Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Tumblr Posts
More calligraphy, this is a Textura Quadrata script inspired by the Manuscript - Pat. lat. 1811 from the Vatican digital archive. I somehow messed up the second line because I was scared it wouldn’t fit on my paper.
Nib: Leonardt Round 1.5mm
Ink: Random black Italian ink
Paper: It’s card from Tesco :)
16.09.21
Ciao from the void.
Void with a capital V? If I’m your void, but you’re my void (really wanting to embrace y’all as English’s second person plural)… then is reality a relative void? It is if you remember that everything is mostly nothing, a thought that is both relieving and terrifying depending on where you’re (y’all’re) at mentally (guessing probably not great as we meet here between the trenches in no man’s land).
Behold, the long-expected intro post. However, consider the following arguments:
a. Time is relative
b. Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn
Hi, my name is Kira and I’m a pretentious bastard. Sugar is my drug of choice, love starting my day off on that high and proceeding to crash harder than Icarus. Guess you’ve got to be a self-destructive sadist to believe the ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer and the rage, rage against the dying of the light mindset of academia. It’s a very Greek idea. Profanity, do I hate citations. You’ll find vaguely described sources for quotes and allusions in the tags.
To return to the point—if there ever was one among the rambling nonsense that is my scream stream of consciousness—this is my personal blog that will be filled with mostly studying, but also fun extras like Stuff in General. I’m a linguistics major taking five classes this semester: English, Spanish, French, and two linguistics classes. I’m focused on getting good grades to apply for law school in the ominously approaching future.
Days like today—when I am never enough, gotta do more, gotta be more—are why I’ve joined you in the void despite my general dislike of social media. This blog is for me more than anyone and more of a reminder than anything else.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
I had a fairly productive day, but it never seems like enough. Listening to an absolute shitmix of low-fi classical alternative punk rock pop with a side of rubbish (like garbage, but tasteful). I’m within and without. Also vibing with Roses by The Band CAMINO.
Look at me go, being all melodramatic and such.
I JUST WATCHED INTERSTELLAR AGAIN CUZ I LOVE THIS MOVIE SM AND I JUST WANNA LIKE REPEAT THIS POEM SHIT CUZ ITS MAJESTIC AF
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage rage rage against the dying of the light.
And like as someone who is just constantly angry at the whole world no matter what my main emotion is this poem digs DEEP. If you want to read the whole thing search up do not go gentle into that goodnight.
It’s a mf banger i promise
Sometimes I feel like I'm an immortal fish being gutted by a perseverant cook. He keeps digging up my insides, groaning as they regenerate, scalpel shaking in rage that I refuse to die. One day he will tire of my twitching, move on to better fish, and all this suffering will end.
I gasp for water but there's none.
Watching this is fueling my rage right now, my fight. Thank you to Michael for giving a recitation that inspires the feelings this Dylan Thomas poem was meant to provoke…