday.'
'To the concerts?'
'Yes, sir on Wednesday.'
'And are you altogether pleased with Bath?'
'Yes - I like it very well.'
'Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again.'
Catherine turned away her head, not knowing whether she might venture a laugh.
'I see what you think of me,' said he gravely - 'I shall make but a poor figure in your journal to-morrow.'
'My journal!'
'Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings - plain black shoes - appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense.'
'Indeed I shall say no such thing.'
'Shall I tell you what you ought to say?'
'If you please.'
'I danced with a very agreeable young man, introduced by Mr King; had a great deal of conversation with him - seems a most extraordinary genius - hope I may know more of him. That, madam, is what I wish you to say.'
'But, perhaps, I keep no journal.'
'Perhaps you are not sitting in this room, and I am not sitting by you. These are points in which a doubt is equally possible. Not keep a journal! How are your dear cousins to understand the tenor of your life in Bath without one? How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal? How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal? - My dear madam, I am not so ignorant of young ladies' ways as you wish to believe me; it is this delightful habit of journalising which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated. Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assisted by the practice of keeping a journal.'
Oh, Jane Austen, you illustrate a character that has stolen my heart away before even reaching page sixteen. Where shall I find a man such as this? I will scour the globe for his precious and delectable mind that may fascinate me unto my grave.