i came home today and signed into fb. like i do almost every day, for some years now. and for last half of year some wicked fb statistic settings or whatever they are, really are trying to make me mad. they're popping up on the top of the hot news list his profile picture and every damn thing he did. as if i cared! as if i cared how he comments all the stupid pictures and statuses with his goofy dumb comments, as if i cared how he studies his damn anatomy or whatever, as if i cared that he's going skiing tomorrow (yes, as i wanted to do, but i'm so not gonna be at the same ski resort as he!), as if i cared how he's gonna spend new year with two of her ohhh sooo good girlfriends and as if i cared how he phoned to her and she didn't pick up the phone and as if i cared anything! anything about him, you damned men asshole, can't you just simply get out of my life and never come back again, because i really don't want to know any of the things, listed above, and i so don't care or i just wish i wouldn't care but i still do so damn much! how dare you comment my status after all you did to me at all!? or after all the things you didn't do. oh yes, i know, it's so easy to be a jack and make all that sweet promises, but then - just disappear, without making any of them true, without telling me only one reason, without anything! how dare you, and how dare that stupid facebook show me all your sweet comments with all those girls as they bring back so many memories of the times, when you were commenting my statuses like this and when everything seemed to be so nice and perfect!? you liar, how much of those nice words was true, do i really want to know that, what do you think!? yes, be cool and have a girl who loves you, have her for some evenings, have her to release all your perverse men fantasies, have her to try how can you manipulate with someone, have her to see how someone blindly adores you while you're laughing how stupid she is to believe all those made up things, yes, just do! oh, how much do i want to repeat all those things again, yes, but with turned roles. that time you'd be the one who'd believe and i would be the one, who'd exploit you and then just leave you alone, longing for more of me. oh, how badly i want to do that, to make you feel everything i do, to make you go through all those days i went, to spend all those nights without sleeping, suffer, oh yes, suffer! i'm not that kind of person to wish anything bad to anybody, but he - i'm really sorry, but he's a different story. noone has ever done anything like that to me. made me to feel so close and beloved and then pretend like anything had ever happened, like i'm nothing, like there never was anything. oh, you men! how can you be like that? haven't you any conscience? haven't you any pride at all?
i guess not.
Monday, 27 December 2010
Thursday, 23 December 2010
happy end :)
my dad just called me that he got a phone call form train station - they found my wallet! yay! :) :) :)
aaa, i lost my wallet :(
last night was absolutely F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C!! i haven't have such great time really long, you really can't find better girlfriends then they are! we danced all night, had fun, the music was the best possible - everything was perfect, in a summary.
there was just one thing that made my yesterday not-so-perfect day. i lost my wallet. better said, i forgot it on the train when i driving home from the practice. dammit! i've got everything in there, from my id card, bank card, student card, library cards, health insurance cards ... - now i have nothing! i went to the train station today and asked if they've found any lost wallets, but there're none, the guy just gave me their telefon number to call them later, if they maybe find it. eeee, how i hate myself, can't i put wallet into the bag instead on the seat!?
there was just one thing that made my yesterday not-so-perfect day. i lost my wallet. better said, i forgot it on the train when i driving home from the practice. dammit! i've got everything in there, from my id card, bank card, student card, library cards, health insurance cards ... - now i have nothing! i went to the train station today and asked if they've found any lost wallets, but there're none, the guy just gave me their telefon number to call them later, if they maybe find it. eeee, how i hate myself, can't i put wallet into the bag instead on the seat!?
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
christmas cards :)
Well, the Princes Charming list didn't made my dream last night, what a shame :( but i was sleeping so nice and deeply until 12 that i started to think if it had any psychological effect on me ;)
today i finally made all the christmas cards for friends. they're quite small, blue, with houses with yellow windows on them. and it's snowing, of course. they're really beautiful, at least i think so, and i don't want just to compliment myself. on the back there's written a short song about winter i wrote by myself and under it, there i wrote some personal message for everybody. short, but it's personally, which i really like. opposite of that buyed christmas cards (and then you got three exactly same looking) in which people write "happy new year". or it's maybe allready written in it and you just put your signature down. oh, how i hate those cards, there's so nothing personal about them and people send them just because it's christmas and they feel that they have to send something. i don't say it's not nice that they remembered me and send me one, but - please, can't you write something down yourself? i don't claim for shakespeare's sonnets, for gods sake, it's only few words you write to somebody who means something to you. it shouldn't be so difficult to take few minutes for them once in a year, huh?
