So I finally managed to setup my blog with a look I kind of agree with and like. I could do better I guess but for now it works.
And I also got it setup on my berry, and this little app supports uploading pics to my posts so I’m going to try it out.
Here comes the randomness.
“Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? Walked with? Darkness from light. Strife from love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face?” – The Thin Red Line.
This part of the movie, which is the more or less the last 15 minutes of the movie brings out a kind of emotion within me that I can somehow never understand. It’s a question and an answer at the same time – and yet neither.
I dwell in it. Dive deep into understanding it. Then give up. Grab a bud light and watch ‘The Kardashians’.
Which by the way is a wreck of a show. The kardashian sisters are nothing short of drama and they pull their weight in that show, for sure.
So, are we all two-faced? Are we all hiding a face that we only let out every once in a while? Do we ever let that other, not attractive face, out, for people to see? Or do we, in fact, hide our attractive faces? Why do we have walls?
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
-Rudyard Kipling
So I have always wondered why RK uses the word “unforgiving” in here. Why does he call it the ‘unforgiving’ minute? I am not a literature major, neither am I well versed in the world of prose and poetry, but I’ve had my fair share of works like the divine comedy and shakespeare (of course we all know dante’s work as portrayed in the movie ‘Seven’).
But why does RK call it the “unforgiving” minute? I guess I could also talk about Milan Kundera’s book ‘The unbearable lightness of being’ and why he uses the word ‘unbearable’ in the same sentence with the word ‘light’ – but he does actually explain it within the story he builds. On the other hand in Rudyard Kipling’s poem the word “unforgiving” stems from nowhere – again I do not how poetry should flow but, to me, it seems out of place.
Yeah. Ok.
