Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Leave all your Love and your Longing behind.

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No words today - at least not mine.

"Sweet, there is nothing left to say
     But this, that love is never lost,
Keen Winter* stabs the breasts of May
     Whose crimson roses burn her* frost,
          Ships tempest-tossed
Will find harbour in some bay,
          And so we may."

Excerpt from "Her Voice" by Oscar Wilde

-Angela Trentin
-Raphael Vicenzi

Enjoy your day - or what's left  of it depending on where you are in the world.

*slight changes for fitting my mood, meaning and mind.

Monday, April 11, 2011


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Although time is extremely relative, it is comforting at teh same time.
A push.
The big check mark on an overarching to-do list will gain satisfaction - but to what end? In all the aspects of my life, everything thus far experienced, graduating college will be an accomplishment. Despite the social relativity that is a result from the graduation, I do believe I will not feel any different.  As far as my life will extend, my micro checks on a fantasized DARS reports hold no bearing to my internal self-appreciation.  I've always been moving forward and this transition isn't really any different in my mind.  There's no need to trump it up, no comparative semblance necessary. 

I guess to sum : graduating college is over rated.  This may stem from my privileged situation, but I mean it in more of a sense that this is only walking through a doorway and in no way a defining moment in my life.  Something I've discovered for/about/within myself is that I don't measure my accomplishments by things that can be cataloged on paper. Simply because they aren't the hardest aspects of life - at least for me in my personal experiences.  All in all, graduating college was fairly simple. When teh work is set out, doing it isn't.  I don't shy from hard work.

SO, on that note - here is what stands between me and my college degree:
FR 4550:
-1 more three page paper(french)
-one oral exam(french)
-read 11 more chapters(french)

-read 2 more books(french)
-one more 4 page paper(french)
-one oral exam (french)

POLS 5710
-one 6 page paper (english)
-nine more articles (english)
-one final (english)
-one more book (english)

CLCS 4990
-one short response paper one page (english)
-senior thesis paper(english)

HIST 1510
-one more 4 page paper (english)
-one final (english)

Ballet 2310
-one more paper (english)
(and all of the classes of course!)

That in three class weeks and one finals week. INCRED! I do believe that is it for me for the evening.  Or it should be.  xxxxxxxx
Claire Winter Gorton

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Weekends make the difference


SO I'm nearing a possible end here in Utah, and I don't want to leave.  I know this isn't really a surprise - perhaps I will give a little visual explanation.

I've recently become involved with the climbing program at the University, and it has gotten me back in the outdoors on my weekends. I think that's what makes a difference in a location.  What you can do on teh weekends. Dinner out, ballets, dollar theatres, cute neighborhoods - any good city will have these.  But when I can go and repel a massive arch and hike through majesty such as Moab, that's when I know I need to stay.

La Réveillon
     The sky is laced with fitful red,
      The circling mists and shadows flee,
     The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a White Lady from her bed.

     And jagged brazen arrows fall
     Athwart the feathers of the night,
     And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,

     And spreading wide across the wold,
     Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
     And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.
               -Oscar Wilde
La Fuite de la Lune
     To outer senses there is peace
     A dreamy peace on either hand,
     Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

     Save for a cry that echoes shrill
     From some lone bird disconsolate,
     A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.

     And suddenly the moon withdraws
     Her sickle from the lightening skies,
    And her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
          - Oscar Wilde

Keep it up, friends.
Claire Winter