well, i finished them all today. i'll sent them to my ex-schoolmates, some friends i haven't seen for quite a long time, and to three professors from my secondary school that were, no doubt, relly the best the one can get and with whom we became good friends. one of them is my sports teacher, who always called me with a nickname he made up for myself. i was the only girl in his sports class who trained something, and i'll never forget how he came to me every time we'd got sports and chat with me about it; he always asked me how did the match go that weekend, how much did i scored, how did we play, and then he gave me numerous advice how to play and be the best. i think he really belived in me, even more then i did/do. and he was always fooling around and making fun out of us. he once tell me this: "being a sports teacher for girls is like sci-fi." he wasn't that wrong, though. the other two professors i wrote to were my language teachers. i loved that suject and always wrote some poems and was really great, especially in essay writing, and we made at some projects together and so on ... they're both really great women, i miss them both, or better said, i miss them all, all free of them.
i also wrote one card to him. i was in quite a dilemma if do so or not, but then i said to myself - if you write to some ex-schoolmate you haven't seen from the end of the school and was only your schoolmate and nothing more, no specially good friend or something, but just someone you spend nice grammarschool times with, why woudn't you write to a guy, that was a bit more then just a friend to you once (and still is, to be sincere), and whit whom you spend some of them most beautiful time of your life that you'll never forget? so i did it. and i wrote down, below the text, a p.s.: "if you get bored, they've got really good caco there in the city centre :)". i like that version of invitation the most of all, also better then the "chat-plan". so i'm taking the cards to the post tomorrow. yay! :)
tonight i'm going out, i just can't wait! i arranged with some of my basketball co-players. that's gonna be really awesome end of 2010 "living in the capital". today i went to the practice too, finally after quite a long time. i've got lectures almost every day in the evening, so i can't go, but today i had time. it was great to have ball in my hands again, and the practice was really great. we didn't do any practice, we just played five on five. with a trainer, so there was 10 of us. i still don't know if i like him or not, sometimes he seems cool guy, but other time i really want to push his head into the toilet and hold it in it while kicking his ass really, really much. that would be the most splendid and unforgetable moment of my life. when he just became a trainer, that was five years ago, he was really great one, we were also good friends and we talked and all. but now, through years, he became really high. he doesn't even chat with us anymore and he acts like he's so much more and so much better, because he's our -
oh, i just got a call, i got to go. let's party!!! :) :) :)
today i finally made all the christmas cards for friends. they're quite small, blue, with houses with yellow windows on them. and it's snowing, of course. they're really beautiful, at least i think so, and i don't want just to compliment myself. on the back there's written a short song about winter i wrote by myself and under it, there i wrote some personal message for everybody. short, but it's personally, which i really like. opposite of that buyed christmas cards (and then you got three exactly same looking) in which people write "happy new year". or it's maybe allready written in it and you just put your signature down. oh, how i hate those cards, there's so nothing personal about them and people send them just because it's christmas and they feel that they have to send something. i don't say it's not nice that they remembered me and send me one, but - please, can't you write something down yourself? i don't claim for shakespeare's sonnets, for gods sake, it's only few words you write to somebody who means something to you. it shouldn't be so difficult to take few minutes for them once in a year, huh?
well, i finished them all today. i'll sent them to my ex-schoolmates, some friends i haven't seen for quite a long time, and to three professors from my secondary school that were, no doubt, relly the best the one can get and with whom we became good friends. one of them is my sports teacher, who always called me with a nickname he made up for myself. i was the only girl in his sports class who trained something, and i'll never forget how he came to me every time we'd got sports and chat with me about it; he always asked me how did the match go that weekend, how much did i scored, how did we play, and then he gave me numerous advice how to play and be the best. i think he really belived in me, even more then i did/do. and he was always fooling around and making fun out of us. he once tell me this: "being a sports teacher for girls is like sci-fi." he wasn't that wrong, though. the other two professors i wrote to were my language teachers. i loved that suject and always wrote some poems and was really great, especially in essay writing, and we made at some projects together and so on ... they're both really great women, i miss them both, or better said, i miss them all, all free of them.
