I Am Vertical
By Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
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Ended up having a slightly less neurotic-insane day than it appeared that I would have this morning, though I got almost no work done and wrote a review of "That Which Survives" which I would call embarrassingly brief had it been about any episode with a modicum of quality, but we're really at the bottom of the third season barrel. My parents decided it made more sense to have dinner at their house than to go out given that they had time constraints at one end and I had time constraints at the other, so we had leftover chicken soup from Rosh Hashanah and the same chicken and potatoes we had, too...not the most exciting meal but it was good, and since I had taken younger son to the orthodontist in the afternoon, where he had to have two brackets glued back on, thus necessitating that he eat soft foods which would have made a restaurant a pain for him anyway.
Before that, however, I had lunch with the wonderful
1. Last person you told to shut up: Younger son, who was singing "Feliz Navidad" at the top of his lungs in the car.
2. Do you drink wine? In very small quantities, and only when it's white and very sweet or red and very woodsy.
3. Ever fly on a plane? Yes.
4. Do you yell at your friends? Very rarely, but I have done so with a couple of them.
5. What have you quit? My very first job, in a travel agency; trying to finish my PhD; and trying to keep my house clean.
1. If you could, would you be a movie star or a rock star? Which one, and why? I have absolutely no desire to be that famous, but if I were going to be successful as an actor or musician, I'd rather be an actor, because I have some minor skill at acting and next to none as a musician.
2. Have you ever been in the media (TV, radio, papers)? Yes.
3. Do you know anyone who's been on a reality TV show? Not unless being on one of those world poker shows counts.
4. Have you ever met anyone famous? Yes.
5. Who would play you in a movie? If Gilda Radner were alive, she'd be my first choice to play me now. I have no idea among young actresses who'd make a good young me. Suggestions welcome. *g*
1. Kai Winn from Deep Space Nine
2. Severus Snape from Harry Potter
3. Madeline from La Femme Nikita
4. Eleanor of Aquitaine from The Lion in Winter
5. The Marquise de Merteuil from Les Liaisons Dangereuses
Evening entertainment was, naturally, "Love and Monsters" and "The Passage", both of which were excellent. I think "The Satan Pit" will be hard to top, and an episode with a bare minimum of Doctor and Rose wasn't going to do it for me, but this one was still great fun and had Moaning Myrtle, too!
Cinnamon, however, cannot help letting that pesky paw creep forward...
...until it is actually petting Rosie, who usually considers this outrageous pesking and chases her off the bed.
Yesterday afternoon, however, Rosie was apparently too tired to care!
And may I just say Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman in Sweeney Todd makes me *thud*. (Can Helena Bonham Carter sing? As well as Patti LuPone?)
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