Thursday, September 18, 2008

"the odd uneven time"

the above is a quote mz. plath used to describe the transitions in life, namely her transition from summer and school and back again, and the transitions in season.

so apt for right now - "August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time" (124).

c'est magnifique, non? And it's exactly how I have been feeling lately. Nothing is wrong, but just now things are starting to even out - or I am in an upswing out of the chemical depression. Who even knows? But I do know that it has been odd and it has been uneven.

"The responsibility, the awful responsibility of managing (profitably) 12 hours a day for 10 weeks is rather overwhelming when there is nothing, no one, to insert an exact routine into the large unfenced acres of time - which it is so easy to let drift by in soporific idling and luxurious relaxing. It is like lifting a bell jar off a securely clockwork-like functioning community, and seeing all the little busy people stop, gasp, blow up and float in the inrush, (or rather outrush), of the rarefied scheduled atmosphere - poor little frightened people, flailing impotent arms in the aimless air. That's what it feels like: getting shed of routine. Even though one has rebelled terribly against it, even then, one feels uncomfortable when jounced out of the repetitive rut. And so with me. What to do? Where to turn? What ties, what roots? as I hang suspended in the strange thin air of back-home?" (118).

Know what else:
  1. purblind: nearly or partially blind
  2. paltry: insultingly small or utterly worthless
  3. pluvial: pertaining to the rain; rainy
  4. corollary: a natural consequence or result
  5. tacit: understood without being openly expressed; implied
  6. unremunerative: not yielding profit

(perhaps she was studying the "p"s in le dictionary?)
(p.s. sometimes i dislike sharing the words i don't know, like people are going to be shocked that i was stupid for a second. don't be shocked. it happens de temps en temps).
(p.s.s. i know i have been reading this book for quite some time, but lest you think i am not attending to it because i am only on page 118 - not so! not so. it's meaty and so much to take i treat it like the 2000 Bordeaux it is - sipping it finely in small portions so as to really palate the flavor.)

hope you feel alive today somehow,
mme. bookling


UmberDove said...

Two things:

1) I adore the new blog picture, it is quiet and solitary and breezy and perfect for booklings.

2) I am rather enamored with all of S.P.'s quotes that you share. I think I could have really loved her, but that might just be because so many of her words feel like they spring from your soul (and you already know how I feel about that!).

mme. bookling said...

Honey, I think you would love her. I want to buy this book for everyone I love - just like what happened with Mr. Moore.

The Noisy Plume: said...

You need to get on the Sylvia bandwagon. Pronto. She'll change your life.
In a good way.