Things that have made me happy today

making this playlist (compiled from my latest likes on pandora) (it's exactly 2 hours of music)

this photograph from my history of photography class:

knowing that 5/6 of my professors know my name

finding things to include on my Christmas list (including cotton candy perfume, lilac lip stain, and the Film Is Not Dead book by my favorite portrait photographer

Filmography

I love film.

Watch this film directed by Andrew Gallo. It is lovely and the words are perhaps lovelier.

Poetry Review

Yesterday I got a paper back in my poetry class. It was a poetry book review of Dallas Clayton's "The Greatest Writer Alive". My professor wrote on the paper, "So what makes this poetry as opposed to prose that has line breaks?"

I'll tell you how. You read his writing, and you say, "Oh, how poetic and thoughtful. I like this poem."

That's how. And that's also how you get 75% on your poetry book review.

Also, last night I had a dream that I was taking a two-week break from Pinterest. Because it was required for my poetry class, or something like that. I woke up and thought, "Phew. It was just a dream."

Just kidding. I didn't think that. Because Pinterest is the devil. And I don't really like it very much. And I have 1,755  pins to prove it. [Before you judge me, just go drool over this.]

Can we never mention Pinterest ever again on this blog? 

Page Strewn

I have a new poetry blog. Note that my photography blog has been replaced over by all my blog buttons. Maybe someday I'll use that, again. But as for now, I'll continue onward in the posting of photographs and perhaps poetry on this blog,

But now I'll have a page that is dedicated solely to the use of my page strewn brain of poetry.

Feel free to follow.
Feel free to not read it.

Either way, it's there.

Time Travel

I've been scrolling through Dallas Clayton's blog for a while, just reading his brain. I have found plenty of posts that I thought were quite relevant and clever, but this is one of the swellest things to think about. Partially because I frequently think about bringing people to the future.

But look through his website for a while. It makes me want to write a children's book. Like I've always thought could be fun.

Postcards

I was as ornery as a goose last night. And stressed. And stuff.

Then I listened to Pandora. Beirut's station.

The songs were nice, but my poultry-like orneriness was still there. And my stress. And stuff.

Then this familiar song came on,

And for some moments, I was content. Complacent. Relaxed.


Then I was reminded of this nice little piece of visual and melodious poetry.


A sidenote: The instrumental parts, especially in the last chunk of the song, are purely excellent and heart-squelching.