Lauren. 23. On the fence about just about everything.
Just found out from my mom that my brother and his friend at school bet their achievement certificates against each other’s, so now he’s the owner of her Academic Decathlon event award and she’s working toward winning his rejection letter from Cal State Northridge.
I want somebody to play this game with with me and if I win one of your awards I promise to frame it and display it on my wall.
For Christmas part of my brothers’ presents was that I gave them each a black leather journal and told them I would engrave whatever they wanted on the front. Whatever they wanted.
One of them finally came to a decision today and he requested “Nicolas Cage’s face, preferably with his mouth open.”
*uncomfortably google image searches “Nicolas Cage open mouth”*
My Brother: Most rule 34 applicable character, adventure time wise. Definitely.
Me: Marceline? Yeah.
My Brother: No Finn. I mean Fiona! …Oh yeah and I guess Marceline too.
Me: With the lesbians, yeah. Marceline and-
My Brother: Marceline and Bubblegum.
Me: Yep. They have a ship name even.
My Brother: …Bubbline?
Me: Yes! *high fives and general enthusiasm*
My Brother: I knew it!
My Brother: …Because Bubbline sounds better than Marcel Gum.
I sent my grandpa a poem in the mail and he sent me this one back:
I did the dragon’s will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.
- William Butler Yeats
The note with it says “What does ‘the dragon’ in line 1 stand for? And the ‘strange bird’ in the last line?
My first impression is that the dragon stands for predetermination / being ruled by your fate, where the bird stands for freedom (it’s an evolution of the dragon; maybe the ‘miraculous strange bird’ is what a dragon looks like to you when you are separate from it, not beholden to it or ruled by it… that’s all I’ve got so far).
Help me out tumblr! I’d love to hear any impressions you have at all; I love my grandpa and I’ll end up with something to write back to him regardless, but I’m grateful that I have him and that he’ll share poems like this with me, and I really liked it, so I wanted to share it with you guys.
What do you think about while reading this?