Rimbaud's Vowels

A Black, E white, I red, U green, O blue : vowels,
I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins :
A, black velvety corset of brilliant flies
Which buzz around cruel smells,

Gulfs of dark shadow ; E, whiteness of vapours and of tents,
Lances of insolent glaciers, white kings, shivers of cow-parsley ;
I, crimsons, blood expectorated, smile of lovely lips
In wrath or in the raptures of penitence;

U, waves, divine shudderings of viridian seas,
The peace of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of the furrows
Which alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads ;

O, sublime Trumpet full of strangely strident brass,
Silences crossed by Worlds and by Angels :
O stands for Omega, Her Eyes' deep violet glow!

Tour to Oslo

Okey, so I've been to Oslo to visit my old folks what more can I say? Well I may start to say that during my stay here in the big city I got the chance to meet up with some friends of mine from the olden days, and I must say it felt real good. I even got a chance to experience the comfy environments on the university campus, they got beer there as well as a huge stock of books, go figure. In this May month the days just fly, the most importent things should be exams and worry about how to get money to buy food during the so called non exicting month June and July (non exciting here meaning that students are not supposed to exict during these months). But since the weather is so nice, the beer taste so good and the girls are just all over the place, I believe that give me plenty of things to think about, such as maying...



Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing, fa la,
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa la.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, fa la,
And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la.
Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la.
Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
Shall we play at barley-break? Fa la.

Thomas Morley

Today am I done

Today I finished my paper on Shakespeare and the gloomy paintings by Henry Fuseli. So I am content, I feel that I have gained new knowledge. I therefor post an engraving from the illustrated edition of Das Narrenschiff, or The Ship of Fools, by Sebastian Brant.

Of Useless Books

Tomorrow is exam day

To day the nerves are like those of a soldier springin into battle, tomorrow my mind is set on beer.

Far I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'

Comrade, if to turn and fly
Made a soldier never die,
Fly I would, for who would not?
'Tis sure no pleasure to be shot.

But since the man that runs away
Lives to die another day,
And cowards' funerals, when they come,
Are not wept so well at home,

Therefore, though the best is bad,
Stand and do the best, my lad;
Stand and fight and see your slain,
And take the bullet in your brain. 

A.E. Housman