Hello there lovely readers! January’s come to an end and I’ve discovered some new share-worthy things this month. Some of them are kind of random - so be prepared!
I’ve never been into poetry - I like short little texts and poems as well, every now and then - but you won’t find me searching for new poetry online/in the library. I wasn’t very happy when I heard we’d be talking about Wilfred Owen and his poems in my English class but I was surprised as I really enjoyed reading his poems. I especially liked this poem, ‘Disabled’. It’s about a (newly) disabled soldier, coping with his loss & his new life. It’s not a highly metaphorical poem so it won’t be very hard to read it - and if you’re interested, give it a go. The poem gives me the shivers because it’s so easy to put yourself in the soldier’s position, even though I’m not a soldier and I don’t have anything to do with WWI.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
— In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
Now he will never feel again how slim
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,
All of them touch him like some queer disease.
There was an artist silly for his face,
For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Now he is old; his back will never brace;
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry,
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,
And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.
One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg,
After the matches carried shoulder-high.
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg,
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . .
Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years.
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal.
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes,
And do what things the rules consider wise,
And take whatever pity they may dole.
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come
And put him into bed? Why don't they come?
Oana Befort’s January wallpaper
I love everything Oana Befort creates and I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before. She occasionally posts wallpapers - corresponding to the month we’re in. She posted a new wallpaper at the beginning of this month and I absolutely adore it! I hope she’ll post a new one for February and if she doesn’t, I’ll use last year’s.
Okay, I wanted to include my new laptop in this post but I think it’d be too much since I mentioned it quite often already. That’s why I’m mentioning Photo Booth - a program on my new laptop. I took my laptop to my grandparents and put the laptop in front of them with the Photo Booth app opened. I put on some crazy effects like the alien and squirrel one (don’t know the official names - but you know what I mean!) and my grandparents found it so funny - they made funny faces and I filmed this with the app - they didn’t know that, so I now have some hilarious footage which I’ll own forever. <3
Lush Lemony Flutter
I blogged about this new product, but when I wrote the article I didn’t own the product for long. Yes, I used it constantly - but I didn’t know if this’d go on since I often have this (intensely liking something for 6 days, to then never think about it again) - but I found out this isn’t the case with the Lemony Flutter. I still use it 3 times a day and my cuticles are still soft! If you’d like to read my opinion on the product, make sure to check this page out.
I saw the Foo Fighters perform live at Pinkpop in 2011 and they’re coming back this year - after having their album released a few months ago. I don’t know if I’ll be able to score tickets again - but I’m planning to and it’d be great to see them perform live again. I visited Pinkpop 2011 with my dad and it was an amazing experience - it was my first festival ever, and I had a very special day with my dad. I’d like to see the Foos with my dad for a second time because we both love them very much and I’d like to re-live that special experience. I hadn’t listened to the new album thoroughly but I want to know all the lyrics (isn’t that what makes a performance awesome? Being able to sing along?!) in case I get tickets. Oh, and because the Foo Fighters are awesome. If you haven’t listened to the new album yet (Sonic Highways), make sure to give ‘Something From Nothing’ a listen. It’s such an amazing song - it starts so calmly but it explodes into something bigger.
I loved writing this article! I never wrote something like this before (I believe?!) and I think it’ll be so much fun to re-read this article in a few years. Anyway - I hope you liked my likes. Did you enjoy reading the poem, did you check out Oana Befort? Let me know in the comments down below! Much love, Sjoukje