Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Mix tapes, Keats, and Valentines

The mixture of the stated above can be a glorious outcome, or a disaster. They can be suffocating or intoxicating. They can come from friends or loves.

Mix tapes:
I really wish I had a box where I had kept all my mix tapes/cd's so I could have presented them to my teenage spawn someday for a good laugh.

Keats: First fell in love with him in college. Then again after watching "Bright Star". Then again yesterday while reading the book "Bright Star; Love letters and Poems to Fanny Brawne"

Today I'm working on some excellent Etsy Valentines involving these:

Update coming soon.

This week I received the most amazing package from my bestie. She lives in Illinois and makes the most amazing efforts by mailing me the most thoughtful gifts.

Some favorites include;
a single envelope containing the DVD "Girls Just Want to have Fun". (She rushed to the store and then to the P.O after hearing I had yet to watch the movie)
a giant box with a very nice sewing machine
a mix cd book, made out of construction paper, binding made of ribbon. One disc titled: "Shady Ladies Shake their Bootays to this"
a giant box with home made pajamas and vampire books

Yesterdays package included the "Bright Star" book of Keats love letters and poems to Fanny. I haven't read all the poems and letters yet. Since we are coming upon Valentines day, I will leave you with my favorite so far:

"13 October, 1819

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else - The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life - My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love - You note came in just here - I cannot be happier away from you - 'T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more - the pain would be too great - My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever
John Keats"

Some days I find this intoxicating, others I find it suffocating. I am a woman, so I do suppose this is normal.

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