i also wrote one card to him. i was in quite a dilemma if do so or not, but then i said to myself - if you write to some ex-schoolmate you haven't seen from the end of the school and was only your schoolmate and nothing more, no specially good friend or something, but just someone you spend nice grammarschool times with, why woudn't you write to a guy, that was a bit more then just a friend to you once (and still is, to be sincere), and whit whom you spend some of them most beautiful time of your life that you'll never forget? so i did it. and i wrote down, below the text, a p.s.: "if you get bored, they've got really good caco there in the city centre :)". i like that version of invitation the most of all, also better then the "chat-plan". so i'm taking the cards to the post tomorrow. yay! :)
tonight i'm going out, i just can't wait! i arranged with some of my basketball co-players. that's gonna be really awesome end of 2010 "living in the capital". today i went to the practice too, finally after quite a long time. i've got lectures almost every day in the evening, so i can't go, but today i had time. it was great to have ball in my hands again, and the practice was really great. we didn't do any practice, we just played five on five. with a trainer, so there was 10 of us. i still don't know if i like him or not, sometimes he seems cool guy, but other time i really want to push his head into the toilet and hold it in it while kicking his ass really, really much. that would be the most splendid and unforgetable moment of my life. when he just became a trainer, that was five years ago, he was really great one, we were also good friends and we talked and all. but now, through years, he became really high. he doesn't even chat with us anymore and he acts like he's so much more and so much better, because he's our -
oh, i just got a call, i got to go. let's party!!! :) :) :)
The list of the hottest princes Charming or trying to make some potential for sweet dreams.
well, i'm back. thank god for that genious, that invented the microvawe. our perfect electirc hot plate would probably warm my milk nothing sooner then at 7 in the morning.
i decided to make myself a list of partners which wouldn't be really unwelcome in my dreams. or in reality, i also wouldn't mind that at all.
well, the list of hottest princes charming (not necessary in that order):
#1: Gabriel Macht; with a hat, if possible
(more time i spent looking at that picture, more i'm thinking about the huge similarity with my ex-sports teacher. is there anything i should know!?)
#2: Ashton Kutcher
#3: Rupert Grint
#4: my ex-movie-workshop-leader; dark brown eyes, smile that makes you unable to breath, the right "amount" of muscles, good looking, fun ... mmm :)
#5: Colin Firth
#6: Johnny Depp
#7: Walker Howard
#8: Matthew McConazghey in his best years
#9: Bradley Cooper
#10: Ben Affleck
#11: Tony Parker
#12: Gerard Butler
#13: Boštjan Nachbar, basketball player
Let's try if it's gonna work.
Sweet dreams, I'm ready!
i decided to make myself a list of partners which wouldn't be really unwelcome in my dreams. or in reality, i also wouldn't mind that at all.
well, the list of hottest princes charming (not necessary in that order):
#1: Gabriel Macht; with a hat, if possible
#2: Ashton Kutcher
#3: Rupert Grint
#4: my ex-movie-workshop-leader; dark brown eyes, smile that makes you unable to breath, the right "amount" of muscles, good looking, fun ... mmm :)
#5: Colin Firth
#6: Johnny Depp
#7: Walker Howard
#8: Matthew McConazghey in his best years
#9: Bradley Cooper
#10: Ben Affleck
#11: Tony Parker
#12: Gerard Butler
#13: Boštjan Nachbar, basketball player
Let's try if it's gonna work.
Sweet dreams, I'm ready!
A facebook freak. And it's not really my fault.
