arm arm係度睇個curriculum, 唸下下年揀mud科, year2 ge course 真係揀唔落手...

淨係睇中pedagogical grammar,

其他都係lit -- 弱項...

仲要有好多free electives -- 一個都不想讀...

揀sai  departmental electives的話, 真係讀到噴血, 因為全部都係lit... 仲會好多credits都擠在second sem, 寫essays會寫死... core下學期要讀language of poetry同literary translation... 應該會好深, 所以下學期讀太多lap雜野, 唔係gam好...

如果多D Linguistics同Translation的course就好啦!

苦惱中...

決定左聽日去圖書館做THEORY EXERCISES, 要將勤補拙!!

對了, 我係好蠢的...

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尋日睇左篇文章, 林沛理寫的, 關於MJ, 裡面引左首詩, TS Eliot作.

之後, 上網search, 寫人生空虛, 很喜歡 -- beguilingly ferocious language! 不過有D為無係好明. 去圖書館借左guide, 聽日要搞dim埋!!

The Hollow Men
Eliot, Thomas Stearns (1888-1965)



            MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD.
                A penny for the Old Guy

                                  I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw.  Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

                                  II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

                                  III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

                                  IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

                                  V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Ome sent me this video. That's a lot of fun intertwined with a very profound view on death!! Enjoy yourself!

^_^