It's past 11 p.m. again, and i can't sleep. again. luckily my german professor can't see me, because i wrote that i go to sleep at 11 pm every day in the test ;)
basically, i'm watching clips on youtube and checking facebook chat list every fie and a half seconds. i made a decision today, in the morning. or maybe yesterday after the movie, it doesn't really matter at all. i'm gonna invite him for a coffee. or lunch. or something. we're not stuck into the romantic movement anymore, right? and it's completely usual for a girl to ask a boy out. not for a date, of course. i'm over that stuff, with him, of course. at least i wish i was so completely over him, but nevermind. i cleared my mind. he's just a friend. how do you act around friends? you call them and ask them out. or send them a message. but i can't do that with him because last time (when i went home with him and i contacted him about it) his phone broke down and he couldn't write masages. so if i send him a message he'd maybe not be able to answer me. not with message. so he'd have to call me. which i'm not really enthusiastic about, because i'm no huge fan of phone calls. especially not with him, i mean, i don't know what to say. "erm, hey, you, yes, i just sent you a message. i just thought that if - it's december and the holidays are comming and that stuff so mostly people don't have to study so much and don't have exams and so on - well, if you don't have the ones too and if you maybe have some spare time and if you want, of course, because i really don't want to bug you or something if you don't feel like doing it, what i could completely understand, of course, but, if, as i said, you maybe have no other plans or something i though we could meet for a coffee or something, i just call it coffee but it can be anything, a cacao, hot chocolate, juice, whatever you'd want, or maybe for a lunch if you aren't too busy or arranged with someone already, so - yes, what do you think?" he'd probably think i'm really nuts (first step) and then ask me "hey, sorry, i don't really know what you mean -" (second step) and then i'll say something even more stupid (if that's even possible) like "i just wanted to asky you if you'd like to see me for some drink or lunch or something", which would, probably, sound like i want to get him there for a date and i'm so desperate about seeing him again (step three). and then he'll say "yes, of couorse, when?" or apologise politely that he "doest't really have time at the moment because he's got so much to study and is also going home sooner that week, but we can meet some other time", which would, of course, never come. i can't really decide which version is worse. because if he'd said "yes", i'd probably have killed myself rather than comming there after the speech i had on the phone. and if he'd said "no", i'd have been all depressed again, imagining what does he think about me (and my perfect phone call probably didn't make that opinion any better at all). noo, message is really not the best way. and so is nost the phone call. so what is left? i could send him an email, but that's a bit too formal. i mean, it's just like sending him a letter just to invite him to go out, isn't it? he'd probably take the invitation really seriously at all. you know, people usually don't mail each other about having an ordinary coffee, more likely about the meetings and so on. so, email, crossed. what's left? chat. so i'm waiting for him to show up in the chat menu, but he just doesn't want to. he also didn't in the morning, but he usually is on facebook on tuesday mornings. not as if i checked it regularly or spy on him or anything at all (yeah right), i just notice it because i'm usually logged in on tuesday mornings too. and i just can't help but notice him, right? so' he wasn't there. and he also isn't now, neither he was sooner in the evening (but he usually is!). if i don't cound that minute. but i cant click him in the second he log in, he'd think i was waiting for him. which i actually would be, but he doesn't really need to know that. it'd seem as i'm really so damn much desperate about seeing him, which i can't really say is not true, but - he doesn't really need to know that too. it's over, or at least it's over for him. i mean, probably. sure. he's the one who never called me again after comming back home from the camping. who never wanted to chat again (except that two times, which was quite formal). who didn't even wish me happy birthday when i had one (he told me he was going to malta, but anyway, if he wanted, he could do it. he didn't go to neanderthals, for god's sake, they have internet and computers and all, and he's got mobile phone and if he could send me messages from austria when he was skiing and we were just classmates who had spoken nothing more than ten meningfull sentences (i'm sure) in four years of sitting in the same class seven hours a day and i didn't even asked him to do it, i just wanted the phone number of some other classmate with whom i danced at the prom. but he just kept sending messages! i don't guarantee he wasn't a little bit drunk because it was really not like him, but anyway. let's get drunk on malta too and remember to wish me happy birthday, you jerk! -.-), who couldn't come for a coffee with me because he was going to the capital (allright, i'm beeing a bit unjust now, he probably was going. i can't just say he was lying and making some excuse. but he also didn't express any wish of having one.), who just left the chat after saying "brb" when i was just kindly asking him how he likes the first study days (it could be facebook striking again, it wouldn't be first time and maybe i was seen as logged off too, but, anyway - that's not the way!), who didn't even say a word when we met at some party (but just starred at his toes and mumble "hi" silently, i hope he felt really really really bad after being so damn nice with me, mr. perfect!!), ... oh, damn damn damn it so much, everything seemed so pefect, but then just - nothing! over! if we oly had an argument, if we olny talked about it, if he only ever told me what was going on and what happened - it would be so much easier! i'd say to myself "okay, let's face it:he hates you/he met some other girl/he didn't ever loved you at all and was just acting everything/he's afraid because everything was going on so fast/ or ANYTHING!". but now, i'm chewing all those possibilities over and over again in my head, plus that little bit of hope that he's just being shy and unsure and doesn't know how to act, like i am, and we'll met again and realise that we're each others love of his/her life and live happily ever after. of course that's gonna happen, it's more likely i, who doesn't like football at all, win the football world cup, than this to happen. i really must stop watching romantic movies and read love stories with happy ending. but i was raised up listening to snow white, cinderella, sleeping beauty - they all lived happily ever after - so i think the harm's allready done. i woudn't need to stop doing that stuff, good.
but he still havn't showed up. you jerk. i'm starting to think that the gods don't want us to meet, or i don't really know what. weird.
and now? oh, i'm really not going to the bed, because i really don't want any wicked romantic dreams with me or him or both of us starring in it. no, thanks. i'll rather make myself a cup of cacao (i think i'm becoming facebook and cacao obssessed, how nice) and find an idea what to write about. i've still got 62% of the battery and all timein the world. almost.
basically, i'm watching clips on youtube and checking facebook chat list every fie and a half seconds. i made a decision today, in the morning. or maybe yesterday after the movie, it doesn't really matter at all. i'm gonna invite him for a coffee. or lunch. or something. we're not stuck into the romantic movement anymore, right? and it's completely usual for a girl to ask a boy out. not for a date, of course. i'm over that stuff, with him, of course. at least i wish i was so completely over him, but nevermind. i cleared my mind. he's just a friend. how do you act around friends? you call them and ask them out. or send them a message. but i can't do that with him because last time (when i went home with him and i contacted him about it) his phone broke down and he couldn't write masages. so if i send him a message he'd maybe not be able to answer me. not with message. so he'd have to call me. which i'm not really enthusiastic about, because i'm no huge fan of phone calls. especially not with him, i mean, i don't know what to say. "erm, hey, you, yes, i just sent you a message. i just thought that if - it's december and the holidays are comming and that stuff so mostly people don't have to study so much and don't have exams and so on - well, if you don't have the ones too and if you maybe have some spare time and if you want, of course, because i really don't want to bug you or something if you don't feel like doing it, what i could completely understand, of course, but, if, as i said, you maybe have no other plans or something i though we could meet for a coffee or something, i just call it coffee but it can be anything, a cacao, hot chocolate, juice, whatever you'd want, or maybe for a lunch if you aren't too busy or arranged with someone already, so - yes, what do you think?" he'd probably think i'm really nuts (first step) and then ask me "hey, sorry, i don't really know what you mean -" (second step) and then i'll say something even more stupid (if that's even possible) like "i just wanted to asky you if you'd like to see me for some drink or lunch or something", which would, probably, sound like i want to get him there for a date and i'm so desperate about seeing him again (step three). and then he'll say "yes, of couorse, when?" or apologise politely that he "doest't really have time at the moment because he's got so much to study and is also going home sooner that week, but we can meet some other time", which would, of course, never come. i can't really decide which version is worse. because if he'd said "yes", i'd probably have killed myself rather than comming there after the speech i had on the phone. and if he'd said "no", i'd have been all depressed again, imagining what does he think about me (and my perfect phone call probably didn't make that opinion any better at all). noo, message is really not the best way. and so is nost the phone call. so what is left? i could send him an email, but that's a bit too formal. i mean, it's just like sending him a letter just to invite him to go out, isn't it? he'd probably take the invitation really seriously at all. you know, people usually don't mail each other about having an ordinary coffee, more likely about the meetings and so on. so, email, crossed. what's left? chat. so i'm waiting for him to show up in the chat menu, but he just doesn't want to. he also didn't in the morning, but he usually is on facebook on tuesday mornings. not as if i checked it regularly or spy on him or anything at all (yeah right), i just notice it because i'm usually logged in on tuesday mornings too. and i just can't help but notice him, right? so' he wasn't there. and he also isn't now, neither he was sooner in the evening (but he usually is!). if i don't cound that minute. but i cant click him in the second he log in, he'd think i was waiting for him. which i actually would be, but he doesn't really need to know that. it'd seem as i'm really so damn much desperate about seeing him, which i can't really say is not true, but - he doesn't really need to know that too. it's over, or at least it's over for him. i mean, probably. sure. he's the one who never called me again after comming back home from the camping. who never wanted to chat again (except that two times, which was quite formal). who didn't even wish me happy birthday when i had one (he told me he was going to malta, but anyway, if he wanted, he could do it. he didn't go to neanderthals, for god's sake, they have internet and computers and all, and he's got mobile phone and if he could send me messages from austria when he was skiing and we were just classmates who had spoken nothing more than ten meningfull sentences (i'm sure) in four years of sitting in the same class seven hours a day and i didn't even asked him to do it, i just wanted the phone number of some other classmate with whom i danced at the prom. but he just kept sending messages! i don't guarantee he wasn't a little bit drunk because it was really not like him, but anyway. let's get drunk on malta too and remember to wish me happy birthday, you jerk! -.-), who couldn't come for a coffee with me because he was going to the capital (allright, i'm beeing a bit unjust now, he probably was going. i can't just say he was lying and making some excuse. but he also didn't express any wish of having one.), who just left the chat after saying "brb" when i was just kindly asking him how he likes the first study days (it could be facebook striking again, it wouldn't be first time and maybe i was seen as logged off too, but, anyway - that's not the way!), who didn't even say a word when we met at some party (but just starred at his toes and mumble "hi" silently, i hope he felt really really really bad after being so damn nice with me, mr. perfect!!), ... oh, damn damn damn it so much, everything seemed so pefect, but then just - nothing! over! if we oly had an argument, if we olny talked about it, if he only ever told me what was going on and what happened - it would be so much easier! i'd say to myself "okay, let's face it:he hates you/he met some other girl/he didn't ever loved you at all and was just acting everything/he's afraid because everything was going on so fast/ or ANYTHING!". but now, i'm chewing all those possibilities over and over again in my head, plus that little bit of hope that he's just being shy and unsure and doesn't know how to act, like i am, and we'll met again and realise that we're each others love of his/her life and live happily ever after. of course that's gonna happen, it's more likely i, who doesn't like football at all, win the football world cup, than this to happen. i really must stop watching romantic movies and read love stories with happy ending. but i was raised up listening to snow white, cinderella, sleeping beauty - they all lived happily ever after - so i think the harm's allready done. i woudn't need to stop doing that stuff, good.
but he still havn't showed up. you jerk. i'm starting to think that the gods don't want us to meet, or i don't really know what. weird.
and now? oh, i'm really not going to the bed, because i really don't want any wicked romantic dreams with me or him or both of us starring in it. no, thanks. i'll rather make myself a cup of cacao (i think i'm becoming facebook and cacao obssessed, how nice) and find an idea what to write about. i've still got 62% of the battery and all timein the world. almost.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
The crazy sonnet writer who is terrifying our poetry professor. And me too.
Back from lectures. The grouchy professor was quite in good mood today, he almost forgot to tell us what a shame we are and how our language and poetry's gonna disappear because we're so miserable. and, oh, he also forgot to tell how our parents have never learnt us anything about respect and that stuff. he had to be in a really good mood, actually. besides that, it was really interesting today, we were talking about sonets and so on, which i find really interesting. we came to the crowns of sonnets and wreaths of sonnets and - can you imagine that some poets wrote the wreath of wreaths of sonets? which sonsists of 211(if writing all the magistrale sonnets and use them in the magistrale sonnet of magistrale sonnets) or 196 sonnets (if leaving the magistrale sonnets out). how can someone
1.) have so much time so he can write 211 sonets at all (and, yes, some poet wrote eight of them!!!!!)!?
2.) find enough same rhyms!?
3.) not get out of ideas for writing, that's 211x(4+4+3+3=14)=2954 lines??? that's a poem after all, not a novel!
the structure of the sonnet is like: 12 lines - two quartains and two tercets. the quartains have rhymes ABBA ABBA and the tercets hev rhyms CDC DCD (there're different versions of rhyming the tercets too). The last line of the sonnet is always also the first line of the next sonnet and also the line in the magistrale.
for example, the first sonnet of Prešeren's Wreath of sonnets:
The most famoust Slovenian poet France Prešeren, who wrote the first Wreath of sonnets (there was none of them found before). He wrote about his passionate love to Julija Primic (who didn't love him back), national theme and the poet profession. His Wreath of sonnets is enriched by acrostic "Primcovi Julji".
Prešeren's Wreath of sonnets in slovene.
Well, here it is:
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined, A -> it's also the first line of the magistral sonnet
Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound, B
And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound: B
Thus are the other harmonies combined. A
Now from his source like streams in order wind A
The sonnets, and the head of each is found B
By the last line of the last sonnet crowned; B
This is a semblance of your poet's mind. A
From one love all by thoughts arise, and lo! C
Whene'er I sleep at night they cease to flow, C
But stir when darkness flees before dawn's rays. D
You are the Master Theme of my whole life, E
Which will be heard when I have ceased my strife - E
A record of my pain and of your praise. D -> it's also the first line of the second sonnet of the Wreath of sonnets and so the second line of the magistral sonnet
I can't even imagine how difficult it must be to write "just" a Wreath of sonnet and watch after all those rhymes and meaning ... it's like a puzzle! But how can you get the idea to write a wreath of wreaths of sonnets!? our professor said that the man, who wrote eight of those, is terrifying him a little bit. i couldn't agree with him more. it is terrifying, it really is. nuts man.
p.s.: but, it would be a great achievement to write one one day. wreath of sonnets, the other one ... maybe, if i'll be sent to the jail some day. then i'll have time to get nuts and to write it ;)
p.s.2: that's him. the terrifying man, i found him on the web :)
http://valentin-cundric.s5.net/
1.) have so much time so he can write 211 sonets at all (and, yes, some poet wrote eight of them!!!!!)!?
2.) find enough same rhyms!?
3.) not get out of ideas for writing, that's 211x(4+4+3+3=14)=2954 lines??? that's a poem after all, not a novel!
the structure of the sonnet is like: 12 lines - two quartains and two tercets. the quartains have rhymes ABBA ABBA and the tercets hev rhyms CDC DCD (there're different versions of rhyming the tercets too). The last line of the sonnet is always also the first line of the next sonnet and also the line in the magistrale.
for example, the first sonnet of Prešeren's Wreath of sonnets:
Well, here it is:
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined, A -> it's also the first line of the magistral sonnet
Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound, B
And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound: B
Thus are the other harmonies combined. A
Now from his source like streams in order wind A
The sonnets, and the head of each is found B
By the last line of the last sonnet crowned; B
This is a semblance of your poet's mind. A
From one love all by thoughts arise, and lo! C
Whene'er I sleep at night they cease to flow, C
But stir when darkness flees before dawn's rays. D
You are the Master Theme of my whole life, E
Which will be heard when I have ceased my strife - E
A record of my pain and of your praise. D -> it's also the first line of the second sonnet of the Wreath of sonnets and so the second line of the magistral sonnet
I can't even imagine how difficult it must be to write "just" a Wreath of sonnet and watch after all those rhymes and meaning ... it's like a puzzle! But how can you get the idea to write a wreath of wreaths of sonnets!? our professor said that the man, who wrote eight of those, is terrifying him a little bit. i couldn't agree with him more. it is terrifying, it really is. nuts man.
p.s.: but, it would be a great achievement to write one one day. wreath of sonnets, the other one ... maybe, if i'll be sent to the jail some day. then i'll have time to get nuts and to write it ;)
p.s.2: that's him. the terrifying man, i found him on the web :)
http://valentin-cundric.s5.net/
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